Chapter 1 Ava & Samuel

Samuel Pov

Mr. Wizton... Mr. Wizton...

Luka, how many times do I need to remind you that it is Samuel? So, sorry, Mr.. Samuel, your two o'clock appointment with Mr. Morton is waiting in the conference room. "Thank you, Luka, give me five minutes." "I have an important call to make."

As I am glazing out my floor to ceiling glass windows with a spectacular views of downtown New York. I pulled out my phone and dialed, you see six years ago. I took over as CEO of Wizton Corp. Within those six years, I took Wizton Corp. to new levels. The company is currently setting in the top ten of Forbes five hundred.

Ah, the line finally connected with my precious Ava. You see, I met Ava four years ago at a coffee shop. I married her-- well, Ava believes we are married, I paid off one of the county clerks at the license bureau and got a fake marriage certificate. Ava also thinks, I am a broke ass construction manager. That is constantly working out of town.

I explained to Ava I will be home this weekend. Ava is so excited after all, it has been at least a week since I have visited her.

I would love to tell Ava that I am a billionaire CEO of Wizton Corp. But she would never fit into the Wizton family circle. Ava's background does not measure up. She has no family; she is basically an orphan. She of course, has no social standing in high society. "I love you too, Ava see you at six." I hang up the phone and take the contract that is sitting on my mahogany desk and I head straight to the conference room, with a renewed spring in my step.

Four hours into the contract negotiations, with Mr. Morton, and it has hit a roadblock. Mr. Morton and I have decided to reschedule for another day. Little did I know that meant with his daughter Oliva, too.

I picked up the opened contract and returned to my office feeling defeated. I called my executive assistant, Luka into my office I hand over the contract for him to file away. I explained to Luka that we need to reschedule the contract negotiations with Mr. Morton for Monday, as early as possible.

Because we need to iron out some final details. Also, I need the car ready in ten minutes. Tonight, I am heading to the Wizton family estate for the weekly family dinner. I really despise this family function, but father and mother demands it.

Ava Pov

I married a wonderful, thoughtful, caring man four years ago. I met Samuel at the local coffee shop. We really hit off, our conversation just flowed. As I got to know him, we just clicked. Samuel works extremely hard at his job, as a constuction manager, which he travels for work. Even though Samuel is traveling away from home, he still so attentive to my needs. He always makes sure he calls or texts me at least once a week.

Most of the time, I am working so I am hardly home to miss my beloved Samuel. I have two jobs that takes me away from home. By day, I am a secretary from nine to five for a small law firm in New Haven, New York. My second job is a nighttime cashier for a local grocery store, from seven to midnight. This schedule is the reason I am hardly home and when I get home, I am exhausted.

But it is worth every minute I spend apart from my beloved Samuel. Just knowing we are working toward our dream of making enough money to afford a nice home in the suburbs. Until then, we are living in a run-down one bedroom apartment. It is meeting our needs, at least for now.

Samuel has called me and said his workload will be light this weekend, so he is able to come home to me. I am so excited, I have not seen Samuel in a week.

Instead of working the weekend at the grocery store. I am going to take it off. I decided since I have not seen my Samuel in a week. I will plan an elaborate dinner for us. I really would love to make us a fancy dinner with filet migon. But that is way out of our budget, we have a very tight budget and at times I can barely make the rent on this apartment. So, instead of making the filet migon, I will make Salisbury steak in a sweet brown gravy, garlic mash potatoes, and a nice side vegetable of buttered green beans.

I know it is not much of a fancy, elegant dinner to speak of. But it will have to do. Oh my, I cannot wait till this weekend. When I get to see my darling, sexy face.