Miriam's POV
The loud sound of my alarm was the first thing that woke me up.
It was a new day and my newly wed husband was not back.
I grabbed my phone to check if he sent me any text but there was nothing.
“Maybe he worked overnight.” I muttered, slowly getting up from the bed.
Every single part of my body was aching badly, clearly the whole shopping experience was now taking a toll on my body.
I wanted nothing more than to stay on the bed all day, but the plan went out the window the moment I heard a buzz from my phone.
It was a text from Sara congratulating me as she also sends me my appointment letter, asking me to get ready.
What the hell?
“Get ready, sleepy head, you can't be late on your first day. You colleagues are going to hate you.” She texted and I could almost imagine the goofy ass smile on her face as she was typing the message.
I groaned in frustration, rubbing my face in my palm.
This can't be real, I thought I could finally stop pretending and get some few months of rest. I am basically still on my honeymoon right?
“You are the worst.” I texted back.
“Uhmmm… you should be thanking me, you asked for a job I delivered.”
“ Okay fine thank you.”
Although I was thankful with how swift she was with her response, I was really looking forward to a lazy day.
A lot of things have been going on in my life.
First my fiancé cheated on me with my own sister, my family pushed me to marry another man that I barely know and now I am practically staying with him.
It was just a lot but maybe working at my own company would help release all the tension.
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“Gosh I am going to be late.” I muttered under my breath, rushing to the bus stop to catch a bus.
I really should get a car, I was supposed to buy one but because I did not want to hurt William's feelings, I deprived myself of a lot of things.
I never bought a car because he drove a run down jeep and would definitely have gotten angry if I had spent so much money on myself.
Gosh I hate my past self.
I wonder why I was so blind to see how selfishly he treated me. I was just a money box for him.
“Late on your first day of work?” Sara greeted me at the entrance with a mocking smile.
“I wonder who I should blame for that.” I cursed, glaring at her.
“Well I will introduce you to your supervisor who is going to be in charge of mentoring you on how everything works around here although I still find it crazy that the owner of the company wants to work as a mere designer.”
“Have you ever heard the phrase start from scratch? That's what I'm trying to do.” I responded, but she only shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, well I also want to tell you that your ex fiancé also resumed work yesterday. I was going to tell you but it slipped my mind.” She announced nonchalantly like she just told me the sky was blue.
“Slipped your mind? Are you kidding me?” I asked, my voice slightly an octave higher.
The buzzing sound of the lobby immediately went quiet and everyone turned to look at us.
“Well designer Harper yelling at your CEO on the first day of work is not going to help you get along with your colleagues.” She said with a mocking smirk on her face.
“I am definitely going to get you for this.” I muttered hurrying toward the elevator.
I have been here before, repeatedly even, but I always wore a mask and covered my face. It was my first time walking freely in my own company and the feeling was fulfilling.
I still can't believe I built such an amazing business for myself.
“This is Mrs Jones, she is the deputy director of the design department and your mentor.” Sara introduced me to a middle aged but very beautiful woman who had one of the prettiest smiles I had ever seen.
“Mrs Harper welcome to la amore designing team.” She greeted me with a warm and polite smile.
“Nice to meet you Mrs Jones.”
“Okay, I believe you all can get along. I will get going.” Sara gave me one last pat on my shoulder before walking away.
“Come on, let me show you your work space and introduce you to your colleagues.” Mrs Jones said.
With a deep sigh and a polite smile on my cheeks I followed her, ready for this new chapter.
“Everyone, I want you to meet Miriam, she will be joining the team. So take care of her and be nice.” Mrs Jones introduced me to a room filled with over twenty people I guess.
“Good day everyone, my name is Miriam.” I greeted, flashing a smile to everyone.
The room was quiet for a while, making the office atmosphere awkward.
“A welcome would be nice.” Mrs Jones chimed in and immediately the tense atmosphere became more jovial with people capping and walking over to congratulate me.
“This is your office space. You can decorate it however you want and this is Clara, you can ask her anything she is currently one of our best designers here.”
She introduced me to a slender looking lady who had pink hair. She looked cute and bubbly with a huge glass sitting between her nose.
“Welcome to the team.”
And like that my first day at the office began.
“I wonder who she is?” Someone who spoke behind me.
“Maybe she is one of the board members' daughters or… mistress.” another chimed in laughing.
I could not figure out who they were talking about.
“She just walked in here and took Monnet’s position when she had no qualifications whatsoever. At first I thought she might be a well known designer but she basically has no qualifications. I wonder how she got this job.”
“I am telling you she is a mistress, it's only a matter of time before someone exposes her. You remember that intern who turned out to be Mr Briggs' mistress and how big the scene was I am betting the scene this time around would be more cinematic.” They gossiped and laughed among themselves.
“ What's her name again?” One asked.
“Mir..Mariam… oh Miriam.”
They were talking about me. That's crazy. I was their boss and had the power to fire their asses and they dare call me a mistress.
I wonder how such brats are working in my company, I need to have a serious talk with Sara on how my employees are being vetted.
It was almost lunch time and I was already famished and exhausted. Working in an office setting was definitely not as easy as I thought it would be and still I haven't gotten any message from Lazar.
Did something happen to him?
“Okay everyone I have someone I want you all to meet. This is the new director of the Brown rover project.” Mrs Jones walked in with someone who looked way too familiar for my liking.
It was none other than my ex fiancé, William.
He had a smug expression on his face as he greeted everyone. One would think he was a charming man based on how he was acting.
All the girls beside me were practically swooning, but I knew the real him.
He was a monster, one I could not wait to get my revenge on.
As soon as his gaze met mine the smug expression on his face immediately turned to confusion.
“Well nice to see you fucker.”
Lazar's POV I stared at the screen longer than I should have, my grip tightening around the phone while my brain was working ten times more than usual as I tried to think of who could be behind this?Who could be so bold as to threaten me?The picture of Miriam standing at the front of the same office building I dropped her off this morning, looking carefree with a big smile on her face. The kind of smile that softens everything inside me, the kind of smile I selfishly want only for myself.But what bothered me the most was knowing that someone was following her and possibly stalking her and I had no idea. This person could be close to Miriam, someone she knew and someone bold enough and connected to be able to get my number and send it to me with just one one word attached: beautiful.It was clear this stranger was mocking me and I was furious.It was taking every single ounce of patience in me not to explode.But beside the anger I felt a strange feeling blooming in my chest…..fe
Miriam's POV I was still shaken when I stepped into the office. My father’s words echoed in my mind like a mantra.The fact that I wanted his words to be true. I truly forgot a second thought he meant those words. For a second I wished he cared enough about me but like always. I was just a pawn on his sick game.I was down being played.I pulled out my chair at my desk, trying to appear composed while flashing smiles to my coworkers as they greeted me.My fingers brushed the stack of files waiting for me to attend to them, as I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves and keep my composure.“Miriam, are you okay? You look… pale.” Clara asked as she walked over, her brows knitting with concern. I forced a smile, one I hoped didn’t look as brittle as it felt. “I am fine, Clara.” She tilts her head, unconvinced, sometimes I wonder why she chose to be a designer, she should have been an investigator or detective. She was very observant and good at reading people's emotions and I ser
Lazar's POVI was in a good mood. It was a rare occurrence but with the way my relationship with Miriam was growing along with how good business was this days I could say I deserved to be in a good mood.It was a good morning as well, I could still remember the soft feeling Miriam's lips on mine. My lips tingle every time I think about it.Plus my new weapons shipment arrived without a single hiccup, and the files in front of me were clean, the numbers adding up, signatures were in order, everything felt so perfect so perfect it was almost like there was a storm brewing in the distance.But given this kind of job, a storm is blind to come sooner or later. So I guess I can just reel in this peaceful moment and enjoy it while it lasts.Rodsov walks into my office with his signature three best knocks to announce his presence.He had a knowing smirk on his face. I was sure he had noticed I was not about to curse him out for disturbing me as he walked to my bar.“You are smiling, Lazar. Ca
Miriam's POV I was frozen in place I could not move, nor could I will myself to move.My heart sank to my stomach as I stared at the figure standing a few feet away from me.“Do you know him?” Clara asked, snapping me out of my daze.I had been so engrossed at the fact that my father was here, if I could even address him as such given everything he had done to me, I forgot that Clara was with me.I was speechless. The answer to her question should have been direct but I could not bring myself to reply.My throat suddenly felt dry. How do I even answer that? Oh yeah, that’s the man who made my childhood a living nightmare. Want to meet him? Not exactly the type of introduction one would expect and to be honest I did not want anyone to know about our connection.Ever since the wedding day, I haven't seen or heard from him and from that day I had made up my mind to cut him off.I wonder what he was doing here? What does he want this time around?“Clara, can you go in first? Cover for me
Miriam’s POVThe warm buttery smell of something sweet filled my nose as soon as I opened my eyes, while the sharp sound of my alarm burst through the air.I reluctantly stood up from the bed, while the sweet unfamiliar scent filled the room. Like someone had assembled the entire kitchen of a five-star hotel and placed it under my nose. For a second, I honestly thought I was still dreaming.I looked around, but noticed nothing was amiss. I made my way outside the room and the sweet, addictive smell became more prominent.But the view of the dining table was more shocking.An array of eggs, toast, fruits and even pancakes were stacked so neatly on the table like it was a soft commercial. The bright sunlight from the balcony filled the room.I could not help but notice that there was a small vase with a flower sticking out in the middle, elevating the ambiance of the room. “Good morning, malysh.” A deep, calm, familiar voice captured my attention.I turned and there he was.Lazar was
Janet’s POVAll I felt was anger brewing in my chest. It sat like a stone heavy and hot in my chest while being impossible to ignore.I was both furious and confused and I could only blame one person for that.Miriam.The thought of her made my body itch uncomfortably.How did she get into La Amore? How did that good for nothing useless thing manage to get a job in a place like that? A place that bends over backwards to keep out people who aren’t polished, serious, and smart? Of course there is only one explanation. It was simple and I know it was true.She slept her way in.I knew a day would come when she would not be able to keep up her good girl act anymore and now she has proven me right.Even with all my qualifications I could not get a job there, instead all I do is work as a sales manager at a run down mall.Gosh I hate the job and yes I was jealous. I also want a job at la amore.“She definitely slept with someone.” I muttered under my breath while I paced the room feeling re