His Poor Heiress

I grinned like a cat who ate a canary as I observed myself in the mirror. I look dandy, if I do say so myself. Black power suit: check White crispy shirt: check. Well-knotted tie: check. Italian black shoes: check Hair tied into stern auntie style: check. I look so damn professional and ready to crack down on the labor market. I made faces at the mirror and struck different poses as I admired what reflected at me. Restaurant, here I come. I smiled smugly at the mirror before I turned and left my tiny apartment. For this operation, I rented the cutest condo, away from home. I don't need my father catching wind of this. He would never go for it. Patrick Boyle is not only a savvy business mogul, but he is as overprotective as a father, as a lioness is over her cub. So, Dad will not know anything about this until it is done and dusted. Walking down the stairs leading to the lobby of my apartment, I catch people staring at me, and they aren't even trying to hid

Joe nods to his secretary and walks into his office. He sights the parcel on his desk as he makes his way towards it. He drops his briefcase on the desk, takes off his outer suits, draps it behind his chair and sits. He pulls the brown envelop to him, pulls the content and reads it. When he finishes he marvels at his sister’s ex’s stupidity. He takes his phone and makes a phone call. After the day’s work, Devon returns home feeling better inside. His lawyer has filed a suit against Kathleen for emotional damages. For sleeping with another man while married to him. He is suing her two million dollars. He smirks to himself as he lies down. His ex is going to pay for daring to humiliate him. Asleep he dreams that he is a million dollar richer. The next morning he wakes in good spirit. Anticipating his ex’s response. He is not going to forgive her, even if she begs on her knees. He is going to show her no one makes a fool of him. She and her lover are going to pay for humiliating him

Devon’s uncharacteristic outburst shocks the room. They stare at him amazed, wondering what his connections are with Mr Blackwell. Joe spares him no glance, but walks majestically to his lawyers side, and sits like a King in his throne. Joe’s snubs further infuriates Devon, and he stares at him like he wants to wrap his hands around his neck, his fist clenched tightly on the desk. After he settled down, Joe lifts a mocking eyes at Devon, addressing him cooly. “Do you have a problem with me, Mr Cross?” He poses in a low sarcasm, raising one brow at Devon. Devon’s looks a second from exploding as he takes in Joe arrogance. “I can’t believe you have the audacity to show your face,” Devon snarls. “Where is Kathleen?” He demands, looking toward the door for the petite frame of his ex-wife. At the mention of his sister’s name, Joe’s expression hardens. “You are dealing with me now, Mr Cross, and I suggest you sit down and let’s get this meeting over with. My time is costly, and you do no

While Devon continues to invade Kathleen’s personal space, the Police arrives and grabs him by his two hands and pulls him away from the brunette. “What are you doing?” Devon yells, struggling to free himself from the police, his expression furious. “A complain has been laid against you, Mr–” The police man speaking looks at Devon to supply his name. “Cross, and what complain?” Devon demands, his tone haughty. “Harassment,” the policeman replies flatly, and Devon gives him an incredulous look, chuckling without humor. “You have got to be kidding me. Who said I was harassing her? I am only having a chat with my wife. And it is not anyone’s business,” Devon adds, his expression hardening. “Ex-wife,” Kathleen quickly interjects getting the attention of the police and her ex-husband. Staring at Kathleen with a calm expression, the policeman asks. “Madame is this man disturbing you?” Before Kathleen could speak, Devon speaks. “Tell them Kathleen that we are only having a conversatio

Six months later, Kathleen steps out of the plane glowing like the sun, her almond hair swaying under the afternoon breeze. She looked radiant, relaxed, with a beautiful smile on her face. You can see the effect of her holiday on her appearance. The young woman have been on a tour around Europe and just came back to the States. She sights her brother waiting at the foot of the plane and her smile bloosmed. She hurried down the stairs, unmindful of her heels, and raced toward him. “Joe!” She greets excitedly, her smile wide. Standing under the afternoon sun, dressed sharply in his suit, Joe’s stern expression softens as his sister raced towards him, he takes off his dark sunshade and slips it into his pocket, and ready’s himself for Kathleen’s embrace. He could see the transformation in his sister, and his heart reacts to it. Trusting in her brother’s ability to catch her, Kathleen throws herself at her brother, her arms flinging around his neck. “I have missed you!” She cries jo