Chapter 15: I won’t let you down As she exited the building, her assistant Rophine followed closely, her shorter steps struggling to keep pace with Alissa’s long strides. Huffing slightly, Rophine called out, “I thought we were here so you could take over the company.” Alissa didn’t slow her pace. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, Rophine. I knew they wouldn’t accept me—I wouldn’t accept me if I were in their shoes. I need to prove myself to the board.” Rophine frowned, her curiosity getting the better of her. “I understand where you’re coming from, but… the Golden Hotel? Really?” The words slipped out before she could stop them. Alissa tossed a sharp gaze over her shoulder, making Rophine stammer, “I-I mean, you could have taken over the restaurant chains. They’re doing well. You’d only need to maintain them long-term and not—” “I get your point,” Alissa cut in, her tone firm. “But I need a challenge. I need to prove my worth.” “You don’t,” Rophine said gently.
Chapter 13: Insolent girl “His blood pressure must have shot straight to his brain,” one of the board members muttered in disbelief. “How could he send someone with no experience to handle this firm? Isn’t he scared you’ll burn it to ashes?” “Like you did with the Golden Palace Hotel, Uncle Dominic?” Alissa replied with a sly smirk. “You!” Dominic’s eyes blazed red with fury, his chest heaving as he puffed in anger. “We can’t let you take over without any experience, young lady,” another board member said calmly, adjusting the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. A warm, composed aura surrounded him. “Your grandfather may hold the majority of the shares, but we still have a say in this.” “Yes, Eric is righ
Chapter 12: Is this a joke? Alissa entered the study, wearing the same red gown from the previous day. Fabrice, her grandfather, looked up from his chair, his eyes narrowing with concern. "Alissa, you're still wearing yesterday's dress. Don't you have a vast wardrobe of nightgowns to choose from?" Fabrice asked, his tone firm but laced with worry. Alissa approached his desk, her gaze fixed on the computer screen, a hint of determination in her voice. "I'm sorry, Grandfather. I didn't sleep well. I've been going over the firm's financials, and I think I've found something disturbing." Fabrice's expression turned serious, his brow furrowing. "What is it, Alissa?" Her fingers flew across the keyboard, anxiety evident in her movements. "It appears that some of
Chapter 11: Dominic is a fool for underestimating you. "Good morning, Grandfather," Alissa greeted, placing a peck on the old man's cheek. His heart warmed with affection, and he replied sweetly, "Good morning, Colet. How was your night?" "It was nothing spectacular," Alissa answered back as she buttoned the jacket she had on. She was clad in a black pencil skirt and jacket, tailored-made to perfection. It gave off a professional aura, and her appearance changed from that of a simple housewife to a businesswoman. "Why are you so dressed up?" Rita, whom Alissa had purposely disregarded, hung on curiosity, so she asked. "I have a meeting with someone promising," Alissa replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "A new boyfriend?" Rita teased, a smile probing on her lips. "Hopefully not yours," Alissa shot back, a sly grin spreading across her face. "He has been throwing himself at me these days; I think you might be the rebound." Rita's face turned red
Chapter 10: he's not a baby The evening breeze blew across the city, twinkling stars littering the partly gloomy sky. It was dinner time for the Reynolds; the family gathered at the table, chatting away as they ate their food. The topic switched from the increasing prices of groceries to politics, then back to the Kincaid party. No one ever got over that one. Playing with her food with a fork, Cindy stirred the discussion to a different area: "Can you believe it? Alissa in the arms of another man. Hahaha! I never thought she would be so sly." Upon hearing this, Shane's hands stopped midway; he had picked up pig skins to add to Cindy's plate. The mention of Alissa left a bitter taste in his mouth; instead of serving Cindy, he shoveled the food into his mouth, trying to aggressively chew his feelings away.
Chapter 9: What if you lose? "Do you agree, Rita? Are you willing to risk your position for your beliefs?" Fabrice inquired, his eyes squinting. Stunned , Rita blinked severally at his words. The words replayed in her head for sometime. It was an opportunity she could not let it slip out of her hand. She inquired, "But what if I was right? What will I get in return? Or would I get to keep my position? That doesn't seem exciting." The smile on the old man's face grew wider with interest. His little granddaughter was more mischievous than he had earlier thought. He needed to make the deal more interesting. "Will you make me the CEO if she fails?" Rita asked, her heart racing beyond control. It was daring to ask, but she never knew herself as a coward. Maybe it was time she stepped up her game. The old man could not help but smile at her confidence. He had reflected the same confidence in Alissa. It made him impressed, he asked "You are quite ambitious, aren't