เข้าสู่ระบบ"This is your schedule for the next month, Sierra!"
She turned to the woman who threw an iPad in front of her. Her one free hand reached out for the device that contained her work schedule for the next month. Her green eyes widened as soon as she looked at how packed the schedule she would be working on for the next month was. “What? Are you insane? You've got to be kidding me. You made a schedule like this, you really want to kill me, don't you, Rose?!” The woman who was named Rosalie gave a harsh sigh and even clicked her tongue when she caught sight of the pissed off look on her face that Sierra was showing. Rosalie knew perfectly well that Sierra would surely lash out at the new schedule she had received today. "You know, it was not me who made it but it was the boss himself. Yesterday he asked me for your Show schedule, girl. So like it or not I was forced to give your schedule to him, sorry girl." Hearing something like that made Sierra suck in a deep breath of as much air as needed to fill her lungs and hold her emotions as calmly as she could. The arrogant man seemed to really want to kill her slowly by giving her a very tight variety show schedule like this. Even in that one month Sierra was only given a day off... no not a day off, more like a break that she only got for three days. Normally Sierra could get about a week to ten days of free time in a month. But what the hell was this? "Ace! That sneaky bastard! I really want to kill him!" She cursed the man who was her husband on her paper with clenched fists and growled. While on the other side, Rosalie panicked as she looked at Sierra getting up from her seat, with the hair roll still hanging on her head. Sierra could not take it anymore at this moment, she wanted to cuss out her big boss who was none other than her own husband. This early in the morning Ace had been ignoring her and now at the office, he was again getting on her nerves by giving her an absurd work schedule. Despite their marriage only being on paper, at least to greet each other in the morning is not a sin, right? "Sierra, where are you going?" Rosalie instantly rushed after Sierra who had entered the private elevator that led to the CEO's office. As for Rosalie, she was getting pissed off that she failed to catch up with that fierce and perfectionist woman like Sierra. She could only pray that Mr. Valentino would not punish her later. Since she was complaining about the schedule he had made for himself. "May the Lord always protect you, Sierra, amen." With that, she flipped her body away from the elevator area and went back to the room where she had given Sierra the super-packed schedule. As for Sierra, the woman looked pretty pissed off at the moment. Even the people who greeted her as she passed by only responded with a tightly forced smile. Her steps came to a halt as soon as she was in front of the entrance that read "CEO VALENTINO ENTERPRISE." She took a deep breath and stepped in, not even bothering about her current appearance which was far from being perfect. Without knocking on the door first, Sierra barged straight into the room. When she walked in, the first sight she was greeted with was Lance adjusting Ace's tie. What a scene, isn't it? Had Lance been a woman, she would have yanked him and dragged him out of the room. Despite the fact that her marriage to Ace had no love in it, Sierra would never want her pride to be trampled on by a bitch who craved the caress of a man's manhood. "What do you mean by giving me this insane schedule, Ace? Do you want to kill me in pieces so you can become a widower as soon as possible? Have you lost your pretty brain to give me such a crappy work schedule?!" She babbled without a break, letting out all her frustration at this arrogant man in front of her. Ace remained silent, he even gave Lance a hint to get out of the room as he paid no heed to the furious rantings Sierra was throwing at him. Sierra let out a heavy sigh when she saw her boss who also happens to be her husband staring at her nonchalantly without answering any of the blunt remarks she made earlier. "Are you deaf Mr. Valentino? You didn't hear what I said earlier, why are you so quiet? It seems like you have become mute all of a sudden!" Both of his gray eyes glinted in annoyance at Sierra. The tall and muscular man made his way closer to his wife. Ace even seemed to be observing her current appearance. The woman in front of him still looked messy, even her hair roll was still hanging on her head. "Is this how a proud model of Valentino Enterprise looks? How truly disappointing. At least if you want to meet me, clean up your appearance first." Instead of answering her question, he commented on her appearance. What a cruel and arrogant man. Her temper was already at its peak, her blood boiling, and she wanted to throw the iPad she was currently holding at his handsome face. But too bad, Sierra still cared too much about her career to go to jail just for mistreating her own boss. "I am not here to ask you to comment on my current appearance. I'm here to ask you for an explanation from you, dear Mr. Valentino. Why are you giving me such a crappy schedule? Where on earth is your brain, huh?!" Ace merely lifted one eyebrow at the harsh curse that slipped out of her mouth. The man slowly leaned his back casually against the back of his oversized chair. "To keep you busy," he replied dryly. "Huh?" "I give you a tight schedule to keep you busy which means we are not seeing each other all the time. So you can stay out of my business and I stay out of yours." Her mouth dropped open at the reason given by him. To stay out of each other's business he said. Did she have time to meddle in the man's business? Never, even when he came home drunk two days ago, she didn't care, in fact she brushed him off and didn't ask him why or where he came from. It was all because she was self-aware of who she was. Even Ace dared to only give her two days off after marrying that arrogant and cocky man. "I wonder when did I ever bother to butt into your business, huh? Hell, even when you were hitting on that dickhead assistant guy of yours, I didn't ask much of you. Because what? Because I didn't care at all. Come on, Mr. Valentino, wake up, hey! Snap out of your brain!" She snapped her fingers in front of her own face, as if she was waking up Ace who was lost in another realm.“Now I don't give a damn about it, the only thing that matters is getting my schedule back to the way it was. If not, I will not hesitate to do things that will make you and this company regret it,” Sierra threatened him.
Then, stomping her feet in frustration, she walked out of the stuffy room that she could have blacked out in if she had stayed in it for too long.“Damn it, you wild kitten!”
Ace furiously cursed at her. How could that woman order him around, when no one had dared to speak against his every decision until now? Yet it turned out that the woman he had only been married to for a few days dared to challenge him. She even told him to change what he had made for her.
His pair of gray eyes drifted towards the entrance where Lance, the man who had just walked into his room, was. The man who had been his personal assistant as well as his right-hand man for almost five years.
“Are you okay, boss? It looks like your wife came out of here with a bad mood. Did you two have a fight? It looks like you're not feeling well either.”
Ace, who had been quiet, now began to lift the corners of his lips slightly. He straightened his body and motioned for Lance to come closer to him.
“Come here!”
Lance timidly walked over, shortened his distance with Ace, and plopped himself down on the side of Ace's seat who was staring at him with a gaze that seemed off and intense. Little did they know that their interaction was being watched by Sierra who had accidentally spotted it. She frowned, seeing Lance shyly stepping closer to her husband.
“What is really going on between them? Or is it possible that the two of them...” Not wanting to keep up with her own words, Sierra chose to open the door rudely. “What in the world are you both doing, huh?”
Ace loosened the tie that was wrapped around his neck and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. He then unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt as he felt the air in the room was quite suffocating. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the lit laptop screen, which displayed rows of data and CCTV footage that had yet to reveal any clues.Until now, he had found no trace of Sierra. Even after spying on Lucas, he had found nothing suspicious or anything that would lead him to what he needed. All of Lucas's movements seemed completely clean, as if he knew he was being watched.“Looks like Lucas is sneaky enough to hide my woman!” Ace muttered under his breath. He heaved a rough sigh, trying to shake off the frustration that was burning in his chest. He forced himself to keep his emotions in check, clenching his fists until the veins in his arms stood out. Despite someone knocking on his office door, his sharp eyes remained glued to the screen, completely ignoring the disturbance.
Lance and Cindy hurriedly gathered their clothes scattered across the marble floor. After spending over an hour making love on the bed, he decided it was time to end it. Especially when he saw Cindy, who was now lying helplessly beneath him, putting her clothes back on with fingers that were still slightly trembling.“I'll make you something to eat,” said Cindy as she smoothed her messy hair. She stepped closer to Lance and kissed him hard on the lips before leaving the room, leaving behind the scent of perfume mixed with sweat.However, when she opened the door, her body froze. Her breath caught in her throat. There, she found someone sitting calmly on the couch, a cigarette in his hand. Gray ash smoke swirled slowly in the dimly lit living room.Before she could make a sound, Lance took over. He emerged from the doorway of the room, buttoning his black shirt, raising his eyebrows as he saw Lucas in his apartment.“You're here?” Lance asked coldly.Lance cursed under his breath. He h
The flash of the camera's light barely affected the female model, who was taking up a sexy pose in front of it. Inside the studio, the photo shoot was intense. The black silk backdrop curtains reflected the constant flashes, as the photographer from the Valentino Enterprises modeling agency skillfully directed every movement. The photographer had already taken many pictures that day, hundreds of frames captured on a digital memory card.In the dimly lit monitoring room, separated from the studio by soundproof glass, Ace watched the models under his company's wing on a large monitor screen. The smell of cold, bitter coffee filled the air. His arms were crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed intently on the screen in front of him, observing every pose struck by the new model named Cindy.The door creaked softly, and Lance entered with a confident smile, taking a seat next to him.“How is it? Are you satisfied with the results of my training?” Lance asked, smirking slightly, leaning forw
Empty bottles of alcohol were scattered across the marble floor. The pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the cold night air enveloped the spacious room in a sense of loneliness and chaos. The man who should have been responsible for all of this was standing on the balcony, his gaze vacant, holding a glass filled with a crimson liquid that was undoubtedly not juice but expensive vintage vodka. The city lights twinkled from far below, but none of them caught his attention."You're too clever at hiding, little one. I haven't even been close to finding you until now. Oh dear, this little naughty kitten of mine is getting smarter at hiding from me, isn't she?"A faint, bitter smile was etched on his lips, more like the sneer of a loser. He took another sip of his vodka, downing it in one gulp until it was gone. His eyes were bloodshot, and his senses were on the verge of collapse. He threw the glass off the balcony, not caring if there were people or other creatures below. A faint sound of
She curled her lips as she watched several little girls practicing ballet. Sierra applauded when they performed a beautiful ballet dance. Their footwork was still simple, but the precision and sincerity in each arm movement warmed her heart. “Very good. Remember, keep your back straight, and your shoulders relaxed,” she said gently but sternly.For almost two months now, she has been working at a boarding school for girls as a ballet teacher. Having some experience under her belt, she took the plunge and shared her knowledge. In fact, she didn't just teach ballet; she also mentored senior students who were taking modeling classes as an extracurricular activity. She was an expert in this field. There was no doubt about that. Even some of the teachers were surprised when they saw her apply to be a teacher at the boarding school.“Miss Carlson, are we going to practice until noon today?”A little girl with ocean-blue eyes looked at Sierra with an innocent face. The ballerina outfit tha
Twisting his pen around repeatedly, Ace stared straight ahead blankly, letting Rosalie talk about the project they would be working on next month.However, it seemed that this did not help him stay focused. He looked completely lost in thought, seemingly uninterested in the discussion.“My team is merely awaiting for Mr. Valentino’s approval. Also, we probably won’t be using any other models. Just Claire and Emily. My apologies to Miss Cindy this time, the production team can’t take you,” said Rosalie. She broadened her smile as the corner of her eye glanced at Cindy, who looked displeased with the outcome of the discussion.Cindy straightened her back, her jaw tightening. “I thought that—”“The decision is final,” Rosalie cut her off abruptly, leaving no room for debate.Cindy had expected the production team would take her on as the model who was supposed to be the next star model from Valentino Enterprise. She had already gotten a big head because the company’s brightest supermodel







