Chapter 25

Kieran POV

We couldn’t finish all of it, so we left it for the guards to take it back home for their use. crystal wore a suspicious look on her face, still thinking about what happened inside the cafe.

“You think so much about the past. Don’t hold that in your mind because it has no value; you’d be carrying a burden that’s not meant for you.” I advised her before ushering her into the back of the truck.

“I felt so nervous watching you speak to another lady, and I hate that feeling.” She confessed before turning her eyes back to her phone.

I thought about Lyra’s friend and the review she asked me to make to support her book and make it a good read for everyone. She wants the media to promote her work, and I have no choice because I’d have to keep my word.

We arrived at the office, and she was standing there, looking frustrated.

“I thought we had a deal.”

“Come with us, Olivia. There’s no reason to cause a fuss because it’s not worth it; you want a review? Then follow us.” Lyra spoke to her calmly, holding her hand.

She convinced her to come with us into the elevator, which she did.

“Coming in here this early…”

“It’s been more than a day since I asked you to leave a review on my book. He gave me his word, and you were asleep, friend.”

“He’s going to do that; just be calm and patient. There’s nothing that he wouldn’t do for me; it’s just a review and nothing more.” She replied, holding the tablet in her hand and stealing glances at her friend.

Olivia kept her eyes glued to me; I didn’t utter a word in response to hers. I knew the book was at home, and letting her know that in the elevator would sound a bit off, so I had to wait until they were both inside my office.

“The book is at the house; I can do the review once I get home.” I took my seat while she was standing, even though there was a seat beside Lyra.

“You’re in luck because I carry two extra copies in my bag, so let me give that to you. Make a review video and send it to the press, and I’ll leave immediately.” She dropped her bag on my desk, not minding the papers on it.

She is lucky the papers are not relevant because if they were, I’d have sent her out of my office with immediate effect.

“You’re that desperate?” Lyra mocked her friend with that word, but she wasn’t moved. She was focused on getting what she wanted.

“Yes, for a man like Kieran, he’s like the magnet of the internet. If he drops that video, my sales are going to double in seconds, and trust me, it’s a good read because it took me six months to craft this piece.” Olivia called me the magnet of the internet because everyone loves my success story, and having a beautiful lady beside me is also an added advantage.

“Your time frame doesn’t justify the work itself. You’ll have the audience you need, but I hope the book is worth the hype, or else you’d never create another book if this one goes bad.” Lyra sounded a clear warning, warning her about the consequences she’d face if her book isn’t as good as she claims it to be.

“He has the best PR I need, so kindly make the video, please.” She uttered before shoving the other copy into her bag.

“Lights that don’t flicker.” I read out the title of the book, groaning inside of me, considering that I’ve never been a fan of novels. I only read business contracts, manifestos, and newspapers when I’m bored, but most times it’s business contracts and documents belonging to a property I was buying.

“This is a good read, trust me on this. You wouldn’t regret making this video.”

“I hope so,” I replied and made the video, encouraging everyone to read her book.

I sent it to the media team and revealed the message I sent to them to her and Lyra.

“Run this as a public advertisement for three days.”

“This is more than enough; I’m grateful. If you have any friends who need a lady, I’m interested.”

“You have your eyes out for money; I hope that doesn’t put you in trouble.” Olivia didn’t reply, but she winked at me before leaving.

Lyra let out a sigh of relief the moment she heard the door shut behind her; she was out of our hair for good, and I felt pleased.

“She’s a desperate author.” She got to her feet and went to the far-left corner of the office to pick up a bottle of wine from the wine cellar.

“Everyone is desperate to become rich; no one loves being poor. The poor who don’t complain have grown to accept the fact that nothing can be done to change their lives.” I conceded to her words, keeping my fingers crossed.

“If not for this contract, I’d be out too, like the poor, but this is going to…”

“Tell me what you think about the Calba stocks,” I asked immediately after getting a report in my email about it.

“You wouldn’t believe that I had already checked it out on our way here. We’re not investing now until after one month; the high rate of profit would be triple the initial amount we invest in one month.” Lyra wasn’t this smart before; still trying to figure out what changed her into this smart, pretty, well-endowed lady.

“So, when would be the ideal time to invest?” I was impressed by how she had it figured out before I even asked.

She always finds a way to keep me on my toes and make it look like I’m not working as well. She’s my personal assistant, so she has to be two steps ahead of me, keeping up to date and serving as a strong influence on my decisions.

“In three weeks, we invest about half a million, or if we’re willing to risk one million dollars, then so be it.” She was confident while filling my cup.

“Are you sure this is a good investment?”

“Certainty is clarity, boss,” she replied before bringing her glass closer to mine.

“A toast to the smartest young lady in the city.”

“And also to the most successful handsome man in the city.” She giggled before downing the entire contents of the cup.

Why is she doing that? Trying to get drunk this early.