LOGINDiane smiled as she leaned against the elevator wall, folding her arms and closing her eyes. She hummed a song in a low tone, swinging her head from side to side while tapping her foot gently against the floor. It was just the two of them in the elevator. And Ryan stole glances at her from time to time, nibbling on his lower lip to try and shake off the subtle anxiety creeping through him. He was beginning to wonder if she had some new revenge plans up her sleeve, if she was planning something threatening or if she was just simply happy. With Diane, he could never tell. He could only hope whatever she had in mind to do was still on the safe side. Because if there was one thing his boss was exceptionally good at, it was keeping him on his toes. She stopped humming immediately and turned to him, grinning from ear to ear, which made him swallow hard. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away, avoiding her gaze. "Ryan.""Y-yes Ma'am." He replied, tightening his grip on the bag
Lea took a mouthful of her citrus-flavoured water, panting heavily. "Bruh, Pilates is killing me." Diane settled down beside her, panting also, as beads of sweat trailed down the side of her face. "Tell me about it."They watched as the women from the Pilates class divided into their usual little groups, chatting away with the fake smiles plastered on their faces. "But why did you come back from Fest already? The Fest isn't over until tomorrow morning." Diane asked, focusing her attention on Lea, who looked like she was going to pass out at any moment. Lea shut her eyes for a moment and lay on the floor, taking calculated deep breaths. "I was... I was bored out of my mind after you left."Diane laughed. "What happened to your fans? And all the pictures you spammed online?" "Those are just for show." She replied, clicking her tongue. Diane shook her head. "I can never understand you."There was silence between them as Diane's eyes wandered towards the other women at a distance. On
Diane spun around in her chair twice before stopping to look at Ryan. "The official statement for the media is ready now. But the activists haven't stopped camping outside in front of the building.""Yeah, I can hear their protest loud and clear, Ryan. Tell me something that actually matters which I don't know yet." She sighed tiredly, bringing her mug to her mouth and taking a sip. "Have you looked into Estelle's current sponsors? Both for her NGOs and my late father's company?" "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan answered. "They're five in total. And they're not particularly wealthy companies, but they're valuable enough to be acquired. We can absorb them into Deveraux, restructure them to meet our standards and sell them off later."Diane placed a finger on her upper lip and nodded, "Then let's start purchasing them. With each one we purchase, we will terminate their sponsorship agreements with her. When we're done, she'd be crawling in here, begging for forgiveness.""Do.. do you think it would w
Diane's ringtone broke through the quiet morning, waking her up. She blinked her eyes open, groaning as the light rushed into them. She felt Nathan's body still curled up against hers and felt his soft breaths fanning her neck as he snored quietly. The ringing continued, and she lazily reached for the phone on the nightstand, tapped on the screen before bringing it to her ear. "What's the matter, Ryan?" "Sorry to call so early in the morning." Ryan apologised from the other side. "But it's about the investors for the Blue Haven project. They're pulling out." Diane's eyes flew open, and she sat upright, pulling the sheets over her chest as Nathan groaned, turning sideways away from her. "What? Why?" She asked. "What happened?" "It's about a scandal. The environmental activists got an anonymous tip that Deveraux was removing fifteen acres of Mangrove habitat on the island for the Blue Haven project."Diane frowned. "That was the old plan. We revised it to protect the ecosystem and
Michael slammed the door hard enough that it echoed throughout the quiet, dimly lit house, almost like a gunshot. He made his way downstairs, taking long strides as he headed back to the kitchen. Blood from his cut welled up in his hand, and it began to drop as he walked, leaving dotted dark trails behind him. While he held no care in the world about it. He got to the fridge and opened it, grabbing the whiskey bottle by the neck with his injured hand, staining it with the blood. He didn't bother with a glass cup this time and instead just put the bottle to his mouth and drank directly from it, allowing the scorch to burn through his throat harshly. But that didn't help as much as he thought it would do. He could picture her as he shut his eyes. Her head thrown back at the edge of the pool, her open mouth moaning loudly like she was deliberating aiming it at him, pink panties floating on the surface of the pool, the water surging around her large beautiful breasts as Nathan fucked
"Sir, do we need to get the security guys ready to escort us to the bonfire?" Bernard asked. Michael sat at the kitchen island, going through the paperwork for the customised Colombian necklace, his eyes focused solely on the details. "No, I won't attend that. Have them remain in front of the building for the night.""Yes, sir.""The documents show everything is going according to plan." Michael nodded, impressed. "When is it set to arrive in Manhattan?" "In the next five days."He closed the paperwork and pushed the documents away from him, a little smile on his face. The money he had spent on everything about the necklace didn't matter if it earned the smile he hoped to see on Diane's face when she got the gift. To him, it was worth it, and he could only hope she loved it too. He took a deep breath and stood up. "You are free for the night. You can go to the bonfire or whatever if you wish.""Understood sir," Bernard replied. "Thank you, sir."Then he left. Michael went over to
The party was halfway through already. Guests were seated, the waiters doing a perfect job by making sure everyone had everything they needed at their tables. Diane shared a table with Ryan and there were two empty seats which were supposed to be occupied by John and Stella. But Stella had decided
Launch party IIDiane's eyes rested on the very woman whom she despised just as much as she despised Michael. Although Michael was still top of the list.Tiffany Lucks. The same woman who had beautiful blonde hair which Diane couldn't ever tell if she ever used extensions on them or if they were re
The night became beautifully lit just as Diane's car pulled over in front of the company's newly completed second headquarters. And it was going to be soon headed by her in just a few hours.Black luxury cars glided in front of the buildings as well while reporters surrounded the entrance taking pi
"I had totally forgotten about my coffee. Again," Diane sighed to her assistant as she grabbed the white coffee cup off the table reluctantly, making her way out of her office and to the shoot room. Her assistant fell a step behind her hurriedly following her out, a tab in her hand, scrolling away







