Damian frowned slightly as rays of sunlight settled on his face through the window. It was slightly opened and the morning came with a radiant weather, reminding him that it was yet another day to sulk over letting gold slip off his grip. Grip? He chuckled, one that had no hint of humor in it. There was no grip. He never held onto her. He despised her existence because he thought he was better off without her. Her presence reminded him that he was only sitting on the heirloom because of her. The silence he received in return to his torture reminded him that she was a toy, toys never grew emotions. It made him confident that she could be discarded and feel nothing. He was wrong. Raw anger clawed at his chest as he thought of his dear ex wife, how could he not tell that she was all but a threat? How did he not see her angelic side? He barely got pleasure from anywhere in the past, not when Laurie would saunter into his office, not after seeing a huge achievement that his company has
Rosie had never thought of the possibility of doing anything that's not acting. Her essence has been poured into the field of acting since she was a child. Now, everything was taking a turn, a not-so-pleasant one since she had not mastered the intricacies of the business world even when it was her discipline back in college. Olivia shook her head slowly as if to say "Don't say no, please." She could read the expression on Rosie's face and already knew what reply the latter would give. "Olie, you know I can't do it." Rosie dropped the bombshell "I'm not versed in the art of business. I'm just going to make matters worse, and your uncle would be pissed that you brought a novice like me into the company." Olivia chuckled, she reached for Rosie's chin and tilted it, making Rosie look at her squarely. "And I want you to assume the position of the personal assistant to the Chief Operating Officer." "That sounds like a big deal but how do..." Rosie was saying when Olivia interrupted
Damian drove into his brother's mansion and killed the engine of his car. He slid out of it and headed for the door. He knocked and seconds later, the door clicked open, revealing Darian's cranky butler. "How may I help you sir?" The butler politely asked. "You can help me by moving out of my way," Damian told him before heading in, the poor butler watched as the man majestically walked in as though no one was in front of the door. Darian was in the middle of a jacuzzi session, his body was fully immersed in the water while his face remained out. He could not tell when Damian barged into his room, and found him in the Jacuzzi spot. "You have no fucking right to intrude in my privacy in that manner." Darian instantly sat up and glared at his twin. "We need to talk." Moments later, the brothers were on the rooftop, hands on railings while peering at the city lights ahead. "What do you want?" Darian ticked, his neck still hurt, reminding him of the happenings of the day. "I wa
Dusk set in and Damian rose from the seat in his study, after neatly placing his paperwork by a side on the table. He was composed now, and aside from the momentary clenching of his jaw, no one would suspect that he had been involved in a fight earlier. He walked to the window and stood for a long time, watching nothing in particular. He could see the city and the way the buildings were expertly arranged. Suddenly, Olivia’s face floated into his memory and he shut his eyes, praying for it to go while wishing that it lingered. His breath turned raspy and his heart rate increased. He could not tell where this strange feeling was coming from. He could not decipher if it was anxiety that he felt, or anger… Anger, that should be it, he thought. He was mad at himself for feeling this way, flushed, jittery, nervous, and anxious about the unknown. He had never felt fear in his life, why is he feeling like this now? Damian chuckled breathlessly, he had to kill these foreign feelings that
Long after his mother left the company premises, Damian stared hard and long into nothingness. He felt numb, like an empty vessel lying motionless in space. Nothing, he could not explain the desolate feeling that enveloped him. He did not want to believe that he was this way because of Olivia’s sudden departure from his life. No, that can’t be. He could not feel this gloomy because a person as insignificant as his ex-wife took a bow out of his life. Or could he?Shame stung him and he slouched, feeling defeated. What has he done? He grabbed his phone after a few minutes ticked by and scrolled through, finding a piece of his wife. Just her contact details and the text messages that she had sent in the past, where she reminded him to eat and other ordinary things were left… they were not as ordinary as he had thought anymore, Damian stared at each letter like he was engraving them in his mind. Damian stroked the numbers on his phone when he was done shuffling between each message. T
“Do you have a problem with that, young man?” Ivan raised a brow and leaned forward when Darian continue staring speechlessly at him “I’ll take your silence to mean a ‘Yes’,” Darian snapped out of his state of shock and breathlessly replied “Why, Yes sir! I will be more than honored to work in your company, alongside Olivia.” He could not explain the surreal feeling of happiness that laced his whole form as he clasped his hands together on the table, hope glimmering in his eyes. Finally, someone saw through him and recognized his worth. He was flabbergasted that he did not have to go through any special processes before landing at the position. Darian knew damn well that the position that Ivan had mentioned was no joke. It was like placing him as the second in command after his niece, a feat that he has been unable to attain at his own family’s company. “Talking of Olivia,” Ivan piped, stroking his chin masterfully. “You know very well what she has to endure in the ruthless hand