Paralleled Faith.

"Sir, the sales are hitting rock bottom!" A blonde-haired, young-looking man informed, a worried wrinkle forming on his forehead as he spoke to his boss, who sat calmly in his chair, listening intently.

"What exactly happened?" the boss asked, as if it was no big deal.

"Rumors are spreading that our products are plagiarized and fake. And if that wasn't bad enough, there seems to be evidence against us," the man rushed to explain, his panic evident. The boss gritted his teeth, already suspecting who might be behind this.

"Get the car ready right now!" he yelled angrily. The blonde-haired man bowed his head and quickly left the office.

"Ryan!" A brunette woman half-yelled, running down the empty hallway of the company after him, her tone urgent. "Ryan!" she called again when he didn't seem to hear her. He turned around with a frown but his expression softened when he saw that it was her.

"Lucille, the situation is bad," Ryan said with a worried look.

"Yeah, that's exactly why I was looking for you. Do you know where Dad is?" she asked. He nodded.

"He asked me to get a car ready in a few minutes; it seemed important," he replied.

"Do you know where he's going?"She asked,

"No, he didn't say," he answered, and Lucille sighed deeply.

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked, concerned in his eyes. He stared right into her eyes, and she almost choked on her own saliva.

"Y-yeah, of course. See you later." Ryan nods his head at her, giving her a comfort smile before hurriedly leaving to carry out her father's order.

Lucille brought out her phone and dialed her Father's number but he wasn't picking up the call, the company was in chaos and everyone was busy answering phone calls from the media demanding answers from them.

"No sir, it's not true!"

"We're sorry but the information is not true."

"No, we definitely can't,"

"Hello hello?"

Lucille sighed, things were getting out of hand. The prosecution office could come anytime to seize their company's properties.

~~~~

"Did he ask you to do this to me?!" Lucille's father who left his office in a rage, slightly yelled, his emotions betraying him.

"You saw this coming, didn't you? Quickly take care of it, if you do not want your hard earned work to be in ruins." A man who looked like he was in his late thirties with Blonde hair said, before putting a cigarette between his pale lips.

"Walter, this wasn't part of the plan,You-" Robinson spoke softly, and stopped to control his breath, taking everything in him not to punch this cocky mf. Walter took the last puff and released it into the air, he threw the cigarette Into a flowerpot near his desk chair and took the kettle of water on his desk to pour into it.

Robinson sat down exhaustedly, he knew Walter was aiming at the impossible. "If you're trying to ask for Lucille, I'm sure you already know the answer to that." He calmly said, leaving no room for arguments. Walter scoffed, "You actually sound like a father who cares for his daughter now," He said in a sarcastic tone that seemed to tick off Robinson.

"Fine,I'll do as he wants, just retract the news about my company, or things are going to get really steamy." Robinson glared at Walter, who had a smile on his face, he would like to get rid of that smile. He hmphed before strolling out of the office. He took out his cellphone and saw the missed calls from his daughter, he dialed her number,

"Dad! I've been trying to call-" Lucille said but Robinson cuts in.

"Lucille, get Ryan to meet with one of the reporters, to explain everything. The rivalry between me and him is resolved, he'll soon retract the news. Everything will soon go back to normal, don't worry and go home early for today. I'll go home late, tell Stacy not to wait for me." And just like that, the call was disconnected.

~~~~

"Dad!" Lucille shouted his name, as she hurriedly opened the entrance door before helping her drunk dad into the house. He staggered towards her, almost falling on her but she put his arm on her shoulders before walking him to the living room. She eased him into the couch in the living room, as the background noise of the tv filled the air.

"Oh my!" A young looking lady with brunette colored hair plunged the few stairs that lead to the living room, after hearing the sound of her husband's shenanigans. She saw that Lucille was unknotting her husband's tie, so she slightly pushed Lucille to the side to unknot the tie herself.

Lucille didn't say anything and just stood there scratching her neck awkwardly while staring at her unknot her father's tie. "I'm tired of this man! He is always drinking every time something happens! " She complained while trying to get him to stand up from the couch.

"Things aren't going too we-"

"I saw the news," Stacy cuts in with a smile on her face, and Lucille gives her a nod.

"If you get hungry, make food for yourself. " She added before dragging Robinson with her, who was making incoherent sounds. "Yes, good night." Lucille wished but didn't get a reply.

Lucille was about to go to her room upstairs, but a ding sound stopped her. She turned back to see her dad's phone was left behind on the couch. She was about to take it to her dad's room when she saw a message; " Your daughter or your company? Still having a hard time choosing?" With a laughing emoji next to it.

Lucille's eyes went wide, at what she saw. Was someone trying to blackmail her dad? Was that why her dad drank himself to stupor today? She dropped the phone back on the couch and left for her room.

In another country; Italy were two men, father and son;

"You called for me sir," a dark haired young guy with eyes as deep as the night ocean said with a deadpan look on his face. He stood with his head slightly bowed in front of an Older man though not too old. He was sitting on a leather Chair, which looked huge as if it was made for a king. The room they were in looked large and empty, with only the chair and a black and white painting being the only thing of value in the room.

"It is time for you to go back to Orlando, your flight tickets have been booked. In just two days, you're not going to just leave, remember our plans?It is time."

"Yes, I do remember and I won't disappoint you," The younger guy replied, earning an arched brow from his father. "Sir," he added.

"I tell you every day, as long as you are still my son and Spend my money. Always put 'sir' at the end of every sentence when you speak to me." The older man stood up before climbing down the few steps, he stopped in front of the younger who still had his head bowed, and gave him a kick in the leg, but he tried not to react and instead gritted his teeth. "Answer me,"

"Yes sir," He breathed out barely making his emotions show on his face.

"You're going to Orlando tomorrow, take the company from that idiot of a man. He's been acting like he's the boss for too long. Time to make things interesting now, don't you think so?" He laughed.

~~~

Lucille had thought about it, she had nothing to lose, she didn't have any love interests anyway, and this was for herself and her family's sake, even if it meant to marry some dude she had never met before. As it was the weekend, her dad was at home, doing absolutely nothing and she decided to bring up the matter with him today.

She was in her room, sitting on her Queen sized bed. While the interior of her room looked simple and nice, with a shelf of books at the right corner of the room, she had a Tv plasma that stood right in front of her bed, not that she had a lot of time to watch tv shows. A small drawer stood beside her bed, and a lamp was placed on it.

The floors were designed in black and white tiles, while the wall was painted in pure white. She had a portrait of her favorite person; herself. It was a picture she took when she won her first gold prize in taekwondo. Right in the far corner of the room opposite her bed was her closet, and beside the closet was the bathroom.

Lucille left her room to go look for her dad and that was when she realized it wasn't even morning yet, she had stood up all night thinking about what her life would become after she gets married, she was scared, excited and at the same looking forward to it.

Few hours later, everyone was awake in the house and by everyone she meant herself, Stacy and her dad; Robinson, with the cleaning staff who only stayed for a few hours before leaving. Lucille quickly went to find her dad, who was in his study. He had a phone call with someone and paused to eavesdrop on his conversation whether it was the man that texted him the night before.

However, Robinson was already done with the call, so she didn't really get to hear him say a lot of things, but he was a bit startled to see Lucille behind him, "Good morning, dad." Lucille greeted with a smile on her face, he smiled back at her. "Morning, Lucille." He sat down on his chair which was in front of his desk.

The study room was spacious, with two black leather couches in the middle of the room, there was a chair and a desk right in front of the couches, with a small library beside the couches. The walls were painted in ash, and the floors were covered in black tiles all over.

"It's not very often you come looking for your old man, what is it?" He asked, Lucille sat down on the couch by the right side, before sighing internally.

"Dad, I'll marry him. Whoever it is, if it's for the sake of my family, I'll do it." Lucille said, making her dad frown.

"How-"

"That doesn't matter now, does it?" She cuts in, before standing up, a determined look on her face as she stares down at her dad, "I'll do it, that should be enough right?"

Robinson smiled, "Lucille, you don't have to do this for us, your happiness matters a lot to me."

"The same way my family's happiness and stability matters a lot to me, please dad let me do this." Robinson nods his head before giving her a little hug.

Lucille left a little while later, leaving Robinson alone in his company. Stacy; his wife knocks on the door to the study room, before opening the door to enter she walks up to him, "What did she want?" She asked,

"She is willing to get married to Damien, the company is saved!" Robinson shared the news happily.

Stacy smirked, "Of course, family matters to her more than anything else, so have you called Walter to share the happy news?"

"I was just planning to do so, the company will at least recover its stocks though it might take a few weeks or so." He reached for his phone to dial Walter's number.

~

"Is that Damien?!"

"He is the one!"

"He finally came back to Orlando!?"

"Oh my God, Damien!!"

Girls threw themselves over Damien, who just arrived in the airport, he had four bodyguards who were guarding him, including Othello. Othello once went viral in a picture with Damien for being so hot and handsome. He was pretty popular and now he was being trolled again.

Damien was wearing a nose mask on his face, and wanted to get rid of these nuisances, he finally got out of the airport safely, and news and pictures already got published that Damien was in the country again. Why did he come back now after all these years!?

They were in the car now, with Damien being in the back seat, he removed the nose masks from his face, finally being able to breath. "These fans will be the end of me, it's nice to know I still got the charm though." He smirked, before resting his head on the arm chair, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After they got to their destination, the driver woke Damien who was annoyed that his sleep was disturbed. He dismissed Othello and the rest of the body guard with the driver, after they helped him with his suitcases that had his belongings.

This was Walter's Mansion, absolutely his type. Large, quiet and quite ancient. No one was at home, apparently because Walter doesn't live there, and since he had left for Italy a few years back, he thought it would be very dirty but it was sparkling clean. It seems like Walter has been hiring people to clean the mansion thoroughly. The man does know how to do his job properly.

"I'm finally back," He sighed.

~

Lucille, with her slightly closed eyes, yawned before going back to sleep. She opened her eyes back and glanced at the small clock beside her bed, her eyes widened on seeing the time, she was late for work! Then, she realized it was the weekend, she sighed in relief. She had drool all over her cheek and her hair was rough like a bird's nest.

She sat upright, as she scratched the back of her neck, and stared into nothing for more than what seemed like 15 minutes. She got off bed and off she went to wash up.

"Hhhaaa," Robinson yawned as he walked into the dining room.

"Oh my, I'm stuck with this Cat of a man who sleeps almost half the day. Who eats breakfast during lunch?!" Stacy shook her head.

"I mean, it's the weekend, gotta make good use of it. Especially after dealing with a big problem." He sat down in his purple pajamas at the center of the chair.

"Good morning!" Lucille greeted, full of energy. "Morning sunshine," He returned the greeting in the same manner. "You just woke up?Hehe, Like Father, like daughter. Right?" He asked, facing Stacy who sent him a slight glare. "Hmm, I guess not," he muttered to himself.

Lucille makes her way to the kitchen to grab cereal and a carton of milk as that was her breakfast, anytime she doesn't have the energy to cook something for herself, apparently, Stacy doesn't like her eating the food she makes.

Lucille makes food for herself, but not every time, sometimes she just eats out or has some snacks whenever she is not feeling up to the task.

"Lucille, aren't you tired of eating cereal? I mean, if you're not careful, you'll turn to cereal yourself." Mr. Robinson joked, causing Lucille to laugh slightly.

"I'm on a diet, so I'll be fine. Besides, if I become cereal, you're still gonna love me right? " She said, strolling out from the kitchen with a cup of cereal on her left hand and a carton of milk on her right. "You should know that's certain, Stacy?" He called and she answered with a glance.

Lucille climbed through the few steps that lead to the living room, and sat on the plum white couch which is an opposite to the Big Plasma Tv on the wall. She took a Cushion and placed it on her lap. She took hold of the TV remote and turned on the Tv, making sure the volume was audible only for her to hear as Stacy doesn't like it when it's loud.

She then munched on her food, while watching her Favorite tv shows.

"Lucille! Remember you're meeting with Mr. Walter's son today, right?" Robinson yelled to her from the dining room, as she was still munching on her cereal in the living room.

"What? I didn't…" Lucille trailed, before hitting her head. 'What a damned memory! I'm just in my 20s for god sake!' She thought in her head. The time was almost up and she hadn't even started getting ready.

(2:00 Pm)

Lucille didn't try to dress to impress at all. She was putting on her typical clothes, all more to make the guy not like her and back out himself, because backing out first puts them in trouble. She puts on a Khaki Coloured Cargo trouser, topping it with a Black Hoodie with 'My anxiety is chronic but this ASS is ICONIC.' Printed on the back.

She wears a head warmer on her brown long hair that reaches just above her waist. And, on her shoulder is a round shaped black bag and Finally, topped with white sneakers. She puts on her lip gloss. And that was all. "Hmm, no one should say I didn't put quite the effort into this, I look mesmerizing." She admired while staring at herself in the mirror.

(2:45)

Lucille got to the Caribe Royale Restaurant pretty late, and as she walked, she made heads turn. She had chosen the restaurant and booked the tables too. There was just something about this particular restaurant that she loved going to. She can't tell if it's the Food that tastes like heaven or the amazing texture of the food when she chews it. Oh…

She smiled to herself as her mouth watered, imagining herself chewing the food. Lucille had seen Damien's picture before as he is a very popular Model.

However, there was no sight of him in the restaurant except for that of his Bodyguard.

Yes, Othello Eilish. Damien Dutchell's Bodyguard. Damn, he looks fine as hell. Lucille's footsteps reduced slowly, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.