NEXT MORNINGOlivia's mouth was set in a tight line as she remained seated stoically on her executive seat. She was facing a number of 23 executives and Amelia Cobbs, the blonde haired auditing assistant, an intern who luckily got into the organization, was standing in front of the dogged Board of Executives. Everyone dreaded having to stand in the presence of the board for one mistake or the other, as they would be meticulously scrutinized. The slightest idea that a worker is guilty as charged is all Ivan Arthur needed to put the worker in their place. He was absent today, since he just got back from a trip. Olivia commanded silence and the hall that was earlier dominated by hush voices that suggested rebuke and disgust became as quiet as a graveyard. "Amelia Cobbs, did you mess with Miss Rosie Adams' tires in the basement yesterday?" "No, I didn't." Amelia curtly replied, keeping a straight face on. Anyone could have thought she was innocent unless they looked behind her, wh
"Isn't... Isn't that Amelia Cobbs?" Rosie asked no one in particular in a strangulated voice. "I suppose so," Olivia calmly responded, and leaned backward on her seat. In her head was a whirlwind of thoughts on why Amelia, a devoted and lovely worker, would puncture Rosie's tyres. She knew Rosie since they were in high school, and apart from their college days when Rosie was a badass and would stick her middle finger in your face for trying to get in her way, there was nothing really unpleasant about her. They separated when Rosie went to an acting academy and she, to a business school. When they finally met with themselves after Olivia's marriage and Rosie's debut movie that threw her into the limelight, Olivia observed that Rosie had grown, much reasonably, in a positive way. She always had a warm smile on her face, would give kids sweets, and had a lovely demeanor. She still dealt with assholes properly, but overall, she never asked for trouble without being stimulated. "W
Damian calculated how much time he had to prepare for the gala in his head as he drove down to a high rise shopping outlet when he was done for the day. He briskly walked in, ignoring the stares he got from people, the coos and shrieks from ladies and the hand extended to him by a man who looked like the clothings collection manager. "Get me a collection of the finest suits." He finally told the man who in turn, dished out instructions to the ladies that waited by the counter. Damian's face remained straight, his hands were neatly tucked in his pocket as he glanced at the array of suits when they were brought to him. He needed to pick the best pairs, he needed a pair that would make him stand out. He wondered about getting a tux and remembered that he had a whole magnanimous closet allocated to his collection of suits in his mansion. So why was he here? Damian chuckled lightly at his rhetorical question. "This..." The man gestured towards an eye-catching suit, stoned at the s
Rosie pressed the knob and the door gave way to reveal an agitated boss. She could see the way his fingers drummed on the oaken table, and the way his jaw clenched momentarily. She swallowed as her eyes travelled down an impeccable face, to his firm shoulders and finally, his abs that were visible through his shirt. "Come on in, Rosie," He told her "Do not stand by the door and watch me." "Oh..." She mouthed, catching herself just in time "Yes, sir." She moved as if engineered to do so, and soon, she was standing in front of him. Up close, she could see the rage that burned in his eyes. She could almost feel the steam of anger seeping off his skin. Oh dear, what has she done?! Her subconscious panicked. The opposite was the case in her head. She was jolly, she loved riling him up. She loved his demeanor when he was enraged, it made him look even hotter than he already was. When he said nothing but glare at her, her lips twitched, and then a witty smile broke out. "What's funny?
THE NEXT DAY Darian walked in, in his usual demeanor. He had stayed awake the previous night, studying crucial information from his family's group. He had his plans well laid, and he was slowly putting them in action. He has not heard from his twin in ages and wondered what the devil was up to. He could not wait to see him storming into his house, trembling with rage when he discovers what his twin has done. Now, he walked calmly through the basement till he reached the elevator that would take him to the ground floor. He made a mental note to dish out instructions to his personal assistant to carry out. On second thoughts, he remembered who his PA was. His bloody pretty little nemesis. She made him uneasy, and he felt relief whenever she left his office. He could not tell why. Maybe it was because he felt guilty, he thought. Since the little drama he displayed two weeks ago, she had pulled away from him. It wasn't like she was clingy before he berated her, she was just loquacio
Laurie was taken aback for a while, and slowly, the surprise on her face morphed into a look of hurt and betrayal, and then, desperation. "I am the problem?" "Yes," Damian stared down at her. He crouched in front of her and picked her well manicured hand. She did not resist, her pupils dilating. 'He is coming around,' She thought, hoping he was reaching to her, to kiss her fears away and assure her that he would never leave her, that everything was a stunt. Damian's face was set in a poker manner as he continued "I can't do this anymore. I need my space." Laurie's lips started trembling as she sought for the right words to say "I-I don't understand, sweetie." "Everything we shared ended in the past before I got married to Olivia. I want it to remain that way. Let's go back to being exes." "Never!" Laurie bellowed, her fear has aggravated and now, she was on the verge of losing her sanity "We are stuck together, Damian!" She gripped his hand, and put them in her clothes, letti