Novels by blessingajiboye00

Sofia's POVThere was a flash of something on his face before going somewhat cold, he's not the type to care about the world burning down as long as it doesn't affect his financial stats, why would he be concerned if I owned a cat or not, is he allergic to cats? Now that would be a disaster. “Are you allergic to cats sir” I needed to be sure, I didn’t dig too deep into him but I wouldn't have missed his allergies if he had any.“No, not at all, i was just surprised a bit. You don't just seem like you'd have a pet” he replied, expression unreadable. I smiled picking up the final file I believe we'd need in the boardroom.” I do, sir” Well at least he's not allergic to cats,that's a relief. Whatever his problem is then, I'm not sure I want to know.“We are ready for the meeting sir” I curtly added, we should head for the meeting.I need to see how these monsters intend on acquiring Carlos's hotel, I bet they're even concerned about his death or the cause of his death. To the Morettis, e

Leonardo's POV I thought I saw a flicker of… something, when I mentioned Ricci’s hotel, if it was indeed her, there should be an obvious break in character, recognition? Remembrance? But it was gone before I could figure what it was, did I imagine it because I was expecting something? I guess we will find out later on.“Let's cancel Access Gate and replace with the meeting on Ricci’s hotel,They've lost their chance already”“OK sir” she returned, eyes fixated on the tablet in her hand.“ And about the security detail, send a message to the technical department, they should be here by 4:00pm” first, she wasn't supposed to know anything about the archive room yet.“Alright sir” she hadn’t lifted her head up the entire time, I can't read her expression, it's not like I can even if she raised her head. “Are these all of the files I'm going to go through today?” I continued, glancing at the towering stack in front of me. “Uhmm, well…” she moved closer to the files, “after removing the Ac

Sofia’s POVI hated mornings. Not because of the early hour, but because every sunrise reminded me of the years I’d lost, the faces I’d buried. Still, I walked into Moretti Global with steady heels and a folder tucked beneath my arm, ready to play the role I’d perfected. Secretary. Assistant. Their nemesis, All while standing in front of the one man between me and everything—Leonardo Moretti. I was the first to arrive at the office, I wanted to be early to know and see this company for myself, look around. Maria told me the other the she was showing me and around and introducing me to the office that Leonardo doesn't take anything in the morning which was weird, quite challenging and so unlike other CEOs worked with, although I have never had the need to go through my targets’ heir to get the the company to ruins. All I need to do was a cup of coffee or tea or whatever they are drinking to know who and what I'm dealing with. Well, apparently Mr Difficult is indeed different.But the

Leonardo's POV Father doesn't send for me especially in the mornings without valid and genuine reasons. This morning was no exception, I adjusted my cufflinks, already thinking of the meetings waiting for me at the office, but this came first. Always. When my father called, business had to wait.The Moretti mansion loomed ahead like a fortress carved out of stone and legacy. Guards in tailored suits lingered at the gates, eyes sharp and shoulders squared, watching every car that passed through. As I pulled up the long drive, the weight of some memories pressed down on me, a reminder that this house, whether I want or not, had never truly been a home but a throne room, every decision made within these walls had consequences that rippled through the city.I stepped out of the car, my shoes crunching against the gravel, and nodded at the men stationed outside the grand doors. Inside, the air was cool, scented faintly of the usual cigar smoke father takes and polished wood. The chandelie

Sofia’s POV I pushed the apartment door open with more force than I intended, the weight of his words still circling in my head ‘why does your face look familiar?’ That single sentence stayed with me throughout the entire day, refusing to leave my head even as I dropped my bag by the couch.My heels came off first, I kicked them aside, peeling the tight fabric of my blazer from my shoulders. The silence of my small apartment was a relief after the suffocating hours in that fortress of a company, in his presence, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the echo of his voice. Why would he say that? Why did it matter so much?Did the mask slip?In the kitchen, I set water to boil while pulling leftovers from the fridge. Pasta from last night, still in its container. I slid it into the microwave, mechanically going through the motions, but my mind wasn’t here. It was back in that office, in the way his eyes searched me as though he could peel away every layer I’d built, that can't and wouldn't happ

Leonardo's POV If she's here with a game card, well I might just have to see how she's good with her games. Her eyes didn’t flicker, not a twitch, not a stumble. If she was shaken by my question, she wore it like armor, stone cold, rigid and certainly unreadable. “I’ve worked for high-journaling agencies sir,” she replied, her tone even, clipped, professional. “It’s possible you might have seen me while I was gathering reports. Besides, people often say I have a familiar face, but I’m sure I’ve never seen you before… except in the photos and articles on the Internet of course.”Curt, Clean, Practiced. Not what I expected to see but really impressed to hear, she's good. I leaned back in my chair, watching her carefully, not a single muscle betrayed her, no crack in the mask, if she's wearing one that is. Damn, she was good.For a moment, I wondered if I was being unreasonable and unnecessarily paranoid. Maybe this woman really was just another ambitious professional, trying to secure