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Gerald Pierre leaned back in his chair, one leg over the other, as he watched the office door close behind his mother and her new assistant. A smile spread across his face. Jillian Richards. So that was her name.He hadn't recognized her at first, not with her gaudy blazer and clean face. But the second their eyes met, it hit him like a shot of whiskey: her lips on his, her breathless laughter, and the sound of her moans in his ears as he rocked her world both literally and figuratively that night. What were the odds that he’d meet her here again?He spun his pen around his fingers, his grin widening.She had no idea who he was that night. He knew it the moment she walked into the bar with her friend, open-eyed and radiant in green. He'd watched her from across the room, and was instantly attracted to her. She had been a paradox of timid confidence—aware of the effect she had, but unaware of how to utilize it.And here she was now, walking into his family’s building as if fate had

Jillian stared at her reflection in the mirror of the little office restroom for the third time that day.Her blouse was primly buttoned, her pencil skirt hugged her hips professionally, not sensually, her makeup was subtle, yet elegant and her red hair was smoothed back into a chic low bun, with not a single strand out of place.She looked like she had it all together.But inside, she was shaken up. The things from the day before continued to eat at her. Gerald's words kept ringing in her mind, the burns of humiliation little more than smoldering now. And even though Ciara had managed to ease her worry a little, she was still bothered by it. By him. It was ridiculous how rapidly things had taken a turn. A night of excess, a stupid decision, really and now she was dodging the smirk of a man who had the power to ruin her.She shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts from her head, grabbed her bag, and headed out of the apartment.Work wasn't going to wait for her to get her head s

Work hours came to an end and Jillian went home as usual. She kept on recounting what happened to her that day as she stepped into the subway and boarded the train. She couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that her life was about to go downhill not like it wasn’t already but she knew this time it wasn’t the regular you’ll be fine, don’t worry kind of situation. It was a twenty-five minutes ride to her stop and she got down made her way out of the subway and got a taxi to take her home. She got into her small but cozy apartment and saw Ciara already making dinner. It was already 7:00 PM. Anyone could see the exhaustion all over Jillian’s face. Ciara came up to her friend and asked what the matter was, she just brushed it aside and immediately changed the topic. She urged Ciara to tell her how her day was and she tells her about this cute guy she met at a coffee shop. Jillian tried to be excited for her friend but yet you could still find the fear lingering behind her eyes. Ciara went ahead

A few hours had gone by, Jillian rounded up her work and headed for Dominic’s office. Dominic rarely emailed his staff directly and the few times he did, it was precise, urgent and never without reason. This time something was different, no signature, context or whatnot to indicate it was an official summon, just the message. She got up, adjusted her blouse, smoothened her trouser and did everything necessary to look as eye appealing as she could. A lot of thoughts crossed her mind as she made her way to the elevator. She took the elevator to the floor of Dominic’s office. She made her way across the hall being haunted by the stares of the paintings that followed her as she disturbed their peace with her presence, each of her steps echoed, her heart beat in rhythm with her heels-too loud, too fast. Then she noticed the strong contrast between Eloise’s office and his. The pathway to Eloise’s office was quite nice but this was different, it was graceful in every way humanly possible. Sh

JILLIAN’S POVJillian noticed the anger in Dominic’s eyes. She called out to him, “Mr. Pierre”? She noticed him try to adjust the expression on his face but said nothing. “It’s nothing”, he told her, it’s nothing. Jillian hesitated for a while, “If there’s nothing else Sir, I’ll-” She watched him nod as he told her she could leave still not meeting her gaze. The moment Jillian stepped out of the office, she wasn’t sure what she had done but that didn’t stop her from seeing the coldness in Dominic’s eyes, or sensing the shift in the air. She wasn’t aware what she had done, all she knew was that something had changed. One moment it was “You’re good at what you do”, the next moment it was a deafening silence, distance and this feeling of her no longer being wanted in his presence, like he needed her gone with immediate effects. Now as she walked back to her cubicle, the silence of the open floor seemed sharper. Each click of her heels echoed against glass walls that suddenly felt transpa