Regina's POV
"There's a problem, it's still not balanced!" Dawn's scream was deafening. I shifted back a bit from her loud wails. I needed to concentrate... This was fucking not my day. My whole body was shaking as fear crept through me, more like anxiety. Today was Dan's birthday and he was throwing a party that evening...basically in about two hour's time. I needed to get him the perfect present, then pick up the cake for his party and also manage to get dressed in less than two hours! And here I was, still at work sorting out the variance issue at hand. Everyone stared at me waiting for me to work some magic, even though clearly, I was just a simple finance assistant just like them. "Oh my goodness, we're dead! We're gonna die!--" Slap! It was meant to be a small pat on her cheeks to keep her quiet but it ended up becoming a loud slap. I couldn't concentrate with her screaming and crying! "I'm so sorry, Dawn, but please stay with me here!. Are you with me?" I said to her calmly and she nodded, slowly recovering from the slap. "Good. Now you and Mr. Isaac go fetch out the PRAC from January 12th to 21st, our answers should be in there." She nodded and dragged Mr. Isaac along. Peter and Lizzy were glaring at me with disgust. "Like we haven't checked the files already," Lizzy said. "Yea, just confess we're toast already and stop acting like you know it all!" Peter sided. We were colleagues but they hated my guts for some reason, and I didn't even give a fuck. I ignored and went on with my work on the system. My mind went back to Dan's party and it made my heart skipped a bit. Dan and I had been dating for over 3 years now. Tonight would be the night he would propose to me, and in public at that! Our relationship wasn't as open as I would like it to be, but tonight, all that was changing. I read through my friend's messages and notice they ignored my message in the group. They kept sending their congrats to Kimberly for some reason, what did she do? We were four and had been inseparable since our second year in college; Kimberly, Mary, Rita and I. It still gave me a bit of concern seeing they ignored my message on the group announcing that I might be getting married first in our group sooner than they thought, then Dawn and Mr. Isaac came back in. "We found it! Ha!" Dawn cried out. The look of relieve on my face was out of this world. "Good. Now let's sort out this mess and find out where the mistake is coming from." I saw Peter and Lizzy flash murderous glares at me and it made me smile. After another thirty minutes, the problem had been resolved and I could head home now. Plus, I had all the time to relax with Dan after the party because I had tendered in my resignation letter. Dan's promise had warmed my heart and we both agreed me stepping down from work was the best solution. Finally, I could open up my fashion house and start sharing my designs to the world. With my savings and Dan's millions of dollar promise of investment, I was all set to go. I rushed home and thankfully—it was just like a 10 minutes walk—and freshened up, then changed into my lovely dress. My long brown hair was wrapped up in a bun that sat just at the nape of my neck. With little touches of makeup to brighten up my baby looking face and a couple of sprays of my favorite perfume, I was all set to go. But first, I headed to the store to get the latest edition of wristwatch that Dan had been talking about, which was at my standard level, very expensive!, but to Dan's financial standard, it was just normal. I got the cake from the pastry store and arrived at the party twenty minutes late. The venue was at Dan's parent mansion instead of his apartment. The hall was already full with important guests left and right. I scanned through the crowd for Dan but found Mary and Rita instead. Rita was a petite short lady, even shorter than me, and I was barely 5'3, but pretty and maybe bustier than I was. "Hey, you made it," she said to me. "Wait, let's help you with something,"Mary said, taking the cake from me. Unlike the rest of us, Mary was the tallest and most slim one of us. We always advised her to join a modeling agency because she had the perfect physique. "Oh my God, thanks a lot." I said, half panting already. Why was I so nervous like this?? "Where's Kimberly? And Dan as well, I've been calling but they're not answering." Both Mary and Rita instantly turned their attention to the ground ignoring my question. Out of annoyance, I flared up. "There, you guys are ignoring me again! Did I do something wrong?" Rita looked pitiful, "no, it's not that. We just... Um..." "We dunno where Kimberly is!" Mary replied sharply. "Okay... I'll just keep looking." I said to them. My excitement got the best of me because I was already grinning and smiling again. "By the way, Dan's proposing tonight! Well, maybe not really proposing. But he's making us public today, in front of everyone. I'm so happy!" There again with their tired expression. I was forced to frown and ask what the hell was wrong. "Are you girls not happy for me?" "Believe me, honey, that's not it. It's just that--" Rita was saying but was immediately cut off by Mary. "It's nothing. Just make sure you find Dan first." I nodded, "okay... Well, you can drop the cake--" "--we know where to drop the cake. Just go." Mary insisted. I turned and walked away, still pondering over what Rita had wanted to say. From behind, a figure gripped on my hand and I flinched, only to find out it was Dan from his soothing deep voice. "I thought you said you wouldn't be able to make it here."Regina's POVI didn't sleep that night. How could I? The email had been printed, dissected, passed around like candy by the legal department. Jenna hadn't said anything yet, but I knew that silence, tight-lipped and loaded.And Nicholas?He'd gone quiet again, always calculative and protective...the last part in his words at least. But this time, I didn't want to be protected. I wanted to strike back.The next morning, I walked into the office wearing my sharpest black blazer and a red lip that screamed "try me." If Cassandra wanted a war, she'd just handed me the perfect excuse to destroy her.Nicholas met me in the hallway, already on the phone with HR. "Yes, I understand the nature of the complaint. But she won't be stepping down, because there's no basis for the accusation."He hung up and gave me a look. "You okay?""No," I said honestly. "But I will be once she chokes on her own venom."He smirked, proud. "Good. Because I've got a plan."I found myself muttering a low “oh no” u
Regina's POVThe moment I saw her, I knew I wasn't hallucinating. It was Cassandra waltzing into the building like she hadn't burned every bridge behind her.Hair flawless. Heels sharp enough to stab. A smug smile carved into her face like she'd just landed a million-dollar deal.I stood frozen near the elevator, clutching my coffee like it could shield me from her venom."You look... refreshed," she purred, eyes sweeping me from head to toe. "Nicholas always did have a thing for polished brunettes."I didn't flinch. "And you always did have a thing for slinking back after getting thrown out.""Thrown out?" She laughed, stepping closer. "Darling, I was never really gone. Just biding my time."Security should've banned her. HR should've locked her out. But somehow, some idiot had let her back in—for a "final exit meeting," according to her smug little speech. Right. And I was Queen of England.I marched straight to Nicholas's office, every step a silent prayer that he hadn't invited he
Regina's POVI knew Cassandra wouldn't go quietly. People like her never did.The morning after the board meeting, a leak appeared online—anonymous, of course. A gossip piece claiming I had "manipulated my way to the top using charm and favors." Accompanied by a blurry photo of me and Nicholas exiting his car.They were playing dirty again.I leaned back in my chair, letting the fire build in my chest. The old me would've cried, maybe hid. The new me? She welcomed the flames.Marching into Nicholas's office, I walked in with full armor. "We need to kill this story."He was already on the phone. "No, we're issuing a statement. She earned her place here. End of discussion." He looked at me. "Damage control is underway. HR, PR, and legal are handling it.""Do you think it's Cassandra?"He nodded. "She's sloppy when she's emotional. And right now? She's desperate.""Then let's end this."Nicholas gave me a sharp look. "You sure?""I'm done waiting for people to save me."I went back to my
Regina's POV By lunchtime, I was a headline and a cautionary tale. Every side-eye, every hushed whisper—it all boiled into one hard truth: I wasn't just fighting for my job anymore. I was fighting for my name. And I wasn't going to lose. I locked my office door and called the only person who'd understand. "Tell me it's time," I said. A deep chuckle answered. "Regina Moore calling me in the middle of a scandal? Must be bad." "Devon, it's a war zone." Devon—a PR fixer, a marketing genius, and my friend from college—was infamous for turning messes into miracles. "I saw the photo," he said. "You look great, by the way. But yeah, the narrative is ugly." "I need to rewrite it." "You want to play offense?" "No," I said coldly. "I want to scorch the damn field." An hour later, I was in a private café downtown, hoodie up, sunglasses on, laptop open. Devon slid into the seat opposite mine, his grin sharp and dangerous. "You want me to spin the truth?" he asked. "No. I want you to
Regina's POV I wasn't expecting him to show up at my apartment. Not tonight. Not after the week I'd had—after the disaster at the investors' pitch, the tabloid photos of Nicholas and Cassandra, the awkward silence he'd maintained like a coward too afraid to tell me the truth. But there he was, tall and exhausted in my doorway, holding a bottle of wine like we were some kind of normal couple trying to patch things up with Pinot Noir and apologies. "Can I come in?" he asked, voice rough. I stared at him, torn between slamming the door in his face and dragging him inside just to scream. Instead, I stepped aside. "You've got five minutes." He walked in slowly, like he wasn't sure if the floor would hold him. Or maybe he was just that used to treading carefully around me now. "I didn't kiss her," he said without preamble. I raised a brow, folding my arms. "Oh, so she fell mouth-first onto your lips? How tragic." "It was a setup. She kissed me, and the cameras were already waitin
Regina's POV Lolita didn't scream. She didn't cry damn it! She didn't even blink! She just stared at Nicholas like she'd finally seen the monster she always suspected he could become. "You've made a mistake," she said in a low voice. "One you won't recover from." "I already did," he replied. "The day I let you run this place unchecked." The room was still reeling from the vote, the silence so heavy it nearly choked me. Board members began quietly packing their things, avoiding eye contact with both Nicholas and Lolita like they were afraid either one might spontaneously combust. Lolita stood slowly, smoothing down her blazer with grace that almost masked her venom. "To all of you," she said to the board, "don't think I'll forget this. When the shareholders start asking questions—and believe me, they will—I hope you have answers." Then she turned to me. "You think this is over? Little girl, I raised empires with men like Nicholas under my heel. You're a passing phase.