I crumpled the paper and harshly throw it in the trash bin beside my table. The fuck is wrong with the old hag and he had the guts to leave a big loan in my hands?!
"Ma'am, what should I tell them?" My secretary's eyes were glued on her shoes, averting my sharp gaze.
My head is currently in turmoil. I thought the only problem that we are facing right now is that tragedy, but how come a big loan will resurface at a very dark moment of my life?!
My upper lip moved as I sarcastically smirked in the air. My hands flew from my wooden table to my forehead and touched it like I am wiping my sweat.
And again, the papers in front of me caught my attention. Some are letters about the employee's late salaries, complaints about the service, and some, requests for meetings. I sighed and hardly hit the table. Mayi, my secretary jumped in shock and glanced at me with fear in her eyes.
"Cancel all my schedules for today and let me rest. Tell them I'm sick and will attend to them when I feel fine," I eyed her with my serious look and signed her to go out of my office.
I turned my swivel chair around and faced the glass wall. Here you can see the tallest buildings and clouds. When you look down, cars will look like toys run by remote controls for they are so small.
"Mayi!" I called when I thought of something which can somehow make my mood lighter. "Bring me some wine!" I yelled when the door opened.
Days had been so rough for me, and I couldn't stand the stress I am currently facing. I didn't know how it happened, or when did it start, but the last time I checked, I'm busy partying and burning money.
Party, and booze. My wings are always busy flying while flaunting how free I am. And then suddenly, I woke up having these whole bunch of craps.
Farrah Evans, the Pacifica Airlines heiress runs out of money. I never dreamt of flying with my big, strong wings while being chased with the flying loansharks!
As soon as Mayi came and give me the wine I am asking, I busied myself in thinking of how I would be able to pay for the loans without giving up the company.
I pulled the wine up and saw the price at the bottom.
Four hundred dollars for a fucking bottle of wine?! It doesn't even taste great! I should have asked for soju instead! That tastes better!
I grunted. I put the bottle down the table and stood up. I placed both of my hands at the sides of my waist and paced back and forth, trying to search for the answer to my problems.
I bit my lips and forcibly kicked my swivel chair, releasing all the anger that is building up in my whole system.
"I hate being poor!" I yelled and flinched when I felt a pain in my right foot. "Why is life getting harder each day?!"
I reached for my Hermes bag and searched for my phone. Right, should I sell all my bags? One bag costs a million. I counted my bags in my head and included some of my unused shoes but eventually shook my head.
That won't work! It can only pay for the delayed salaries and some small loans even if I sell all of them! I opened my phone and called Vanessa.
"What's up, CEO?" She teasingly said behind the line. Her voice is a bit loud and the background is noisy, like the sound of a hairdryer.
"Can you turn the phone off for a moment?" My lips twitch as I moved the phone away from me.
"What do you need, girl? A million? Sorry but the line i-i-s tu-toot—"
"Stop it with your acts, Van. I won't make a loan, I'm not that poor yet!" I yelled, but when I remembered how my company is doing, I sighed.
"You have an appointment for today?" I asked and sat in my swivel chair. The sun is already setting and no matter how I want to admire it, all the things that I am going through make everything ugly.
"Nothing, I mean, yes, I'm going to party."
"Party? Can I go?" I looked heavenward while moving the chair from side-to-side, thinking of when did the last time I go clubbing and have fun.
"I thought you're busy? Anyway, you can. Am I going to fetch you or nah?"
"No, just text me the details. I'll be there," I uttered in a low voice and started to fix my things.
The upbeat music dominated my sense of hearing the moment I stepped inside the bar. The dancefloor is now crowded and noisy even if it's still 9 pm. I squeezed myself to the see of people before I found Van's hand waving in a couch.
"You look dazzling, girl!" She laughed as she kissed my cheek and roam her eyes in my body.
"You look expensive for a girl running out of money," she blurted and spit out another speck of laughter before offering a seat.
"I don't have money anymore, why would I let people know that I'm poor as a rat already? At least dress according to the place you're going, Van." I rolled my eyes and reaches for the bottle of whiskey in the center table.
"Why, I thought the company can still survive?" She asks and gave me a shot glass. I poured all my attention at the glass of whiskey and drank it before shotting Vanessa a glance.
"It could, only if my Dad didn't leave me several loans." I sighed and pour another glass.
"What are your plans, then? Do you want me to invest in your company?" My eyes shifted to Vanessa's concerned face.
"You don't have to, a failing business is not the one you should give a chance. You'll just waste your money," I uttered. "Maybe I could announce bankruptcy and give all the employees their last salaries after I settled it with the bored?" I unsurely added and heaved another sigh.
"What do you think?" I tilted my head and waited for her answer.
"Have you tried decreasing the number of employees? Pacifica can still survive if only you would want it,"
"I want to, but do I have the money?" I smiled. "I don't," I added and shot another glass.
"If only I can have at least one million dollars then I can sell all my properties and bags, decrease my staffs and start over again then—"
"What the fuck, Farrah! You can have a million dollars if you want to!" Vanessa's eyes widened as she started to shake my shoulders continuously.
I stared at her weirdly and slapped her arms away from my shoulders. "You still don't change, you've got no poise." I rolled my eyes.
"It's real! You could have a million dollars!" She insisted. I wrinkled my nose and licked my lips.
"Through what? Getting married to an old man who can die easily? I laughed and shook my head. Vanessa's forehead creased.
"Of course not!" Her eyes darted at the table in front of us and pointed someone using her lips.
"You'll get the money through that man," she said.
My eyes followed her gaze. My lips parted as I glanced at the man I tried to forget years ago. I stared at Vanessa with disbelief.
"Are you sure this would work?" I asked as I unlocked my seatbelts. I glanced at the rearview mirror and puckered my lips.
"Just tell him your objective, girl. You just need to make him refuse with the marriage, show him your written deal and you'll get the money!" Vanessa clapped her hands as she smiled widely.
"I'm so bright, right?" She put all her hair on the other side of her shoulders and grinned. "No need to thank me, jump out of my car and talk to him!" She said and pushed my shoulder.
I hesitantly opened the passenger door and strutted the way to the tall building with a huge name in bold letters, it says, "Saldivar Group of Companies"
My heart started to hammer as I entered the lobby. Some workers in corporate attire are roaming around the floor with a lot of papers in hand but I didn't bother to smile at them and faced the receptionist.
"Hi, I need to meet your boss. I mean, Mr. Uno Saldivar, what is his floor?" I politely asked and gave her a warm smile. She reciprocated it and put her ballpen down.
"It's on the top floor, Ma'am. It's the only office you can find, you can ask his secretary. Do you have an appointment?" She gently asked. I only nodded and bid my goodbye before walking towards the elevator.
Appointment my ass. Farrah Evans doesn't need that.
"Hi! Is Uno Saldivar inside?" I asked when I met a girl in a white polo and black pencil cut skirt. Probably his secretary. The girl scanned me from head to foot and smiled.
"Yes, Ma'am. Can I ask if you have an appointment? What's your name?" She said and picked a folder up and scanned it. I cleared my throat and smiled proudly.
"I'm Uno's old friend, I think I don't need an appointment. You can just tell him my name and—"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's in my protocol, if you want to meet him, you need an appointment. My boss is a busy man." She apologetically smiled and faced her computer.
I scoffed and crossed my arms.
"I have a very important thing to talk with him! It's urgent!" I loudly said as I put the folder up, trying to convince her.
"Sorry, Ma'am. Come back here with an appointment,"
"I said I need to talk to your boss! Let me in!" I yelled, losing all the patience that I have. My blood started to boil and was about to lash again when a man opened the door.
My face lit up and started to walk towards him.
"Uno!" I smiled. The secretary stood up in a haste and tried to stop me from coming near Uno.
"I told her I want to talk to you but she won't let me in! I said I am your friend but she doesn't—"
"Why are you here, Evans?" Uno's baritone voice stopped me from whining. He glanced at the secretary and nodded before pulling me inside the room but before he can close the door, I triumphantly smiled at the secretary and arched my brow.
Uno sat on his swivel chair and loosened his tie. My eyes wandered at the minimalist styled office of his before I cleared my throat.
"Why are you here?" He repeated. I took some steps forward until I could sit on the chair in front of his black wooden table.
Uno's hair is neat, far from his messy hair way back when he's still...uh, let's just say...in love with me? Yeah. Something like that.
His eyes were deep and black, his nose narrow, pink thin lips, and strong angled jaw. His white long sleeve polo hugged his body. He was now leaner than what I could remember years ago and he looks so attractive!
What the hell?
I swallowed hard and plastered a smile on my face before putting the white folder on top of his table.
"I'm here to remind you of our million-dollar marriage deal."
Chapter 1: The Bad Girl"Bottoms up! Bottoms up! Bottoms up!" The loud audience cheered as Vanessa poured the load of the bottle to my mouth. I drank all of it, and although I feel like I am drowning, I'll never make myself a loser."Whoa!" The people around me roared when I snatched the bottle from Vanessa's hand. I put my hand up and smirked."Where's my fifty thousand, Van?" The horror and disbelief were evident on her face. My smile widened."50,000 my dear best friend," I laughed and put down the bottle of vodka. Her lips were parted and she's gaping at me. I put the scattered hair strands behind my ear."You have
"Uno..." I bit my lips and stood up to separate him from Zico who's now wiping the blood on his lips."Let's go, Farrah. I'll get you home." Uno's deep voice dominated my ears and the next thing I knew, he's dragging me away from the man I'm with earlier. He pulled my arm and strutted the way to his magnetic silver Aston Martin DB11. A handsome car for a geek-looking man. I shook my head. Uno, even behind his glasses surely knows how to use his money in beautiful things.He opened the door for me before turning around to seat on the driver's seat. He put his head on the steering wheel and tapped it with his fingers. I crossed my arms and glared at him, even when he wasn't looking at me."Why did you punch Zico?" I angrily said and made my glare
"Good morning, Van. Have you wired the penny?" I arched my brow as I sat on my seat. Today is a Monday and this is one of the days I hate the most. Going to school and listen to the boring discussion of the old professors suck. I looked at the clock and wished for it to make the time faster."You are so clever, Farrah. No wonder you are the heiress of your company. You won't run out of money with that mindset!" I laughed and played with my long manicured nails. We stopped talking when the teacher for the first subject arrived and discussed."Farrah, lunch date? Let's skip classes." The second subject is about to start when Jester, one of my handsome suitors asked. I glanced at the clock and saw that it's already 9 am. I shifted my gaze to Vanessa who's now shaking her head. "Girl, don't look at me to ask
Chapter 4: Limited Edition"You really know how to cook?" I asked, still shocked by what he said. The heiress of the Saldivar group knows how to cook? That's impossible! Cooking is only for the poor!I sat on the high chair and stared at him who's now checking the food inside the fridge."What do you want to eat?" His deep voice has been emphasized by the silent kitchen. I rested my chin on my hand."I want a vegetable salad. I need to take care of my weight. I don't want to be a pig." I said and reach for my phone. I don't really know why I let Uno use our kitchen or why I allowed myself to be with him. I should be avoiding him because he's infuriatingly pers
Chapter 5: Jungle Juice"Daddy?" Bewilderness filled my voice as I glance at the tall, masculine man in front of me.He's wearing a white button-down long sleeve folded until his elbows, a black slacks, and a pair of expensive black shoes."What are you doing here?" I addedHe only looked at me with shock, his lips parted, and his eyes so round. I glance at the woman beside him and arch a brow."Who is this again?" I proudly said as I held my chin up. I gave her a head-to-toe scanning and rolled my eyes. She's tall, has a round big breasts and small waist. Of cou
All that I can say when I opened my eyes is that: What the fuck? My head hurts like hell and it makes me want to just cut it off my body and change it with another one!I touched my head and pulled my hair, hoping that it'll somehow ease the pain. I lazily pushed my feet to the edge of the bed and pulled myself up. I rubbed my eyes as my feet reached the soft, furry carpet of my room—What the?My eyes became wide open as my feet felt a rough thing. Why is this so rough? I looked down and saw an unfamiliar dark blue carpeted floor. My eyes wandered around the whole room.The combination of the dark blue and white walls welcomed me. The pieces of furniture are also a mixture of th
I unlocked my seatbelt and checked my face on the rearview mirror before going out of my sedan. I hung my small yet fashionable backpack on my shoulders and strutted my way to our building with my two inches block heels."Good morning bitch." I greeted Van and sat on my usual seat. She just arches a brow and stared at me.I put my bag behind my seat and placed my phone on top of my armchair."What did you do last Saturday?" She asks and leaned closer. I furrowed my brows and pointed my index finger to her forehead and pushed it away from my face.
"Boy...friend?" I tried so hard to compose myself and stifle my laughter but I ended up touching my stomach as I mockingly laugh at Uno."Are you serious?" I wiped the tears I got from laughing so hard away from my face. "Are you on drugs, Sir?"Uno Saldivar can both annoy and make me laugh like a madwoman. This is absurd! A nerdy boy who's been tailing me for two years assumes that he's finally my boyfriend!"That's hilarious...and horrible," I said, now back in my serious voice. "Why did you even go in there? Who told y