Fireworks Of My Heart

Unforeseen Consequences

Soon, Oliver and Roy arrived at the manager's neighbourhood, a place that is believably different to the luxury world they were accustomed to, feelings of unease washed through Oliver. The shabby houses, the narrow, unpaved streets, and the overall air of neglect were a far cry from the grand mall the woman works at.

The sudden arrival of three luxurious, black Rolls-Royces caused a stir among the neighborhood residents. Curious glances and hushed whispers followed their every move. Some speculated about the reason for the visit, while others simply shook their heads, attributing the commotion to the antics of the Harris family.

"Probably something to do with that Maria woman," one neighbor muttered, a smirk playing on her lips. "She's always stirring up trouble."

The others nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on the imposing figures of Oliver and his assistant, Roy. As they approached the manager's house, a small, rundown building, the neighbors watched with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Ready for the show!

“Ah, I can’t wait.”

“Yeah, that Maria woman must have done something.”

And another, “I tell you, she is always out to argue with everyone.”

And then another, “Yes, always out to show off on how her niece is working Nin a reputed place and how they will soon be out of here.”

“Hmm, but it seems they are going some instead.”

Hahaha, the neighbors giggle around as they continue gossiping nonstop watching the show unfold .

Oliver, his patience wearing thin, began hitting on the door, his knuckles rapping against the weathered wood. Inside, Maria, startled by the sudden noise, reluctantly rose from her seat. With a sigh, she made her way to the door, her curiosity piqued by the commotion.

“Alicia I will check that.”

The door creaked open, revealing a disheveled Maria. Oliver, his gaze intense, demanded, "Where is Ms. Harris?"

Maria, taken aback by his imposing figure and authoritative tone, stood there, dumbfounded. Her mind, usually quick with witty remarks, was momentarily frozen. She simply stared at him, her expression a mix of confusion and awe.

Miss Harris, just like that?

Oliver, growing impatient, signaled to the waiting officers. "Let's go in," he ordered, his voice firm. With a swift movement, the officers entered the house, their presence filling the small space with an air of authority.

Maria, still lost in her own world, was oblivious to the officers' intrusion. Her mind was preoccupied with the striking figure of Oliver Cortez, his imposing presence filling the room. She had never seen such a handsome man before, and his aura of power and authority was intoxicating.

While the officers began their search, Maria finally snapped out of her trance. She watched in astonishment as they moved through the house, their every action something completely opposite to the face of her ordinary life.

Maria's voice, sharp and sounded, ran through the house. "Who are you? What do you want here? How dare you barge into my home like this!" she demanded, her face flushed with anger with flaring nostrils.

The officers and Oliver remained silent, their expressions impassive. Their focus was on finding Alicia Harris, the woman who held the key to unraveling the mystery of the missing grandmother.

Alicia, alerted by the commotion, rushed out of the kitchen. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the group of uniformed officers and the imposing figure of Oliver Cortez. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

The lead officer, a stern-faced man, stepped forward. "Are you Alicia Harris?" he asked, his voice direct.

Both Maria and Alicia exchanged puzzled glances. They had no idea why such a high-profile individual and a group of officers would be at their doorstep.

After a moment of hesitation, Alicia stepped forward. "Yes, I am Alicia Harris," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Oliver, his eyes narrowing, immediately pointed at her. "She's the one! She's the one who kidnapped my grandmother!" he accused, his voice filled with rage.

The officers, taken aback by his sudden accusation, exchanged puzzled glances. They had come to the house to investigate a missing person's case, not to arrest an innocent woman. However, given Oliver's insistence and his influential status, they couldn't ignore his claims.

As such the officers moved to apprehend Alicia, Maria, still in shock, tried to intervene. "You can't arrest her! She's innocent!" she protested, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Alicia, suprised and terrified, was led away by the officers. As she was escorted out of the house, she gave a desperate look to her aunt, her eyes filled with fear and confusion.

It was then that a chilling realization dawned upon Maria. "Grandmother?" she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. She glanced towards the bedroom, where the elderly woman was peacefully resting, oblivious to the chaos unfolding outside her door.

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. The missing grandmother, the frantic search, the accusations – it all pointed to the woman who was currently enjoying a nap in her own home. A wave of horror washed over Maria as she comprehended the gravity of the situation. Her niece, Alicia, was being wrongfully accused, a victim of a bizarre misunderstanding.

A cold sweat broke out on Maria's brow. She had to act fast, to rectify the mistake before it was too late. She rushed towards the officers, her voice trembling with urgency. "Stop! You've made a terrible mistake!" she cried, her words barely audible over the commotion.

And the officers turned to face her, Maria pointed towards the bedroom. "The woman you're looking for is inside! She's the one you are looking for am sure.”

Maria, desperate to rectify the situation, launched into a great explanation. "You've got the wrong person! That woman you're looking for is inside! She's the one who was sick at the mall. My niece helped her and brought her here."

“Alicia is innocent, her only crime was to help someone.”

Oliver, however, was not convinced. His anger had blinded him, and he was determined to punish the woman who had caused so much distress. "She's still under arrest," he declared, his voice cold and unforgiving. "We'll figure out how she's connected to my grandmother later."

The officers, despite their reservations, were compelled to follow Oliver's orders. They arrested Alicia, her protests falling on deaf ears. As she was led away, she turned to her aunt, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Maria, her heart heavy with anger and despair, watched helplessly as her niece was taken away. She knew she had to act fast to clear Alicia's name and expose the truth behind the mysterious disappearance of Oliver's grandmother.

The old woman has become a problem.