Miranda’s P.O.V I grew up in a home filled with love, with two parents who loved each other to bits. As such, I thought that I could grow up and have the same for myself. But all that life had given me is struggle after struggle and I think I am pretty much done with that. The word divorce brings a bitter taste to my mouth, but I’ve reached my breaking point and I’m assured that it’s the best move.At first, I had my reservation about this Donovan character that Davien introduced me to. I mean, the man is clearly a Casanova from the way he kept flirting with me every now and then, but somehow managed to pass it off in a professional manner. I could also tell that he was very experienced in his job, and that under his care, this divorce will happen sooner than later, and I’ll walk away with what’s rightfully mine…even though my situation is a little different than most.He told me that the divorce filing would take a couple of days, and only then would the papers be delivered to Michae
Third Person’s P.O.VMichael stared at the outstretched hand of the man would soon be his boss and then again into his odd irises which were thundering with self-satisfaction. How in the hell did this arrogant SOB end up being a lot more important than he had even imagined? And it suddenly occurred to him that he had already jeopardized his job by talking down on him the other die. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he placed his palm in Davien’s and shook it.“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Huxley,” he breathed, throat clogging up with angst.Davien squeezed Michael’s hand a little harder than necessary, eliciting a low moan of pain from the latter. “Oh, so now you’ve found your manners. Didn’t you refer to me as ‘asshole’ last week?” he pointed out with a tinge of derision.Mr. Huxley senior’s phone began to ring, and he excused himself to the balcony, where he could take it in privacy. Davien stepped away from Michael, and took a seat behind his father’s desk, and propped his feet up on it. “Mr
Miranda’s P.O.VMichael marched up to me and looked at me with so much fury that it made my stomach twist. “What the hell are you doing here? And where the hell have you been?” he fumed; his volume reduced so that only I could hear him.“I-I…y-you, the-,” stuttered pitifully, my senses seemingly having gone on vacation. No words could describe how petrified I was right now because I wasn’t mentally prepared to face him right now. His eyes darkened ominously, and he grasped my arm so hard, that I could feel my blood vessels constrict. “Never mind that, now that I’ve found you, you and I are going to have a nice long chat…alone,” he grumbled unequivocally and started to drag me away. “Where do you think you’re going, Kidman?” boomed another voice from further down the hall, but I really didn’t need to strain my brain to know who it belonged to it. The question is, what the heck was he doing here, right now, in this building? Wait, could he be…?Michael’s face flashed with irritation,
Third Person’s P.O.VBeing someone’s personal assistant was proving to be harder than what Miranda had initially thought. She had thought it would be about fetching coffee for her boss, which she had done twice already, answering mails, delivering paperwork and other trivial errands, but it was proving to be one hell of a nightmare.Penelope had gotten her acquainted with the whole building in under thirty minutes; all thirty floors of them. There were so many people, many titles, and many positions she had to know but thinking about it just gave her a headache. It was all very overwhelming, and by the time it was lunchtime she was just about ready to quit. It was only her first day and she felt like she’d been working there for a millennium.Taking a seat on the chair placed next to Penelope’s desk, she laid her head down in exhaustion. “I had no idea that there would be this much to do,” she groaned tiredly.Penelope chuckled and opened her laptop. “Sweety, this is nothing. I kind o
Third Person’s P.O.VBy the time Miranda caught up to Davien, he was already in his office about to grab a folder from his desk. The distance from the elevator to the office was short, but Miranda was heaving like she had just ran a marathon. It was mostly because his cryptic words to her in the elevator had left her out of breath and flustered. She wanted to ask him what he meant by ‘you’re more than just my PA’ but once she entered the room, he went back into full boss mode. “I’m sure Penelope briefed you on what the upcoming meeting is about. A jewellery company has enlisted us to do their brand marketing, advertisements etc. It’s new to the states, and they’re hoping we will be able to bring them into the picture. Normally, I don’t handle such small accounts but due to the incompetence of your husband, I’ve taken it up and we’ve made much progress. Now, what I need you to do in the meantime is get the meeting room ready with the help of Ms. Willis and come get me when the clients
Miranda’s P.O.VAs the clock struck seven, I had completed all my assigned tasks for the day. Granted, they weren’t very many of them, but I was as tired as a lumberjack having spent majority of the day running up and down, attended my first meeting and then got to reading the folder that Penelope had giving me, plus getting the hang of responding to emails. At this hour, I bet almost everyone had already left about an hour ago. I powered off the computer, put everything in order before I collected my belongings and exited Penelope’s-well, my office. Although she’d spent majority of the day helping me navigate through the company and this job I’d been newly assigned, she had said that she’d be quite scarce from now onwards. She would be preparing for Davien’s official inauguration and the dinner party to follow, which she said she’d come to me when she needs an extra set of hands. Once in the hallway, I was heading towards Davien’s office with my head directed towards my phone when
Miranda’s P.O.VToday, I was particularly nervous for two reasons. The first was that Donovan had informed me that the divorce papers would be delivered to Michael today, and the second reason was that I’d had very awkward encounters with Davien yesterday, in which there was this intimate tension between us that we hadn’t addressed yet. And because of this, I didn’t know how to act around him; I was walking on eggshells here and it seemed he was doing the same.I woke up, got dressed in a royal blue long sleeved dress that ended mid-thigh, along with cream coloured Miu Miu heels. Some time I’d have to get my belongings from Michael’s house- because let’s face it, it will never be mine and if he wanted it, then he could damn well have it. I’d suffered much in that cursed house, that I didn’t even want to go near it. The way he verbally, physically, and sexually assaulted me…don’t think about it, Miranda. Downstairs, Davien was by the stove preparing breakfast in his three-piece navy-b
Miranda’s P.O.V“Are you sure that there’s no way for us to come to the party? I really want to get dressed up and mingle with the rich, even just for one night,” Angela huffed as she swirled the spaghetti in her plate with her fork. She, Jeremy, and I were once again in the canteen having lunch, and it was my third day at work.“Invitations were sent to the individuals on the guest list; thus, I cannot add anyone on it since they have already gone out and we’ve received RSVPs. I really wish I could get you guys in,” I explained and took a sip of my iced latte.Jeremy’s lips curled in derision. “It’s probably for the best. I would hate to be around those types of people for long, plus attending a party hosted by the boss. No thanks, I’d rather go to the bar and look for some chick to hook up with, thank you very much,” he sniffed righteously with a sly grin. Angela glared at him and almost threw a slice of cucumber at him.I glanced at my phone and saw that it was already one forty-fi