Building the Ashley & Bronzi Team: A Journey of Struggle and Resilience
In the beginning, the road was fraught with challenges. Our small team of four designers faced rejection after rejection. Each failed pitch felt like a personal blow, and our designs didn’t resonate with potential clients. We worked day and night, pouring our creativity into projects, but the results often fell short of our expectations—and the expectations of others.
As our financial situation worsened, it became increasingly difficult to pay our team members. The stress weighed heavily on us, and negativity from friends and family made it even harder. Despite our best efforts, our team began to splinter under the pressure. The spark that had brought us together dimmed, and we faced the painful reality of losing what we had built.
Yet, even in those dark times, a glimmer of hope remained. After some time apart, we recognized that our shared vision and passion for design were too strong to abandon. We reached out to one another, and slowly but surely, we began to reunite. Clearly, we needed to start fresh, armed with the lessons we had learned from our struggles.
Rebuilding our team was a challenging task. We began by revisiting our core values and redefining our mission. We focused on fostering an environment of creativity, collaboration, and support. We contacted former team members and welcomed new talent, ensuring everyone felt valued and empowered.
We also made a conscious effort to listen to feedback—both from clients and within our team. This openness allowed us to adapt our designs to better meet market demands. We celebrated small victories, which helped boost morale and reinforced our commitment to one another.
As our team grew, so did our portfolio. We began attracting clients worldwide, each project reinforcing our belief in our vision. With every success, we felt the bonds among us strengthen. We raised $5 million, validating our hard work and the trust of our clients.
Our journey was a testament to resilience and unity. Through struggle, we learned the importance of perseverance, communication, and mutual support. Together, we transformed our setbacks into stepping stones, building Ashley & Bronzi into a reputable name in the design industry. We are proud of what we've achieved and excited for what lies ahead, knowing that we can overcome any challenge together.
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A Journey from Solitude to Success
My journey began in solitude, with dreams that felt too big for the world around me. When I approached my dad for support, hoping he would invest in my budding business, I was met with skepticism. He feared losing his money and dismissed my ambitions. That rejection stung deeply, but it ignited a fire within instead of breaking me. I was determined to prove everyone wrong, convinced that I would find my way if I could earn and save on my own.
With that belief, I worked at a small company, earning a modest monthly salary of 13,000. But five days in, fate dealt me another blow: I was let go due to my lack of IT knowledge. Undeterred, I sought other opportunities, landing another position I hoped would be my breakthrough. Yet again, I was fired, this time for not meeting performance expectations. Each setback chipped away at my hope.
My personal life suffered as well. My girlfriend left, frustrated by my constant financial struggles and inability to treat her to even a simple dinner. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, I turned to a friend, inviting him to join me as a founding member of my startup. But he declined, citing my financial instability and his unwillingness to waste his time on something that seemed so uncertain.
Months dragged on, and as my savings dwindled, I struggled even to buy food. I promised myself that I would no longer seek help from my parents. I maintained a brave face around friends, hiding my struggles behind a mask of resilience.
Then, an unexpected opportunity arose. I applied to study in the UK, and against all odds, I was accepted into a master’s program. While pursuing my education, I focused on building a company.
By a stroke of luck, I met someone who would change my life—a mentor who believed in my ideas and vision. It felt as if an angel had come to guide me. We delved into my business model, refining my concepts and strategies. With renewed energy, we began raising funds from colleagues, pooling our resources, and saving together for the future.
What started as a lonely journey filled with struggles gradually transformed into a partnership fueled by shared dreams. Each challenge became a stepping stone, and every setback taught me valuable lessons about perseverance and adaptability.
From those early days of doubt and despair, I learned the importance of resilience and the power of believing in oneself. With the support of my mentor and my unwavering commitment to my mission, I finally found myself on the path to building the company I had always envisioned. This journey, marked by struggle and growth, taught me that hope and determination can light the way, even in the darkest moments.
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An Unexpected Reunion
A year after finishing college, I stepped into a new chapter of my life. I had started a relationship with someone new, but the memories of my college crush lingered in the background. It was a time of growth, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that the past was still a part of me.
One day, I traveled back to India for a business meeting. Surprisingly, I discovered she worked at the company where I was an investor. When I spotted her as a manager in the office, a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. I felt an instinct to avoid her; I didn’t want to revisit old memories I had carefully tucked away.
The next day, as the business meeting commenced, I tried to focus on the agenda. All the managers gathered in the conference room, and I could sense her presence, though I kept my thoughts focused on the discussion. To her, I was still that college kid she once knew—a "spoiled" student, as she had called me. She had no idea I was now on the other side of the table, an investor with my ambitions.
When the meeting concluded, I stepped out of the conference room, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread. I noticed her waiting outside, a hesitant look on her face. She called my name, and I felt a jolt of surprise that we were meeting again after all this time.
But as she approached, words failed me. I stood there in silence, grappling with the flood of memories that rushed back—the laughter, the heartbreak, the unresolved feelings. I was afraid that I would spiral into nostalgia if I started talking to her, and I wasn't ready for that.
So, I turned and walked away, leaving behind the chance for a conversation that could have changed everything. In that moment, I chose to protect my heart, even if it meant leaving unanswered questions lingering. It was a bittersweet departure, a reminder that some connections can remain unspoken, no matter how deep.
A Long-Awaited Conversation
The next day, as I approached the office campus, I spotted her waiting just outside. My instinct was to keep walking, to ignore the memories flooding back. But then I heard her voice call my name, “Bronzi! Are you not going to talk to me?”
I hesitated, a storm of emotions swirling inside me. “Do you know why I left you?” she pressed, her eyes searching mine for answers.
I turned back, heart racing. “This isn’t the right place to talk. If someone sees us, it could create rumors in the office. That would complicate things. If you want to talk, let’s find somewhere private.”
With a reluctant nod, we slipped into my car and drove to a quiet spot away from the bustling office. The silence between us was thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. When we finally parked, I noticed tears glistening in her eyes, vulnerability spilling over.
“After we departed from college, did you ever really listen to what I said that day? Do you even know what real love is?” Her voice trembled. “You don’t understand how I felt about you or how much I searched for you after college. Yes, I called you a spoiled kid because you didn’t seem to take life seriously, always traveling from one country to another with your parents’ money.”
She paused, taking a deep breath, her expression shifting as she continued. “While you were in Scotland, I received a call from your mom. She told me that her son had fallen in love with me. She said you were calling your sister every day, saying you couldn’t focus on your studies because of me. You never shared your struggles with anyone; you’ve been distant since boarding school. Your mom felt sad and cried, saying she wanted to bring you back home. But do you know how I struggled to forget you? The moment you proposed, I wanted to say that I loved you too. I wanted to express my feelings. But I rejected you because I didn’t want to fall in love again. My heart had already been broken; my ex-boyfriend betrayed me. I was terrified of getting hurt once more.”
A wave of anger washed over me. So she only cared when my mother told her about my feelings? I stayed silent, processing her words, each sentence unraveling a thread of my past.
But she kept crying and shared her story. “After we parted, I got admitted to Sandford University. While I was in the UK, I asked about you, but your friends said you never came back to college. They mentioned you went to the USA and joined a sports academy as a martial arts coach. I was happy to hear you followed your passion, but I also felt like you had moved on. You probably thought I was already in a relationship with someone else, right?”
Her confession hung in the air, heavy with regret and unresolved emotions. I felt a mix of hurt and frustration that it took my mother’s words for her to realize anything about me.
“I need to drop you home,” I finally said, my voice steady but filled with a whirlwind of feelings. “Let’s talk later.”
As we drove in silence, the weight of our past loomed over us. I knew our story wasn’t finished yet, but for now, I had to sort through my own emotions before we could truly reconnect. The road stretched ahead, holding the promise of healing—if only we could find the right words when the time was right.
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Bronzi stood at Alena's door, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. The surprise in her eyes mirrored the confusion swirling in his mind. “I know I should have told you sooner,” he began, his voice unsteady. “But things got complicated.”
Alena, still processing his sudden appearance, leaned against the doorframe. “Complicated? You mean Ashley?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, guilt washing over him. “I didn’t want to hurt her, and I was afraid of losing you. But I need to be honest. I care about you, but I also have a girlfriend. I don’t want to lead you on.”
Alena crossed her arms, her expression torn. “You came here to tell me that? Right before your flight? It feels... unfair.”
“I know it is,” he said, stepping closer. “But I couldn’t leave without saying something. I need you to understand that I never meant for things to get so tangled.”
She sighed, frustration mingling with sadness. “You should have thought about that before getting involved with me.”
“I didn’t plan for any of this,” he replied, desperation creeping into his voice. “I thought I could handle it, but now everything’s a mess. I don’t want to lose you, but I can’t ignore my responsibilities to Ashley either.”
Alena looked away, her mind racing. “What do you want from me, Bronzi? Do you want me to wait? To just accept that you have someone else?”
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of her disappointment. “I just needed to be honest. I never wanted to make you a secret. You deserve better.”
As silence enveloped them, Alena's eyes softened. “I can’t be a backup plan, Bronzi. If you’re serious about Ashley, then you need to go. It’s not fair to drag this out.”
His heart sank. “But I do have feelings for you.”
“Feelings aren’t enough,” she replied firmly, yet her voice trembled. “You need to figure out what you really want.”
Bronzi stared at her, torn between the life he had built and the connection he felt with Alena. “I wish things were different.”
“Me too,” Alena said, stepping back. “But you have a flight to catch, and I think it’s time you go.”
He took a deep breath, knowing he was losing something precious. “I hope one day you’ll understand.”
Betrayal and Renewal:
After two years of hard work, Bronzi’s architectural and interior design team had risen to prominence, boasting a valuation of over $20 million. Their rapid growth led them to consider expanding into the USA, collaborating with a prestigious architectural firm in New York. However, what should have been a moment of triumph quickly turned into a nightmare.
The New York firm, seizing the opportunity, took Bronzi’s brand name and wiped it from the architectural landscape. His dreams crumbled before his eyes as he watched his fellow team members betray him, joining the rival firm and abandoning the foundation they had built together. The betrayal cut deep, especially when he discovered that Ashley, his girlfriend and partner, was among them.
Devastated, Bronzi felt a wave of despair wash over him. He had built this team from scratch, pouring his heart and soul into it. Now, feeling lost and hopeless, he began to drink, seeking solace in the bottom of a glass rather than the camaraderie he once cherished.
In his haze, he confronted Ashley. “Are you involved in this case? Why did you sign that contract without telling me?”
Her response struck him like a blow. “Because of you, the team is falling apart. None of us wanted to work with you anymore, not even me. We made the decision to join the New York firm.”
Anger surged within him. The woman he trusted most had chosen to walk away, choosing self-preservation over loyalty. Without saying another word, he turned and left her, his heart heavy with betrayal.
From that moment, Bronzi made a vow: he would never again step into the world of architecture or assemble a new team. In a final act of surrender, he handed over all his money, his house, and his car to Ashley. He faced her one last time, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “We formed this team together, worked day and night. We gained recognition from clients around the world. Make sure you keep the team together. The money I saved and earned is all yours. From now on, I wish to never see you again.”
With those words, he walked away, leaving behind the life he had known and the dreams he had nurtured. As he departed the UK, a sense of finality enveloped him. He was determined to escape the shadows of betrayal, hoping to find a new path far from the ruins of his past.
A Journey of Transformation:
After breaking up with Ashley, Bronzi found himself in Singapore, stepping into the role of an architectural designer with a few design teams. At first, he was filled with excitement; however, as the days turned into weeks, he began to feel the weight of office politics and mismanagement. The once-inspiring environment started to suffocate him, and he realized he needed a change—something extraordinary and unrelated to work.
Determined to understand the broader picture, Bronzi embarked on a journey across different countries. He traveled from one place to another, immersing himself in the lives of employees within various companies. He listened to their stories—the struggles they faced, the treatment they received from their bosses, and the challenges that plagued their daily lives. Each encounter unveiled a new layer of hardship and resilience.
As he traveled, Bronzi felt a calling to do more than just observe. He began giving motivational talks to the staff members at corporate firms, inspiring them to rise above their challenges. He offered guidance on financial struggles, sharing strategies and insights to help them regain control over their lives. With every connection he made, he realized how vital it was to foster empathy in the workplace, something sorely lacking in the corporate world.
Recognizing the potential for positive change, Bronzi started recruiting individuals to form a new team. This time, he was intentional; he carefully evaluated the potential of each candidate before bringing them into his newly formed group. He understood that a strong team was built on shared values and vision.
Bronzi also immersed himself in market research, learning about the dynamics in India, China, the USA, the UK, Singapore, and the European region. With every piece of knowledge gained, he grew more aware of the diverse mindsets and cultures that shaped people's experiences. He discovered that, despite their differences, people across the globe shared fundamental desires for happiness, respect, and stability. The lessons were clear: discipline and respect were paramount, yet the lack of empathy in corporate environments drove many talented individuals to leave their jobs in search of fulfillment elsewhere.
Fueled by these insights, Bronzi decided to act. He hid his identity and started his new career as a fresh face in various corporate firms. His mission was clear: to break down the toxic office politics that stifled creativity and morale. For two years, he absorbed every lesson, every nuance, every heart-wrenching story of struggle and resilience.
Finally, after years of learning and adapting, Bronzi felt ready to build something of his own—a new company that would redefine the corporate landscape. He gathered his wealth of knowledge and experience, determined to create a business model that could instigate real change. But he knew he needed resources to bring his vision to life. A significant challenge lay ahead: he needed to raise $10 million in funding.
With relentless determination, Bronzi set out to seek investors from various countries, armed with a compelling vision of a corporate world driven by empathy, respect, and genuine support for its employees. He was ready to change the narrative, to foster an environment where people could thrive—not just survive. His journey was far from over, but he had a mission that resonated deeply with everyone he had encountered along the way.
On his way back to the hotel, he spotted Alena passing through the lobby. She didn’t even glance his way, and it stung after a year apart. Once in his room, he took a quick shower and settled into work, trying to shake off the encounter.
A few minutes later, an unknown number flashed on his phone. Curiosity got the better of him, and he answered silently before hanging up. The phone rang again, and this time he heard a familiar voice. It took a moment, but when he recognized her, surprise flooded him.
“May I know who this is?” he asked, his heart racing.
“It’s Alena,” she replied.
He was taken aback. After all this time, she was reaching out to him. They chatted for about twenty minutes, sharing updates and laughter, and made plans to meet at a coffee shop the following day.
When he arrived, he couldn’t shake the hint of sadness in her eyes. Still, she greeted him warmly, and they spent the afternoon laughing together. But he felt a nagging worry—something was off.
After coffee, he offered to drive her back to her hotel. Just before she exited the car, she leaned in and kissed him unexpectedly, then dashed away. He sat there, stunned—he hadn’t anticipated that kind of gesture. Yet, worry lingered in his mind; something wasn’t right with her.
As Alena reached her hotel, tears streamed down her face. She had always loved Bronzi, but everything had shifted when she learned that Ashley was pregnant with his child. The news devastated her, especially since Bronzi had no idea. Ashley had been supposed to tell him, but instead, she betrayed him and kicked him out of their team. Alena had come to Singapore intending to support Bronzi in his new business venture, but her feelings had deepened, leading to that impulsive kiss.
Meanwhile, Bronzi lay in bed, excitement and sadness swirling inside him. Unable to sleep, he picked up his phone and called Alena. “Let’s meet now,” he urged.
“It’s too late. Let’s meet some other time,” she replied.
But Bronzi was persistent, almost childlike in his approach. If he wanted something, he wouldn’t stop asking. It was one of the things Alena loved about him—the way he embraced his inner child. Sighing, she relented. “Okay, let’s catch up.”
They met in front of her hotel, where Bronzi immediately asked, “Is everything okay? You seemed off earlier.”
Alena hesitated, wanting to tell him about Ashley, but she couldn’t. Revealing the truth would shatter him and jeopardize all his hard work. Instead, she forced a smile and shifted the topic. “So, why did you want to meet?”
Deep down, she knew he would bring up the kiss, and a mix of embarrassment and amusement washed over her. When he finally asked, “Why did you kiss me?” she tried to play it off. “That was just my hormones. Don’t think it means I love you.”
But Bronzi wasn’t having it. He continued to prod, “If you don’t love me, then why did you kiss me?”
Alena couldn’t help but laugh a little, feeling the tension ease, even as her heart ached with unspoken truths.
A Night Out Gone Wrong
Alena was buzzing with excitement as she stepped out with Bronzi. The night seemed full of promise, a chance to escape the monotony of their daily lives. But as the evening wore on, the initial thrill began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of unease.
"This place is amazing," Alena gushed, trying to salvage the evening. But Bronzi's response was curt. "Why should I hang out with you? You're not my girlfriend, and I'm not your boyfriend."
Alena was taken aback. "Why should I be your girlfriend? You look so ugly," she retorted, her anger flaring.
Bronzi scoffed. "Seriously?"
"Yes," Alena insisted, her voice rising.
Their argument escalated, their words sharp and cutting. It was a scene reminiscent of college students locked in a heated debate. In a fit of frustration, Bronzi abandoned Alena in the middle of the road.
But as the night deepened, a pang of guilt washed over him. He couldn't leave her stranded. Reluctantly, he returned, picking her up from the deserted street. Alena, however, was too consumed by her anger to speak.
Bronzi, oblivious to her feelings, continued to press his luck. "Do you want to kiss me again? Your hormones are skyrocketing," he teased.
Alena's response was swift and venomous. "Do you want to die?"
Bronzi knew that Alena would kill him if he annoyed her again. Their relationship was a constant rollercoaster of emotions, and today was no different.
“Do you still love me?” Alena shot at him, her eyes blazing.
“I don’t love you anymore,” Bronzi replied, a part of him wishing he could take it back. The words ignited another round of fighting, echoing the childish bickering they had grown accustomed to.
“Don’t show me your face anymore!” she screamed, storming away.
Despite the fiery exchanges, Bronzi sensed that Alena was pretending to be okay. He didn’t want to force her to confront her feelings, but the truth tugged at him relentlessly. He had made a principle of never falling in love again, yet here he was, caught in a web of unresolved emotions.
Time passed, and eventually, Alena left Singapore for a permanent job as an architectural designer in the USA. Bronzi remained behind, focused on his project, but her absence left a gaping hole in his life.
A few days later, Ashley arrived in Singapore, seeking Bronzi out. She met his parents, sharing stories that would change everything. “Bronzi has a daughter,” she revealed, her tone a mix of pride and concern.
His parents were shocked, their faces a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. The revelation stirred old feelings in Bronzi, complicating his already tangled emotions. Now, he faced not only the ghosts of his past with Alena but also the unexpected reality of fatherhood.
As he grappled with these new dynamics, the truth he had sought became even more elusive, hanging in the air like an unfinished conversation between him and Alena.
A Reunion in Singapore (Part 1)
Ashley had spent the past few days in Singapore, recounting stories about Bronzi to his friend, David. After hearing everything, David made a decision—to keep the truth hidden from Bronzi and everyone else. Though Ashley agreed with David on the surface, a part of her knew she couldn't leave without seeing Bronzi one last time.
As her departure loomed, she nervously dialed Bronzi’s number. The phone rang, but there was no answer. Meanwhile, Bronzi was out at a pub, lost in the haze of alcohol with his friends. His excessive drinking had long been a problem, and tonight was no different. His friends, including David, were in the same state—loud, foolish, and intoxicated.
Suddenly, Ashley arrived at the pub, but Bronzi was too far gone to notice. He was barely able to stand. David squinted at her, recognizing her vaguely, but his drunken mind couldn’t place her. "I’ve seen you before... but where?" he mumbled.
Realizing that none of them were sober enough to have a serious conversation, Ashley approached Bronzi and gently said, “Let’s go home, it’s late.” David, slightly more coherent, questioned her. “Why are you in Singapore?”
“I need to talk to Bronzi,” she answered. David felt a stab of guilt. He had been part of the reason Bronzi’s architecture team had collapsed, and he had kept it all from his friend.
His voice faltered as he asked, “Do you really think Bronzi will forgive you?”
Ashley’s face hardened. “Because of your stupid plan, I lied to him. He was kicked out of the team. We sold it to that New York firm, thinking we’d expand, but they betrayed us. If I’d just listened to him, none of this would’ve happened.”
What neither of them realized was that Bronzi had overheard everything. Though he appeared drunk, he had been feigning his stupor. When he saw Ashley and David talking, he listened closely, learning the truth of the betrayal and deceit that had ruined his career.
Bronzi stepped out from the shadows and said, “Hey, Ashley. What are you doing in Singapore? It’s been a while.”
Ashley was caught off guard, but she quickly masked her emotions. “I’m here for a business meeting,” she lied, knowing that her real reason was to apologize and find closure.
David tried to defuse the tension by suggesting, “Why don’t we grab coffee tomorrow? Just like old times.”
Bronzi, uninterested, responded flatly, “I have work tomorrow.” He turned to Ashley, “Where are you staying? How long are you here?”
“I’m leaving next week,” she said quietly.
With that, Bronzi nodded and walked away, leaving Ashley feeling the weight of what was lost. She realized that the man she once knew had changed, and no apology would bring him back.
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The Unspoken Truth (Part 2)
Later, Ashley found herself at Bronzi’s parents' house, sitting quietly in the living room. She shared her story with them, and they were left speechless, trying to process everything she had been through—raising her daughter alone, the betrayal in New York, and her relationship with Bronzi. The little girl, unaware of the tension, played happily, and Bronzi’s mother noticed the striking resemblance the child bore to her own mother when she was young.
Just then, the door swung open, and Bronzi walked in. His eyes immediately went to the baby. Confused, he asked, “Whose baby is this?”
Without thinking, his mother blurted out, “She’s your baby.” The words escaped her before she could stop herself.
Bronzi, unimpressed, responded sarcastically, “Oh, is she now? My baby?” He shook his head, assuming it was a joke.
Moments later, Ashley walked into the room. Shocked to see Bronzi’s parents with her daughter, her heart raced when her eyes met Bronzi’s. A brief, intense silence hung between them. “What the hell are you doing in this house?” she blurted out, confused.
Bronzi, equally puzzled, shot back, “What are you doing here? You said you’d stay in a hotel, but here you are in my house.”
Ashley, still not grasping the situation, replied, “This mansion is your house?”
Bronzi’s parents watched the exchange in silence, wondering how long the two had known each other. Bronzi pressed on, “Did you know this was my house?”
Ashley, stunned by the realization that Bronzi came from a wealthy family, struggled to process everything. His mother, sensing the fragility of the situation, silently pleaded with Ashley not to reveal the truth about the child.
Frustrated, Bronzi stormed off to his room. “Don’t bother me,” he said, slamming the door. Ashley, still in shock, turned to his mother. “He’s your son?” she asked quietly.
Bronzi’s mother nodded. “Yes, he is.”
As the silence settled once again, Ashley realized that the weight of all the secrets she had carried for so long was beginning to surface, and there was no way to keep them hidden forever.
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The Secrets Unravel (Part 3)
The next morning, the atmosphere at breakfast was tense. Bronzi, Ashley, his parents, and the house staff sat together, but no one seemed willing to speak. Finally, Bronzi broke the silence, addressing Ashley directly. “So, how did you meet my parents?”
Ashley, trying to keep things light, replied, “Your mom is my client. I’ve been helping with some architectural projects.”
Bronzi almost dropped his fork. “My mom is your client?” He glanced at his mother for confirmation. “Mom, how did you meet Ashley?”
His mother hesitated, knowing the truth could unravel everything. She smiled and said, “We met in New York. I was impressed by her designs and hired her to work on some projects.”
Though Bronzi accepted her answer on the surface, his suspicions deepened. Something wasn’t right. He knew there was a deeper connection between Ashley, his mother, and the events in New York. He resolved to dig deeper.
Just as the tension reached its peak, the front door opened, and in walked Bronzi’s aunt, who had been living abroad for years. Her sudden arrival was a welcome distraction.
Bronzi greeted her warmly. “Aunty, it’s been so long!”
His aunt, upon seeing Ashley, smiled. “Oh, is she your girlfriend?” she asked.
Bronzi quickly denied it. “No, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just working with my mom.”
His aunt, however, wasn’t convinced. There was something more to Ashley, and she could sense it.
As breakfast continued, Bronzi’s mind raced, determined to uncover the truth about what had happened in New York. He would not let the secrets stay hidden much longer.
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The Trip to New York (Part 4)
Frustrated by the unresolved tension at home, Bronzi made a plan. He stepped outside and called Alena, a woman he had known from New York. “I’ll be in New York tomorrow,” he said flatly.
Alena, sounding cheerful, asked, “Why are you coming? Do you miss me?”
Bronzi’s response was sharp. “Why would I miss you?”
Annoyed by his tone, Alena hung up on him. Bronzi shook his head, frustrated by yet another confusing relationship. He prepared to leave for New York, knowing he needed answers, and fast.
The next morning, as he was about to leave, Ashley appeared at his door. “Are you in a relationship with Alena?” she asked bluntly.
Bronzi, already on edge, shot back, “That’s none of your business. Now, move, I have a flight to catch.”
His aunt, watching the scene unfold, had already made her own conclusions. She could see the unresolved feelings between Bronzi and Ashley, but she said nothing.
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In New York (Part 5)
Bronzi landed in New York, greeted by Alena at the airport. As they drove to her apartment, the conversation flowed naturally, though it was filled with their usual banter and teasing.
They shared dinner and laughter, but Bronzi’s mind remained focused on his mission. The next morning, he headed to the New York architecture firm that had betrayed him. But upon arrival, he was told the CEO was out of town for two months.
Bronzi’s frustration mounted. He knew the CEO was avoiding him, and he realized that the web of lies and betrayal extended further than he had imagined. One way or another, he was determined to uncover the truth.
