While at the CEO's office, Dirk was still feeling worried about what he did in the past years when he raped Janina many times, and Sonja did tries to calm her down.
"You have to calm down, and you heard her...she has no idea how she gets accident in the first place and I know that she would no longer remember about what we did to her and to her family.." Sonja said, while she keeps rubbing his both arms to comfort him."But I can't just calm here and what she does remember everything!" Dirk asks aggressively.
"Please Dirk, you have to relax...if you keep getting guilty with her then Janina will get even suspicious about what is going on then she was fast going to find out everything.."
"Oh and what should do then?"
" We just need to be nice with her and we shouldn't always get anxious, tense and feel to be guilty about it, or else she would find it out...and besides we could just make a story for her so far, and I mean at least she has amnesia.."
"Hmm...that's right and I think it was a good idea that we should tell her stories that aren't true and we could be pretend that we are friends with her, besides that was the first thing that I want to say.."
"Oh and I am sure that it's just the beginning of the journey again with her, anyway I am excited for my speech now and after I had a nice interview in CBN, and this time I am going to get ready for my speech again as I am ready to get myself to be elected as the new mayor in town.."
"I will be happy for you, and I am so excited that you are going to be sooner a future mayor in this town, I believe you are like just your father..."
"Sure I am and as Janina was back again as our bodyguard and maybe you don't have to complain anymore because you already have a bodyguard now, and you feel fully protected..."
"Also my son was fully protected..." then afterwards she was caressing his cheeks and she agree to him "I find that you are right about that..."
As they are kissing together, and at the mean time Martin was seeing Jasmin was leaving and they did immediately goes inside of the car to talk there in private.
"So, what happened now?" Martin asks immediately when he wants to find the truth."They believe me now, I told you they already believe me...and this time they only thought I have amnesia so I know their plan that they are pretending to be nice to me, as I said that I pretend that I can't remember everything what happened..." Jasmin answered frankly.
"Oh damn, and I should tell you that you didn't just invented stories and this plan was getting worse and they didn't even know that you had this not only disorder but also have this psycho personality.."
She sighs in annoyance "I don't care and this time, I am doing this for Janina and so they will realize that they are so wrong and this time, I am starting to do my plan one by one, and if you're not stick with me then fine means you're not with me!.."
"Of course I am, I think that it's just I'm nervous for you to do this dangerous plan to take down Heinen's family..."
"I will and you will see that I will take them down..."
"Then I will stick to your plan then, of course I wanted you to be careful, that's all..."
He did heave a sigh "I know you're doing this as very dangerous as you did, I hope this is the best idea that we could ever plan of..." She was grinning to him "This is the best plan as I could think of, we have to be patient, wait for the result to come...just like test...But don't worry I didn't add the word for es."
His eyes widen "What?"
"Thank you Martin for your concern and don't worry I will start collecting evidence and arrest them as soon as possible..."
Jasmin smiled with her psychotic grin and crazily laugh when she was finally doing her plan for Janina.
Walter pressed his palm against the cool metal of the hospital's entrance door, steeling himself for the visit ahead. Jasmin, his younger sister, had been confined here for months, battling a darkness Walter couldn't fully grasp. He hoped today would bring some sign of progress, a glimmer of the sister he once knew. Instead, fate gave him a jarring twist.
"Excuse me, sir?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. A specialist, tall and slightly hunched, approached him with an expression that sent a chill down Walter's spine.
"Sorry, but is something wrong?" Walter asked, his heart racing.
"Unfortunately, Jasmin is gone," the doctor said, his voice flat and formal. "We didn't know how she managed to escape."
Walter blinked, words slipping past his lips, "Oh... and didn't you have any idea where she went?"
"I really don't know." The specialist's eyes slipped away, a mixture of guilt and professional detachment overtaking his features.
"Thank you," Walter muttered, a heavy weight settling in his chest. The automatic doors slid shut behind him as he stumbled out into the bustling street, each passerby seemingly oblivious to his turmoil.
He wandered aimlessly, his mind racing. He recalled the uncertainty in Jasmin's voice during their last conversation, the way her laughter had sounded almost brittle. She had been trying to escape the shadows, and now...now she was lost again.
Lunch hour was busy at the Heinen's Realty building, where Walter worked. He intended to check in with his coworkers but paused when he spotted Dirk, a local businessman with a reputation for being ruthless. Dirk's eyes narrowed as he approached.
"Oh, well she was the one who tried to steal my money, after all, and now she's gone," Dirk said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I heard she was in the asylum."
"How did you know that?" Walter felt his temper rising. How could this man speak of Jasmin like that?
"One of my employees mentioned it," Dirk shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyway, if you'll excuse me." He strode away, leaving Walter more frustrated than before.
A thought struck Walter. Judith, the secretary, was who Dirk must have heard it from. He made his way to her office, closing the door behind him. Judith looked up from her papers, her expression shifting from concentration to concern.
"What do you want, Walter?" she asked, setting down her pen.
"Did you tell anyone about my sister?" he blurted.
"No, I never told anyone about Jasmin... I didn't even know about her," Judith replied.
"I was just wondering how Dirk knew. I couldn't believe it," Walter answered, his voice thick with disbelief.
Judith giggled, "Oh! I know who you're talking about. His wife is the known CEO. That man knows everything."
"The CEO's wife?" Walter felt a bizarre mix of anger and helplessness. "I didn't know he had that much insight into my family."
"And yet here we are," she chuckled softly. "But don't worry too much; people talk."
They shared a moment of laughter, easing the tension a fraction. Walter shifted in his seat.
"Do you work here long?" he asked, seeking normality amidst the chaos in his life.
"Over twelve years," Judith said with pride. "I've made this place my home."
"Good to know," Walter replied absently, his mind elsewhere. "Do you have a sister?"
"Yes, she prefers entrepreneurship. Doesn't care for finance." Judith's eyes warmed at the mention of her sibling.
"Must be nice," Walter murmured, feeling the weight of his own life pressing down on him.
"I admire that you're kind to me," Judith said, smiling. "Nobody judges you for being in a wheelchair around here, right?"
He offered a reassuring smile despite himself. "It shouldn't matter to anyone. It doesn't to me. Anyway, I need to make some calls about Jasmin."
"Of course. Take care."
As Walter left her office, the gravity of the day settled on him once more. His sister was missing, but in this confusion, perhaps he'd also discovered a new ally.
Rafella stepped into the corporate building, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished tiles. She was here on a mission—a fleeting distraction from her own chaotic life, a breath of normalcy in a realm of sharp suits and guarded personas. But as she wandered through the corridors, she spotted Fabienne standing stoic, hovering outside Sonja's office as if keeping watch over a fortress.
"Fabienne!" Rafella called, the hint of a playful quirk in her tone as she approached. "It seems that you really like to stand guard over here... still keeping an eye on the CEO, right?"
Fabienne turned slightly at the sound of her name, her tight smile barely a response to the lighthearted jab. "Yes, as usual. Or else Sonja would worry too much if I didn't do my job to guard the place..."
The playful banter deflated in the air between them. Rafella continued, recounting her encounters with Judith's daughter, who treated her as a playmate instead of the bodyguard she had been trained to be. "I mean, I told her I'm not a babysitter—I'm a bodyguard!" She laughed, but Fabienne remained unmoved, her eyes focused inward.
"You seem more serious than I thought..." Rafella said, tilting her head slightly, attempting to pierce through Fabienne's wall of detachment.
Fabienne's lips pressed into a thin line, her brow furrowing slightly. "What do you want?"
"Honestly? I wanted to check in on you." Rafella's voice softened. "I mean, you've been doing this for a while. How are you holding up? Are you managing to adjust your emotions with your daughter?"
The question hung between them, heavy and unyielding. Fabienne blinked, the flicker of vulnerability only briefly visible before she masked it behind her guard. "I really don't know what you mean by adjusting emotions. I don't—"
Rafella raised her hands in mock surrender, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay, okay, no need to dive into the depths of emotional therapy. I get it."
With a sigh, Fabienne shifted her weight, scanning the hallway as though seeking an escape. "I don't want to waste my time on... on feelings. I have a job to do."
Rafella's heart sank just a little. She understood the weight people carried within themselves, the burdens hidden behind professional facades. "I get it. Sometimes, though, it's okay to share the load."
Fabienne offered a small nod, but her eyes never met Rafella's. As if in relief, she took a step back and began to turn towards the security office, the unapproachable barriers solidifying once more.
As Rafella watched her go, she felt a flicker of sympathy and frustration. She wanted to break through Fabienne's stoicism, to perhaps unfold the story lying just beneath the surface—a longing for connection, a yearning to find solace amidst the demanding rigor of their roles.
With Fabienne now alone outside Sonja's office, the silence returned, punctuated only by the distant hum of busy phones and hushed conversations. The walls of the office surrounded them both in their solitude—the emotions of a mother, a protector, a professional, all playing out in a complex dance, far more intricate than they let on.
The night air was thick with tension as Jasmin parked her car in the dimly lit lot of Heinen Realty. Beside her, Martin's fidgeting fingers picked at the seat belt—a telltale sign of his anxiety. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked, the worry creasing his brow.
"I am sure it is," Jasmin replied with a confidence that only partially masked the trembling excitement inside her. "Trust me, I can handle this. It's...super."
"Super dangerous, you mean." Martin's tone dropped, accentuating his concern.
Jasmin bristled, the familiar prickle of indignation welling up. "I'm not a child anymore. Don't talk to me like one."
He sighed, unable to hide the anxiety in his voice. "Yes, but sometimes you act like one..."
"Shut it, Martin." She exited the car, rain lightly drizzling, the sound of water mingling with her heartbeat. Tonight was going to be different.
Alone now, Jasmin felt the familiar rush of nerves and adrenaline as she sneaked toward the building. She'd noticed strange occurrences over the past few weeks—half-heard conversations, whispered voices in the hallways, and now, the mysterious disappearance of Janina. Tonight, she would uncover the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.
Once inside, the close confines of the building enveloped her. The shadows crept around her, stoking her internal unrest. She slipped into the restroom, hoping to gather herself before venturing deeper into the unknown. But suddenly, she heard laughter—a sinister, chilling sound.
"Maybe you should look who's in there..." her mind teased.)
Compelled by her instincts, she crouched low, inching toward the bathroom stall. As she approached, the door burst open with a loud bang—the impact causing her to stumble into the restroom wall. "Oh come on, really!" she muttered, spotting a distracted woman exiting, oblivious to the chaos.
Regaining her composure, Jasmin crept through the office maze, instinct guiding her to a shadowy corner where she spotted Henrik and Fabienne. Their words hung heavy in the air.
"I can't believe Janina is dead," Henrik's voice trembled with concern. Fabienne's eyes rolled in annoyance as she retorted, "Why don't you just ask Martin? He's involved."
At the mention of her name, Jasmin tensed, her heart racing. This was spiraling deeper than she had anticipated. She needed to find answers—needed to see for herself.
As she navigated the corners of the building, slipping between hushed offices, she caught sight of Sonja exiting her office. A brief flash of courage surged through her. This was the moment. She darted into the CEO's office, eyes scanning the cluttered desk for clues.
Papers scattered like fallen leaves. Photos of Sonja with a man named Dirk filled her field of vision, cankering her focus. Then, under a stack of documents, she found what she was looking for—a file marked Janina. She leaned in to take a picture when the door swung open.
"Janina? What are you doing here?" Sonja's voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory.
"Oh, I—I didn't see you there," Jasmin stammered, heart racing. "I was looking for answers. Can you help me?"
Sonja's expression shifted from surprise to annoyance. "You've been sad for too long. Financial troubles? Personal issues?"
"Those are just words. What happened to Janina?" Jasmin demanded, desperation bleeding into her voice.
Sonja sighed, the walls closing in. "You don't know? You were involved in this. You should remember."
Jasmin felt her world tilt. "What do you mean? I don't know anything about a bodyguard firm."
"Find-Bodyguard, the company you worked for before...before everything happened."
Jasmin felt a wave of confusion wash over her. Her mind plunged into shadows as memories flickered just out of reach.
"I don't remember," she confessed, taking a step closer, searching Sonja's eyes for truth.
Then, suddenly aware of the ticking clock in her mind—she had to get answers. As Sonja's gaze softened, almost sympathetic, Jasmin knew she had to make her move. Her hands worked deftly behind her back, and she activated the fireworks she had rigged earlier in a fit of manic planning.
"Happy New Year!" she called out as explosions lit the sky in a riot of color just behind her, completely distracting Sonja and sending her stumbling back.
"Wait! What are you doing?" Sonja screamed, rushing to extinguish the wild chaos emerging. But Jasmin had already slipped away, her heart pounding with anticipation.
With each step toward the meeting room, adrenaline coursed through her veins. Tonight wasn't just about uncovering secrets, but forging her own path through the labyrinth of lies and memories that had consumed her.
Jasmin could see were stark white walls and polished mahogany tables that gleamed under the bright lights. It was the kind of tidy that screamed, "No one ever works here." She shuffled around, taking in the oppressive cleanliness, when Janina appeared, her face a canvas of frantic confusion.
"Jasmin, there..." Janina pointed at an imaginary spot on the wall, her finger wavering like a compass desperately searching for true north.
"Seriously, Janina, I really don't get it..." Jasmin replied, squinting at the wall as if it contained the universe's greatest secrets.
That's when things started to unravel. With every passing moment, Jasmin's reality flickered. Voices drummed in her head, a cacophony of whispers sending her world into a dizzying spin. The walls morphed into a kaleidoscope of letters—"Janina Dead, Dirk's fault, responsible"—each word wrapped in swirling suspicion.
"What is happening?" Jasmin muttered, her hands flailing at the onslaught of hallucinations. It was as if her own mind was hosting a murder mystery party, and she hadn't even RSVP'd.
Meanwhile, outside the pristine room, Sidel was struggling to reach Jasmin, stuck in the midst of an awkward dinner with her uncle Walter. "Seriously... I don't know where she went. I really had no idea at all..." Sidel lamented, her phone ringing for what felt like the hundredth time, with each vibration sounding like a desperate plea.
"Ugh... I knew she'd escape easily from the mental hospital," Walter sighed, chewing on a piece of steak while eyeing the door as if it might reveal Jasmin any moment.
"Oh, then where was my mother always going?" Sidel demanded, frustration seeping through her words.
"I don't know," Walter said with a shrug, "Maybe she went somewhere that makes her happy? Like, I don't know, a cat café? But you mentioned she was off to Manila to meet Janina, right? Then I find out Janina's in Wuppertal... and now she's—"
"Okay, okay! Just hope she's somewhere safe, alright?" Sidel interjected, worry creasing her brow.
Back in the meeting room, Jasmin decided she'd had enough of the ridiculous mind maze. "I'm out of here!" she declared, not caring that Janina's figure was already beginning to fade. As she stormed towards the door, Martin sauntered into the parking lot, his phone drooping from his hand.
"Well? Did you find anything there?" he asked, looking expectantly at Jasmin, whose mind had yet to catch up.
"I dunno if I found anything," she replied, her grin slightly deranged. "But I did trick Sonja by telling her 'Happy New Year' in advance."
Martin's eyebrows shot up. "What? You didn't literally spy on anything! Come on!"
"I took pictures! Don't worry," she said, handing him her phone, "They're all family-friendly... sort of."
He scrolled through the shots, his face contorting into disbelief upon seeing a ripped photo of Dirk and Sonja, grinning together like a pair of Cheshire cats. "Why are you upset about this?" she raised an eyebrow at him, "Isn't it just a photo?"
"Not just a photo! It's proof they knew about Janina and—you know what?!" He tossed the phone back to her with flair. "You're lucky you took pictures, or I might've thought you were a bad spy!"
"Oh please," Jasmin scoffed, reaching for a bottle of water. She took a swig but immediately spat it out. "That tastes like an aquarium!"
"Oh great, just what I needed. Fish-flavored water." Martin wiped his cheek, his irritation wavering. "I hope you get payback from Dirk. That'd make my day."
With Jasmin's laughter echoing out and their banter dancing between them, they pulled into the quiet street where Janina's house lay nestled.
It was one of those rare afternoons when the sunlight filtered through the long, dense trees surrounding the Heinen mansion, casting slender shadows on the perfectly manicured lawn. The air carried the faint smell of blooming jasmine, mingling with the distant sound of laughter—a reminder that the world outside of this luxurious bubble continued to thrive.
Henrik, the stoic bodyguard, stood a few feet away from Fabienne, her eyes distant as she gazed toward the horizon. He could see the weight of her thoughts pulling at the corners of her mouth, the way she instinctively rubbed her fingers together—a habit he had come to recognize as a sign of anxiety.
Suddenly, Fabienne's phone chimed, breaking the fragile silence. As she answered the call, her demeanor shifted.
"What do you want?" she snapped, the gentleness of her tone replaced by a clipped edge.
"Mother, I want you to buy me some extra candies for a sleepover with my friends," her daughter Anja replied, the sweetness of her voice twisted with urgency.
Henrik glanced away, giving her space, but he could hear the conversation clearly.
"Is that all you're going to say?" Fabienne's tone was now laced with irritation.
"Come on, please! Just this once, let me be a kid! Besides, I want to make sure you're okay," Anja insisted, the sincerity in her voice palpable even from a distance.
Fabienne's breath hitched as she absorbed her daughter's plea. "You can handle being alone, Anja. You've done it before."
In a rush, Fabienne ended the call, her fingers lingering over the screen as if trying to capture the moment. Henrik watched her, knowing that the real struggle lay not in the distant daughter but in the burdens Fabienne had to bear. She turned to him, exhaling sharply as if releasing a held breath.
"Do you think Marvin and Anja are forever friends?" he asked, attempting to lighten the heavy air.
Fabienne shrugged, her brow furrowed. "I don't know. Many girls want him now."
"Yeah," Henrik replied casually, "but I assure you, Marvin has a crush on someone else. He won't stop talking about this girl."
"Who is that then, Anja?" She tried to keep her tone light, but Henrik noticed a flicker of concern.
"No, it's not Anja. He's been going on and on about Sidel," Henrik replied, watching her expression closely.
"Oh," she replied, a smile creeping its way onto her lips. "So, he's in love with Jasmin's daughter. Interesting."
"Who's Jasmin?" Henrik inquired, feigning ignorance.
"She's Janina's best friend. Known for stirring trouble. Doesn't ever seem to grow up, really. Not the strongest character," she mused, but her eyes betrayed her—Henrik could see that these gossipy nuances tugged at her own worries.
As they exchanged fleeting thoughts about their children, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over them. The conversation turned serious again.
"I think we should be focused on our job," Henrik shifted, steering the talk back to the present. "Marvin needs to study hard. These distractions..."
Fabienne's gaze hardened, her shoulders straightening. "This isn't just about guarding a house or keeping an eye on kids. It's about understanding them, all of them—their lives, their connections. Anja feels abandoned sometimes, you know."
Henrik realized it was deeper than candy or crushes. Fabienne was crying out for connection in an isolated world, battling a mother's guilt.
"Then maybe we help them," he said gently, acknowledging the way the weight of responsibility hung over her. "Not just by protecting them but by bringing them together."
Fabienne met his eyes, and in that moment, a quiet understanding passed between them.
Sonja stepped out of the sleek, black limousine, the afternoon sun glinting off its polished surface as she gazed at the two figures patrolling the expansive grounds of Janina's mansion. Fabienne and Henrik, the security team, moved with an air of confidence, their eyes scanning the horizon. She felt a rush of pride swell within her—here were two people dedicated to their jobs, protective and diligent.
"So, I'm so glad that you are both doing it," Sonja said, her voice rich with genuine approval. "I expected you would always impress me by your work."
"Not all of us are fools here, Sonja," Fabienne muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.
"If you're not going to say anything better, Fabienne, you better not tell me that again," Sonja retorted, a hint of irritation lurking beneath her professional demeanor. She turned and swept into the mansion, leaving the two guards behind, their banter fading into the distance.
Inside, Jasmin was propped on the living room couch, elbow deep in a jar of pickles. The jar clinked as she fished out a gnarled spear of cucumber, her other hand holding a bottle of ketchup. "So, what are your plans now?" Martin asked curiously, watching her dip the pickle into the ketchup.
Jasmin shrugged, nonchalantly licking the excess ketchup from the pickle with a whimsical touch. "I really don't know. It's like I have no idea what to start. Life feels rather stagnant."
Martin tilted his head, reminiscing. "It's funny—Janina mentioned you a lot. Remember the sixth-grade class picture?" His eyes sparkled as he pulled out a faded photograph.
As Jasmin squinted at the faces in the picture, recognition flickered, and she gasped. "That's me! With the short hair!"
Martin laughed. "Yes! And there beside you is Janina, in that blue hooded jacket."
"Oh my God, I can finally recognize myself," she chuckled, a fleeting moment of nostalgia drifting across her features.
"So, do you have a job, Jasmin?" Martin asked, trying to probe deeper.
"I have a job, yes, but it's not what you think. It's complicated... better than nothing," she replied, her gaze darting uncomfortably away from his.
Martin's expression darkened. "Janina told me you were working with—well, I've heard some things about you and that gang. Why do it? You could find something decent, like others."
Jasmin's eyes narrowed, suspicion brewing as she moved closer. "Why do you want to know, Martin? Sounding awfully concerned."
With a flick of her wrist, she waved the ketchup-covered pickle before him, licking it provocatively. "I'll tell you this: I have it easier than most. I don't need to waste my time hunting for jobs that make me miserable."
His sigh was audible, disappointment lingering in the air. "I'm just concerned, especially about your daughter, Sidel. She must be beautiful like you..."
Jasmin's expression shifted, a glimmer of vulnerability flashing through her bravado. "She is fine without me, really. I don't want to burden her with complaints about my mess."
"Okay..." Martin paused, feeling the weight of her words. "What else are you planning for Janina?"
"Thinking deeply, like always...but it's tougher than you think." As her words trailed off, she leaned back, her expression drifting into a contemplative haze.
Martin rose to brew some coffee, the heaviness of the conversation lingering in the air. Meanwhile, outside, Fabienne indulged in her smoking ritual while Henrik looked on, concern etched over his features.
A sudden knock on the door shattered the tranquility. It was Wilfred, showing interest in Fabienne's presence. "How's it feel?" he asked.
"Nothing," Fabienne replied.
"Be at the company tomorrow. I want you two on guard against the press," he replied, winking playfully.
That night, Sidel sat alone in her room, calling repeatedly for Jasmin, but to no avail. Panic surged. "Walter, I can't reach her! What if something happened?"
"Maybe she's just caught up with...whatever she does," Walter soothed, though his own worry was palpable.
Sidel stared at her phone, fighting back tears as she looked at the wallpaper—Jasmin's smiling face frozen in time. "I hope she's thinking about us," she whispered, her voice breaking against the silence of her room.
Walter left her to find solace, but Sidel remained, clutching the phone, wishing desperately for her mother's return. In that moment, the weight of their lives hung heavily in the air—unspoken realities tethering them together, waiting for the day they could face each other once more.