Jeremy stormed into his study, his face etched with fury. The audacity! After subjecting him to such turmoil last night, she had the nerve to speak to him however she pleased. What had he expected, though? He pondered, massaging his temples. "Whoa, you look like a thunderstorm. Are we in danger?" Steve remarked as he and Tony entered the study. Jeremy turned towards them, his anger palpable. "What are you guys doing here?" he demanded. "We came to discuss business. We asked Thomas to inform you of our arrival, but he said you were preoccupied upstairs. Is everything alright?" Tony inquired, extending a glass of Scotch to Jeremy. Jeremy accepted the glass, swiftly downing its contents in a single gulp. "Slow down, buddy. I'm sure you can handle whatever is bothering you," Steve advised, concerned. "Quiet, Steve. Tony, go on," Jeremy commanded. "Well, we find ourselves in quite a predicament," Tony began. "What's wrong?" Jeremy interjected, his interest piqued. "One of our esteem
Chapter 24: The Apology Melissa stood peacefully on the terrace, reveling in the breathtaking view that unfolded before her. As she took a deep breath, fragments of the previous night's events replayed in her mind, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had acted so recklessly and impulsively. It was truly unbelievable. Suddenly, Jeremy's voice interrupted her thoughts. Startled, Melissa turned around and found him standing a short distance away. She hadn't even noticed his arrival, her mind consumed by her own self-reflection. Her face grew hotter, and she averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. "It seems you've remembered everything," he remarked, his voice calm and composed. Melissa nodded, her nervousness evident. "Mmm... Yes, I did. And you're right. I sincerely apologize. I deeply regret thinking that way this morning," Melissa admitted nervously. Avoiding direct eye contact, she focused her gaze on everything else but his face. feeling a
The car ride home seemed to stretch on forever, but it was far from dull. Thanks to Steve, Melissa found herself laughing uncontrollably at his witty jokes and humorous anecdotes. His charming personality and quick wit were truly captivating, and it seemed like he had already shared every detail of his life with her. Now, it was Melissa's turn to open up. "So, Melissa, are you originally from New York?" Steve inquired. "No, actually, I'm from Brooklyn," Melissa replied with a smile. "Ah, Brooklyn, that's fantastic!" "What's so fantastic about it?" Melissa asked curiously. "I believe Jeremy grew up in Brooklyn too," Steve revealed. "He did?" Melissa's interest was piqued. "Yes, he mentioned it once, though he rarely talks about his past. It seems like a topic he prefers to keep to himself," Steve explained. "Is there a reason for that? Does he have some unpleasant memories associated with Brooklyn?" Melissa wondered aloud. "I'm not entirely sure. Jeremy tends to be quite closed
Steve finally arrived at Melissa's apartment building. He parked the car, and as they said their goodbyes, he handed Melissa a small piece of paper. "What's this?" she asked, curiously. "It's my house address. I'm hosting a party this Friday, and I would love it if you came," Steve explained, a warm smile on his face. Melissa hesitated for a moment before responding, "I would love to, but I'm not really a party person." Steve chuckled and reassured her, "Just give it a try. You can bring whoever you want with you." "Okay, I'll think about it," Melissa replied, appreciating his understanding. "Great. See you later, my new friend," Steve said with a wink before driving off. "New friend," Melissa repeated to herself, feeling a sense of excitement as she entered the apartment building. Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice the police car parked outside. She took the elevator up to the fifth floor and rummaged through her bag to find her keys. As she approached her apartment, s
After dropping Melissa off at her place, Steve headed straight to the Woods villa. He knew he had to deliver the message Jeremy had sent him. As he arrived outside the grand entrance, he was promptly stopped by a security guard. The guard approached his car to inquire about his visit. Steve rolled down the car window, revealing his face. "I'm here to see your boss. Will you let me in or...?" Steve's words trailed off as the security guard recognized him, immediately opening the gates to the villa without hesitation. Steve drove inside and stopped at the entrance, where a professional valet awaited him. He stepped out of the car, handing his keys to the valet with a cautious reminder, "Please take good care of my car. She's my baby, understand?" Receiving a nod of assurance from the valet, Steve made his way into the villa. Upon entering, he found himself in a lavishly decorated space adorned with a golden theme. Though impressive, he had seen grander interiors before. As he glanced
Mr. Woods paced restlessly in his study, contemplating the ramifications of his plan to attack Jeremy and his company. The weight of the situation pressed upon him, and he couldn't shake off a growing sense of dread. He was no fool; he knew that Jeremy was not to be underestimated. Perhaps, as an aging man, he should consider abandoning this reckless endeavor. "I believe we should heed the warning and put an end to this while we still can," Mr. Woods confessed to Drake Lockman, who seemed lost in his thoughts. Lockman scoffed dismissively. "Are you telling me you're scared simply because that fool brought us a warning?" "It's more than that," Mr. Woods replied, his voice filled with trepidation. "That warning came directly from Jeremy Nobody himself. We cannot afford to ignore it. Rumors abound about what he's done to those who dare to oppose him. And we're not dealing with ordinary individuals; these are very wealthy, influential, and highly prominent figures in our society. Jere
"Someone came to my office yesterday with some documents," Sasha exclaimed, her voice filled with distress. "Inside those documents were the ownership rights of my studio. And surprisingly, those rights weren't mine anymore. The man told me that the building would be demolished and used for whatever purpose the new owner had in mind. At first, I thought it was some kind of joke, until I realized that it wasn't. The only ultimatum he gave was for me to hire you back. And that's why I beg you, Melissa, to take your job back. Please. That studio is my life." Melissa was taken aback, unable to believe her ears. The situation seemed too surreal to comprehend. She stood there, unsure of what to do or say, her mind racing. Memories of the unfair treatment and constant threats of being fired flooded her thoughts, but amidst it all, she couldn't bring herself to hate Sasha entirely. After all, Sasha had given her a second chance, an opportunity she wouldn't have otherwise had. Taking a deep
Jeremy sat in his office, attempting to focus on the files on his computer screen, but his mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of her consumed him—the irritating yet captivating woman who had managed to infiltrate his every thought. Her beautiful face, her sweet scent, and the way her body felt against his own lingered in his mind, distracting him from any semblance of work. Clearly, he was losing his grip. "Lincoln!" Jeremy called out, his frustration evident. Within seconds, his new assistant, Lincoln, rushed into the room. Jeremy had recently replaced his previous assistant for not meeting his standards of efficiency, and this new assistant was determined to excel. "Sir," Lincoln responded promptly, standing at attention. "Prepare the car. I'm going out for lunch," Jeremy commanded, feeling the need to clear his head. "Yes, sir. Shall I accompany you?" Lincoln inquired. "No, there's no need. I'll be with Lucas. Stay here and ensure everything runs smoothly," Jeremy instructed, slippin