MasukKate met with the Head of Acquisition, a meeting that turned into an interview. She passed with flying colors, but there were other qualified people looking for the same job. She used her fabricated alias’s reputation to meet with Michael’s competitors, and she managed to position herself as the only consultant capable of navigating the complex merger Michael was struggling to complete.
She got into her apartment at night. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror of her washroom. She was amazed by how far she had come, but she knew it was just the beginning of what was to come, and she needed to stay focused. She secured a one-on-one with Michael via Mr. Ryan, the Head of Acquisitions.
Two days later, she was ushered into the executive boardroom by the nervous and sweating, Mr. Ryan. The room was expansive with a table in the middle that stretched across the length of the room. She sat in a leather chair, waiting to meet Michael.
Michael Curry stepped into the room, his entrance commanding attention. He wore an all-white suit, shades, and one of the most expensive watches in the world. He nodded to Mr. Ryan, a sign that meant to leave us alone.
“Ms. Vance, welcome,” Michael said with a commanding voice as he extended his hand across the table.
Kate locked eyes with him. She met his palm with hers. What was supposed to be a brief handshake, turned into a brief moment of uneasiness for Kate. The contact sent a jolt of electric energy up her arm. She was lost in thought, but gained composure, and pulled her hand back immediately.
Back to business. “Mr. Curry, I understand you've reached a standstill in the Hernandez company acquisition. My firm specializes in areas like this,” Jane started.
Michael stood up, and walked towards the glass wall, his back facing Jane. “Your proposal has been read to me. Your firm is unfamiliar but my research told me your success is overwhelming. I don't hire without full evidence. Tell me why I should trust you with a nine-figure deal in one sentence.” He turned, took a seat, and fixed his gaze on her as he waited for an answer.
It wasn't just a challenge, it was a test of her competence and nerve. Kate met his gaze without flinching. “Because you're looking at everything from the wrong lens. The Hernandez CEO is not interested in the price, it's his legacy he is concerned about. What you need to do is to offer him a seat on your board, not a higher payout.”
Michael’s jaw dropped. He unfolded his arms, and he stared at Kate with genuine surprise. “Your assumption is impressive but it might end up costing me.”
“Well, this is not an assumption, it's an analysis,” Kate corrected. “I've gone through his history of transactions. He sold his last company for a fraction of its worth just to retain a seat on the board and control the foundation. He is a man who values power and prestige over mere money. Your current offer insults his ego. My solution inflates it."
Michael continued to stare at her in a long tense moment. Jane felt an unsettling thrill within her. She knew the stakes of the dangerous game she was playing, but it gave her excitement.
After a long moment of silence, Michael’s lips curved into a smile. He could sense determination and perhaps danger, but he didn't care. “You're hired, Ms. Vance. On a provisional basis. I'll give you ten days to secure the Hernandez deal using your ‘theory.’ Failure to secure the deal will result in you considering yourself unhired. Win the deal, then we would be talking about a permanent position.”
The meeting that was supposed to end in minutes, continued for an hour with Kate explaining the complex nature of the deal with sure precision. She studied Michael as she went on with her analysis. She could sense loneliness in the ruthless businessman. She could sense that Michael wasn't just a simple monster, but a complex one, and that made him a dangerous target.
The meeting ended with both parties satisfied. As Jane packed her briefcase, Michael stepped closer—a few steps away from her.
“I should sack Ryan,” Michael stated. “He would have spent several weeks coming up with a strategy, and the sad part is that it would be the wrong strategy.”
“He might not be as intelligent as you'd have liked but his loyalty is unwavering. You can't buy that anywhere.”
“True, but I prefer competence to loyalty,” Michael countered as he walked back towards the glass wall. He watched the busy streets from above like a hawk waiting to pounce on prey. “It's weird, but I have a strong feeling about you. You see things others don't. You're motivated.”
“My motivation stems from the fact that you…” Kate lost herself for a moment. She almost gave herself out. “It's my job,” she said finally as she shut her briefcase.
Michael turned from the wall, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to discuss a few strategies with you at a private dinner reservation tonight. Be there at nine. We can finalize the strategy.”
Kate didn't want to attend. She wanted revenge, but it was moving too fast than she had anticipated, and she also saw it as the first step toward the seduction phase. She tried to play smart. “I have a meeting with a client at the same time, Mr. Curry, I'm sorry,” the lie slid out of her mouth.
Michael gave her a charming smile, the one that melts the hearts of uninterested people. The smile sent a shiver down her spine. “I'm sorry, but you have to cancel your appointment, mine is more important. Consider it a test of your dedication. Nine o'clock. The National Theatre."
He walked toward her till he stood two steps from her. He brushed his fingers against the side of her head. The touch was brief, but electric and intimate.
“I'll reserve a seat for you,” he said with a seductive voice.
He stared at her again, but this time, he looked straight into her eyes. For a second, he felt he had seen a ghost. The eyes looked familiar, but he brushed it off. He then gave out a genuine smile and stepped away. He turned back, hoping to catch Kate staring at him while he walked away. His guess was right, Kate’s eyes met his. He turned forward and disappeared behind the door.
Kate breathed a sigh of relief. She kept her eyes unchanged since it was the only thing that reminded her of her parents. The fact that Michael had invited her meant her plan was still in motion even though it was moving at a pace faster than she had anticipated.
Kate returned to the penthouse the next morning in the hope of finding the box that was in the photograph. She felt it could be the key to her revenge. She stepped into the building under the guise of misplacing her purse which needed to be found.Michael was in the hall, watching TV. He hadn't had a good sleep after Kate left. “I'm sorry about how I reacted last night,” Kate started. “I let the pressure of the deal you asked me to secure get to me. Business should not be mixed with…anything else.”Michael stepped forward, “I don't think you ran because of pressure. You had something else in mind—something that was bothering you.”Kate’s eyes met his, her heart pounded fast, “I just think we should focus on the impending deal you've tasked me with. Now, here’s another angle I'm looking at…”She launched into a detailed discussion of the merger, forcing him to engage with her on a purely intellectual level. While he was distracted, she scanned the room. The photo she saw yesterday was
After Kate got home, she received a text. “Any update on the mission? How far have we gotten? I hope you're staying the course? Don't let the past show,” Kate read the message out loud. Then she replied, “Everything is going according to plan. He won't know what hit him.” She dropped the phone, undressed herself, and stood in front of her mirror admiring her curvaceous body. She was proud of how far she had come. Then, she stepped into the shower, took her bath, and walked straight to bed. She stared at the ceiling and began to strategize how her evening with Michael would be. Kate stood before her dressing mirror, staring at her attire—a dress laced with pure diamonds. She was a vision of unapproachable elegance, a woman who commanded attention.The National Theatre reeked of money and power. Michael waited for her at a special table that was designed to exhibit professionalism and intimacy. He stepped forward when he saw her and guided her to the table. His stare was unapologetic
Kate met with the Head of Acquisition, a meeting that turned into an interview. She passed with flying colors, but there were other qualified people looking for the same job. She used her fabricated alias’s reputation to meet with Michael’s competitors, and she managed to position herself as the only consultant capable of navigating the complex merger Michael was struggling to complete.She got into her apartment at night. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror of her washroom. She was amazed by how far she had come, but she knew it was just the beginning of what was to come, and she needed to stay focused. She secured a one-on-one with Michael via Mr. Ryan, the Head of Acquisitions. Two days later, she was ushered into the executive boardroom by the nervous and sweating, Mr. Ryan. The room was expansive with a table in the middle that stretched across the length of the room. She sat in a leather chair, waiting to meet Michael. Michael Curry stepped into the room, his entra
Jane hailed a taxi and demanded to be sent to a hotel. As she stepped down in front of the hotel, a pickpocket snatched her purse and bolted with it. She was lucky to have paid the cab driver already. She was left with no strength to chase and no money to survive on. She sat down and began to cry her eyes out. “What's wrong young lady?” a man asked. “I just got robbed,” Jane answered. “My name is Phil Anderson,” he stretched for a handshake. “I'm Jane… Jane Blackwood,” her hand met his. Phil rented a room for Jane in the five-star hotel just close to his room. He paid for everything that involved Jane. They went out for lunch a few days later. Then Jane asked, “You've been extremely helpful, who are you, really?” Phil’s broad shoulders stiffened, his jawline hardened but his face remained as handsome as always.“I'm not supposed to tell you this, but… I'm a secret agent here on a mission in Paris.” Jane laughed so hard in disbelief, but Phil’s face remained serious. She then realize
The door of the Blackhood study cracks open from the force of a boot. The silence in the house shifted. Jane Blackwood could only watch as the scene unfolded. Two police officers surged into the room. They pinned her father, Luke Blackhood against his massive oak desk."Luke Blackwood, you are under arrest for corporate fraud and embezzlement," one officer said. The words sounded unreal to Jane. Her father couldn't hurt a fly, let alone steal money. Luke’s expensive suit crumbled under the grasp of the officers. His eyes were filled with bewilderment. “This is a mistake! I have done nothing wrong! Jane, call the lawyer, now!” he pleaded. Another figure enters the room before Jane can move, his shadow stretching long and menacing across the polished floor. It was Michael Curry, her father’s best friend, his business partner, the man who shared countless holiday dinners at their table. Michael was a man with the physique of a bodybuilder, dark hair, and beautiful eyes that could hypno







