Novels by Miss Debz

Rex’s POV Getting off his black G-wagon, Rex slammed the door of his car like it was part of his problems. It had been a week –seven damn days! and that nosy journalist hadn't returned. Honestly, what annoyed him most was how he was proven wrong. He had predicted she'd return immediately, at least for the juicy offer. And she had the audacity not to. Walking into the lobby with a face that screamed ‘stay away’, he could see Camilla rushing towards him, with her tablet in her hands. “Mr Hale, an email just came in from Worth Estates. They’re requesting a meeting. Should I arrange it?”. She said as she got close. Worth Estates. Those bunch of good-for-nothings. He wasn't interested in any meeting, and even if he was, definitely not with them. “Delete it”. He growled. He knew what they wanted. Five years back in New York and his company, R-Tech, had become New York’s most powerful private tech company, overshadowing Worth Estates. Over a decade old clients Worth Estates

Emily's POV“You want me to be your son's nanny?”. Emily couldn't believe Rex's request as she sat down across from him.He had humiliated her publicly at the lobby almost an hour ago, and instead of an apology, he's offering such a ridiculous request?.She thought Camilla had more humiliations on the way when she had asked her to wait. But then Rex surprisingly walked in.He was the last person she wished to see again that day. But unfortunately, here she was, sitting in the same office with him.Rex leaned back, with his eyes focused on her like she didn't just ask him a question.He was unpredictable. Almost an hour ago, he was upset with her by just asking about his son –now he's asking her to be his nanny?.She looked at the little boy sitting on the couch located at a corner in the office. He looked so naive as he sat there looking at her with hope in his eyes.“I can't be his nanny, I'm a full time journalist”. Emily said. If only he knew it was all about him, not his son. Ca

Rex’s POVAt the end of the conference table Rex sat, with his black suit and unbuttoned jacket. The executives were still arguing over the partnership, but Rex's attention wasn't with them anymore.Leaning back, his eyes were on the tablet in his hand. His son had drawn something new. On the screen stood a crooked stick figure and beside it was a tall one with dark hair and a frown. They were holding hands.“Is that supposed to be me?”. Rex muttered, still focused on the tablet as his eyes kept wandering over the screen.“Mr Hale?”, one of the executives asked in confusion.Rex ignored him. He had made a decision, and they had to deal with it. All he knew was that he was done with the meeting. He stood to button his jacket. Picking the tablet while sliding one hand into his pocket, he walked out on the executives without saying a word.Outside the conference room, his assistant, Camilla, was busy on her tablet while waiting for him. Noticing Rex, she stood straight.Without looking

Emily's POV Emily stood in the lobby of City Pulse press, holding a cup of warm coffee. She took a sip, while looking tense. Her Managing Editor, Carol had asked to see her.If Carol asked to see you, it only meant two things –you’re either in trouble, or you're getting a big job. And Emily didn't know which one was going to be her fate.“Emily, you're next”. Carol called out across the room.Taking a deep breath, she headed towards her office. She was only a junior journalist, still trying to prove her dedication and competence.“Sit, and shut the door behind you”, Carol said, pulling out a file with a picture on it and sliding it to her across the desk.As Emily picked up the file, Carol continued. “Rex Hale, billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him”. She said, as Emily flipped through the file. “Several articles, blogs and journalists have tried to get him to talk, but they all failed. And that's where you come in”.She paused while leaning back, her fingers drumming

Emily's POV - Flashback Emily stood outside the pediatric hospital on a cold night with her baby in her arms. “I'm sorry, my baby”. Her voice shook uncontrollably."I'm sorry, my child." Tears rolled down her face.“But it hurts to know that I cannot keep you, my love”. She sniffled, while wiping the tears from her eyes with one palm, and the other held onto her baby –he was wrapped in a white blanket.Emily held him close to her chest, as if she was not ready to let go just yet.Broadway Pediatric Hospital - the name was visible on the front of the building. The nurses had promised her that they would legally place the baby for adoption, still, she didn't feel any better Looking down at him, her heart pierced at the sight of his smile. He looked happy curling up in her arms, with his tiny feet kicking under the blanket.“I promise you'll be safer with someone else”. She said with a barely audible voice. Gently, she put her lips on his forehead.She bent as she carefully put him in