Arthur leaned back into the leather carseat of his dark grey BMW with a deep sigh as his eyes scrolled the paper that he was holding in his right hand. A frown had wrinkled his otherwise smooth forehead and the muscle under his jaw was ticking in annoyance.
Just like every other morning since the past two months, Gerald was driving him to court. Due to his wedding day fiasco, his company had been slapped by numerous lawsuits and today is no different. Every single day he would start the day in court and once that is done, in the afternoon he would be burrowed in his office with a team of lawyers trying to sort out the details and defence strategy for the next case.
One bloody court case after another.
His heart clenched painfully as he was reminded by the cause of his problems and a sneer unconsciously appeared on his lips. Swiftly pushing thoughts of his ex-fiancé aside, he shifted his focus to the details of today's court case.
Victory looked up from the brochure that she was reading to stare up at the rustic antiquated building in front of her. Heaving a deep sigh and with a resigned look on her face, she told herself sternly. Okay, I can do this. This isgoing to be my home for the next six months. The International Culinary Arts School Lucerne Campus is housed in a former hotel which was built in the 1900s. The four-story frescoed building stood on the picturesque shores of Lake Lucerne, a majestic irregular lake overlooking two mountain of the Swiss Alps, MountPilatus and Mount Rigi. The turquoise waters gleamed proudly under the morning light, sparkling as sunlight bounced from ripples on the water's surface, brought on bythe morning breeze. The campus is made up of two buildings, The Union and the Lime Light building and it appears that she will be spending a lot of time in both structures, as both buildings housed the students' classes and residency.
It has been two months since Victory Sinclair has disappeared from the face of the earth. Well, technically that is not true because she is still very much alive and kicking. The fact is, the billionaire heiress has simply disappeared from the New York scene only to reappear in the picturesque city of Lucerne, Switzerland. Since the wedding fiasco, Victory had left everything behind in New York and chosen to live her life as a student in Europe. Her mind wandered to Liana, the dark-haired, hazel eyed, petite Italian whom she seems to have formed an attachment to.Over the past few weeks, both she and Liana have settled into a comfortable schedule together. On weekdays, they would have breakfast, amble to class, grab lunch or dinner and then return to the room that they share. While on weekends, they would roam the quaint city of Lucerne and try to explore any hidden gems in the city. Despite being caught red
3 Months Later Victory was lugging four massive luggage bags from the conveyor belt onto her trolley. Ugh! Why do winter clothes take too much space?! She grumbled inwardly, clenching her jaw as she hoisted one luggage on top of the other. Only three months in Europe and her luggage seems to have procreated itself. One of her luggage contained only her winter jackets while another two held all her winter outfits. The fourth luggage contained cooking utensils and various pots and pans which was brought from Lucerne because Victory intends to cook once she settles down in New York. She is starting to think that perhaps bringing all those pots and pans back with her may not be such a good idea. "It's not as if I can't buy them in New York. I am such a nincompoop!" Victory muttered vexedly under her breath as she tried to navigate the heavy trolley and avoid bumping into the throng of trave
"Mom, Dad, I'm pregnant." Yep, that's how we Sinclairs greet each other after a long absence. Unlike other people who would normally say hello, or ask how do you do, I decided to confess immediately whenI saw my parents in the living room. The same parents who had accepted my feeble apology after I ran out from my own wedding, causing them to endure public humiliation. Perhaps I am finally embracing the spoiled rich kid persona as what the media have labelled me to be.I suppose you could say that the new me is a big fan of theatrics because there is nothing quite like dropping a bomb right smack in front your parents faces and watching their pleasantexpressions contort into pure shock. So wicked were my thoughts thatIhalf expected my dad to suddenly sprinkle me with holy water and exclaim dramatically, now that I have confessed, all my past sins are forgiven by the Lord. My apologies, I seem to have diverged
It has been two weeks after she had given birth to Astor, the blue eyed, dark haired bouncing baby who is now terrorising both her days and nights. Whoever invented the saying, sleep like a baby probably never had one. Despite his cherubic face and utterly adorable tiny fingers and tiny toes, Astor's cries could probably wake up the dead. In their residence, Astor have woken everyone upat the oddest time and sleep deprived is now known as the Sinclair's new normal. It's an absolute miracle no one has gone bonkers yet. It was one of the rare afternoons where Astor had just fallen asleep and Susannah, his nanny carried him upstairs tohis crib. As a new mother, alone time is a priceless commodity and she needed a distraction, something to help her relax and take her mind away from the anxiety of it all. SoVictory had occupied herself in the kitchen and was baking an apple pie. Her cellphone suddenly rang and she idly swiped
Victory has been appointed as A. K. Media's Business Development Manager. She is tasked to head the business development team, a newly created unit. The team comprises of only two people, Victory and her assistant, David. Their main role is to bring in new clients for A. K. Media. Besides their unit, there is another sales team that handle existing clients' contracts and is currently overseen by Arthur.By the end of the year, Arthur plans to merge both teams under her supervision. When she first read her job description, she was pleasantly surprised that Arthur would allow her to hold such an important post. After the mess that she had landed him in last year, she didn't expect that he would be so charitable to her.Her surprise later morphed into irony after she was bombarded with snooping questions by potential clients. Instead of being interested with what she is offering on behalf of A. K. Media, most of them wanted to know whether she is
Just like it was a year ago, her work at A. K. Media is hectic and tough, and Victory is loving every minute of it. She finally garnered a small contract with Kim Entertainment. Her second meeting with the company went well, so well in fact they immediately awarded A. K. Media a contract to cover one of their newest rising stars who is set to feature in a new tv series. Besides Kim Entertainment, she also has garnered several other contracts with various new clients, which explains her erratic work schedule. Her days are filled with meetings and appointments while her nights and weekends are filled with events.With the new team that she's heading, Victory has to be on her feet at all times to make sure that she is able to bring in new clients as Arthur had appointed her to do. No more Christian Louboutins, Missy. She sternly told herself after coming back from an event with blisters on her feet. This time, she has traded her stilettos for Mary J
Have you ever woken up one day to an absolutely ordinary morning only to find out later that your whole life had flipped on its axis? Well, today is that day for me. Because literally in just a matter of minutes, I will find out that I have a fathered son. Andthings will never ever be the same again. It all started when I insisted on picking up Victory from her apartment. She has been working with me for about a month now and I just wanted to know where she lives. I haven't seen her around the Upper East Side so naturally I was curious. With our busy schedule at work, I don't think she's staying with her parents in the suburbs. Besides, we've been fooling around for a few weeks now and I was thinking perhaps we could take things further, like to the bedroom in her apartment. Yes, my ex-fiancé is back in my life, working in my company and surprisingly I like her work. Correction, I admire her work.