Mag-log inThe office was tense for a moment as Daniel straightened, bowing his head quickly before speaking. “Welcome back, sir. Mr. Malcolm requested a meeting with you, but your P.A. here is showing…” he paused, carefully weighing his words, “rude manners." She cannot deny that she may not know the position of Mr. Malcolm in this company, or his relationship with you. If she…”Jeffery cut him off with his gaze. “If he insists on seeing me, we shall address it in the board meeting tomorrow. Now, get out!”Daniel bowed and turned toward the door. Then Jeffery’s voice rang out again, sharper this time. “Wait.”Daniel turned back. “Yes, sir.”Jeffery continued, “This lady here is my woman, as you are all aware. I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting her.”The words hit Clara in the heart. She felt her cheeks burn as Daniel bowed again and muttered a quick apology before leaving. The click of the door closing left a quiet in the office that felt heavier than before.Clara’s chest rose and fell q
MONDAY MORNINGClara stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the collar of her shirt. Her mind was already moving ahead to the day waiting for her. It was the first day of the new week, and also the first day she would step into Rothwell Enterprises as his personal assistant and as his woman. Living in the same house with him was one thing but working directly under him in front of many employees was another matter entirely.She brushed her hair back and checked her reflection once more. There was nothing dramatic about her expression. Calmness suited her better. After a moment she stepped away from the mirror and left the room.Jeffery was already downstairs when she entered the dining area. He sat at the table with a tablet in front of him, scrolling through several documents while a cup of coffee rested beside his hand. The moment she walked in, he looked up briefly.“You’re ready,” he said.“Yes.”He returned his attention to the screen. “We should leave soon. Monday mornings te
Clara dried herself carefully in the changing room in the swimming pool area. She removed her soaked dress and changed into something soft and comfortable. She let out a quiet sigh. The water had left her hair slightly damp, clinging to her shoulders, and she walked toward her room. H1 had already left when she entered the changing room earlier.When she entered her room, she picked up the dryer and started drying her hair. When she was done, she sank into a soft couch inside her sitting room and turned on the television. Her fingers traced the remote lazily before pressing the power button, and the screen flashed back to life.She let the comfort of the moment settle over her. She had no expectation of what she would see; she just wanted to watch any channel since it was the weekend. The first channel showed the last night’s moment of the birthday party.She imagined people needing her help or connection, not because of a mission but because only she could pull the help for them. The
The water embraced Clara’s body as she moved gently through it. Sunlight filtered through the open roof and touched her face, warm and bright. For a brief moment, everything else faded away. Contracts, responsibilities, and expectations drifted to the back of her mind. She focused only on the water.Clara pushed herself forward, swimming slowly across the wide pool. Each movement felt light, almost effortless, as the water carried her body forward. The quiet splash of her strokes fill the air.After several laps, she finally stopped and rested her hands on the pool’s edge. Her breathing was slightly heavier, but the cool water soothed her. For the first time since arriving at the house, she felt relaxed.H1 still stood quietly nearby. Clara leaned against the edge, letting the calm silence settle around her. Her thoughts began to wander. She thought about the new life she had suddenly stepped into. Everything here felt luxurious, yet strangely controlled. Still, the pool had given her
After they had finished eating, Jeffery leaned back slightly in his chair. His eyes remained on Clara thinking about something for a while. Then he finally spoke. “I want you to become my personal assistant.”Clara was not truly surprised, but the offer still took her off guard. She looked at him carefully, trying to understand what he truly meant. “Your personal assistant?” she repeated slowly.“You will manage my schedule and handle certain internal matters,” Jeffery said in a calm tone. His voice carried the quiet authority he always seemed to have. “You will work directly with me.”He paused briefly before continuing, studying her expression. “Name your price,” he added. His gaze remained fixed on her.She thought about his words for a moment before shaking her head slowly. She folded her arms lightly across her chest, her expression seemed calm rather than excited. “Is this request outside our contract or within it?” she asked carefully.Jeffery’s lips curved slightly at the ques
Later that night, Clara walked into her room while Jeffery returned to his own. Each of them carried different thoughts from the long evening. Jeffery removed his jacket and set it aside, thinking about the lady who had tried to trap him at the party. His men had already taken care of the situation and were now digging deeper into her. Whoever had sent her would soon be exposed.The report came not long after midnight. The lady had been picked up from the restroom exactly as instructed and questioned briefly before she was taken away. She worked at The Paragon nightclub. According to the information his men gathered, she had done this many times before. She would approach rich targets, offer herself freely, and lure them into compromising situations while a hidden camera recorded everything.Later, the recordings would appear as threats. The victims would receive messages demanding large payments in exchange for silence. If they refused, the videos would surface online or find their w