Chapter 7 She's Back

5 years later...  

A gorgeous woman is sitting leisurely at one of the VIP seats of a waiting area of NY airport. She has a long straight shiny brown hair that reached to her waist, long tanned and smooth slender legs, and a perfect shaped body like those of an hourglass. 

She got a pair of perfect firm sizes of assets in the front and a pair of hot tempting looking  firm cheeks at the back that guys could have drool and imagine of. She wore a sea blue coloured body con dress that reached to her thighs.  The designer dress perfectly suits her curves and a six inches of black highed heels. 

Her face is unrecognizable and mysterious due to her big pair of expensive shades that perfectly hides her hazel fiery eyes.

She wore a cold, calm, and indifferent temperament demeanor. Her palm shaped creamy face was devoid of any emotions. She is surrounded with a powerful and domineering aura that brought coldness to most people with bad intentions making them shiver in fear. 

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Her mobile phone vibrated  on her purse silently. 

Squinting her eyes, she reached for her phone to receive the caller.

“Yes dad, I’m here, yeah..! I’m heading out to the exit. Bye daddy..! See you later..!”

She stood up from her seat gracefully and walked out the exit passage  leisurely with confident strides not minding the irrelevant attentions that she got while talking to her father on her phone.

Outside the VIP waiting area exit, a new black Bugatti Veyron which looks dazzling under the sunlight is patiently waiting for its owner. The owner was no other than Izzabelle Smith.

The young and handsome driver in his early twenties stood gracefully beside the sports car and greeted his new boss with enthusiasm.

“Hi, Miss Smith, I’m Dean and I’m going to be your personal driver for today.”

Dean step forward to shake his newly boss’ hand to show his respect and sincerity and the latter calmly acknowledged his gesture.

“I’m Izzabelle, you take the passenger seat and fasten your seat belts. I’ll be the one to drive for now.” She pointed out her slender finger at the young driver and commanded sternly. 

As soon as she finished her order, she managed to squeeze herself into the car and settled comfortably in the driver seat, ready to fire the engine to life.  

The handsome driver’s jaws dropped momentarily. How could he let his new boss drive? 

In his simple bright eyes, she looks like a fragile and vulnerable lady whom needed to be well protected and cared. But the lady insisted, so he has no choice but to follow her orders or he might fucked up.

”Dean are you just going to stand there? or you’ll go with me? Move up! I had a lot of things to do!”

Izzabelle’s cold and domineering voice boomed out impatiently urging her  driver to move his ass in the passenger seat. Didn’t he know that his boss is a busybody? What made him stunned frozen on his spot?

Dean was startled by his lady boss' cold voice. He rushed to the side and opened the car door hurriedly and settled himself in the co-pilot seat as he broke into cold sweat. He fasten his seat belts nervously.

Izzabelle took a side glanced at the young man shortly. She started the car engine and drove off in full speed leaving the airport.

From a distance not far away, two persons are gazing at the lady lovingly and longingly. They muttered to themselves,

“She’s finally back!”

Meanwhile...

Izzabelle and Dean arrived in their destination within 30 minutes of driving in full speed. The car abruptly stopped into a halt as calculated exactly at the company’s main entrance.

The  young handsome driver came out from the car rushing towards a nearby alley trying to throw up. He can’t still brought himself to believe that his new lady boss was very capable of driving in the fastest speed in his whole life of experience. In his careful observation, she doesn’t even look like a car racer. But he was really surprised after the most heart wrenching ride, feeling inferiority, he thought to himself with determination,

‘Maybe I need to know more about my lady boss and I badly needed to pray for my life every time she drives.’

“Hey Dean! You done? Take charge of the car, I’ll go upstairs first!”

His gorgeous lady of a boss shouted loudly while exiting the expensive car. She was already walking in the hallway of their company leisurely like an international ramp model catching everyone's damned gossipy attention. 

Dean just nodded his head violently in response as he couldn't even brought himself to speak because his boss' silhouette was already getting far away from his sight. He was deeply in awe and he was also fascinated by his lady boss’ calm demeanor which was very admirable. The lady boss didn't even flinched as she was driving in full throttle with out even blinking and making so much effort.

'What a perfect goddess!' He muttered to himself dreamily as he continued to do his 'puking business'.

On the other side...

Walking through the spacious hallway of their company, Izzabelle put on her professional smile and approached the receptionist area. As she was about to open her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by a middle aged woman receptionist who was leaning on her chair lazily like a fat kitten purring and licking itself. She looked at the beautiful and young woman standing on her front with envy eyes. Then she averted her gaze at her red painted nails. She seemed to be uninterested with the lady standing in front of her but still she spoke rudely.

“Miss how may I help you? Do you have an appointment?”

“I would like to have a talk with the CEO please..?”

lzzabelle answered politely. She was not seen visiting in their company for a long time that’s why the lazy receptionist didn’t recognized her.    

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