ElizabethI nodded rapidly as Melissa went over my duties as a secretary to the CEO.She showed me to my desk, which was in the CEO's office with only a glass wall and blinds separating us.She kept rambling on and on about how I must be as fast as lightning when working. I wasn't paying attention; what got my attention was how grand the office was."Are you even listening?" Her rude voice rang, and I jumped out of my reverie.I gave a small smile. "Of course."Her glare told me she didn't believe me. "And lastly, you must never… ever… harbour any form of romantic feelings towards the boss. It is strictly prohibited!"I raised a brow, crossing my hands over my chest. "Why would I in the first place?"She folded her hands across her chest too. "Because every single lady, especially the likes of you, wants to end up in his bed. And you'll probably use this as an opportunity to get closer to him," she blurted out.I rolled my eyes. "Please, I've seen way more handsome and hot guys." I di
ElizabethHe sat casually on my couch, flipping his keys on his finger while staring at the ceiling. Noticing my presence, he turned to look at me and then got up.I followed him silently out of the house and to his car. It was another Mustang, but this one was dark blue.Maybe he had a thing for Mustangs.He didn't open the door for me. I swallowed the tantrum that was about to escape my lips. I was a feminist; I should get my doors.It did hurt my ego though.He asked me to pick a place I wanted to go, and then I said a restaurant, but he refused. I don't know why he did, but I then chose a fair.He took me to the fair, a fair bustling with people. I loosened up a bit, even though I had a seventy-two-inch tall man with muscles towering behind me as we made our way through the crowd.In a few minutes, I was already feeling excited. I tried a few games, swiped Eren's credit card a number of times, and bought a few candies for myself. It was nice and fun.I lost most of the games, and
ElizabethI wasted no time and rushed home, eager to tell Mrs. Hamilton that I pulled it off.The cab stopped right in front of Mrs. Hamilton's house, and I hurried inside."Mrs. Hamilton!... Mrs. Hamilton!" I screamed as I ran into her living room. She sat comfortably, knitting a piece of tablecloth. Her stern eyes fell on me, a frown settling on her face."An elegant lady does not scream like a mad Zulu woman."I rolled my eyes as I kicked off my shoes and settled on the couch. "Guess what?" I gasped."I do not like guesses. Go straight to the point!"I squealed like a child and hugged her. "I got the job, Mrs. Hamilton. Thank you so much."She didn't smile. Instead, she knocked my hands from around her shoulders. I didn't mind, though; it was her way of expressing emotions. "Shouldn't you have had a job before now?"I pouted. "Come on, let's celebrate!"I ran to the kitchen. Champagne for me and juice for Mrs. Hamilton."Do not waste my champagne." She wanted to hide the smile, but
ElizabethStraightening my pencil skirt, I let my thick curls fall to my shoulders. Grabbing my handbag, I headed towards the door.The last time I went to a job interview was three years ago. Mrs. Hamilton said interviews were just lame excuses to scrutinize people. She made me apply to multiple jobs online, and now I have five interviews to attend this week.A week ago, she was discharged from the hospital, and I spent that entire week receiving advice on how to live a more productive life from her. It wasn't as bad as I thought. We did argue a lot, but it was more playful than serious.She taught me how to make pancakes, and now I’m proud to say I make the best pancakes on earth courtesy of Mrs. Hamilton.She also taught me how to make simple dishes ,something my mother never did.To think we would become best buds after all our constant bickering was absurd… but look at us now.I walked a few feet from my house to get a cab. I’ll get a car with my first paycheck if I get this job,
ErenLinnet kept calling over and over again ,so I was forced to pick up.The bad news? She just arrived at the airport and is asking me to come get her.I had only just gotten to England a few hours ago, and I was in my bedroom trying to relax after driving Elizabeth to her house.Logan refused to pick her up. “She’s your fiancée. I’m not doing that shit.”Now I had no choice but to get dressed and go pick her up.“Don wants to see you,” he suddenly said, just as I was about to step out.I creased my brows. “Why?”He gave me a look. “You’re his successor. Why else?”Aslan Watson was the current Don of our clan, and he’s stepping down soon. I’m also marrying his daughter,pretty sure that’s why he wants to see me.To take his position, I have to marry a mafia princess,and he has only one daughter.It’s not all that bad until he made each one of us Zens take a blood oath never to marry or have an affair with an outsider. He wants to keep his bloodline clean.No babies outside mafia bloo
Elizabeth I ran to the guest room and there was nothing left of my clothes. I searched for the zip bag Madison gave me but it was gone. Even the phone Avery gave me had disappeared."No...no..no !" My eyes were beginning to sting. That was the only thing I had against Felix. I kept looking till I came across a piece of cardboard, it had something written in red on it. It read - A naive rabbit should stay in its hole. I had no idea what that meant. It kind of sounded amusing but I knew it held a more threatening meaning." Hey, this place is dumped. We should go.” Logan suddenly said,peeking his head through the door. I jumped and quickly hid the note under my T-shirt behind me. He raised a brow looking at me. " Are you okay?”My hands were trembling as I faked a smile. "Yeah, I'll be right outside." He stared at me for a moment and then left. Sighing in relief and fear, I left the note there and went outside. I walked up to Eren; he was a cop, so maybe he would be able to help