"Hey, girl," Elena said into the phone. Her voice was shrill with excitement. "I'm about to — shut up, shut up, Rosa! — I'm about to meet my Dad for the first time, yes, first time in months, and to accept with two hands the position he'll place me in his prestigious company."
Her friend, Rosa, couldn't hold in her excitement, too. "I can't wait to call you a company owner," she said, and then in a damp tone. "Jeez. I hope this ends well."
"Just shut up," Elena laughed. "It's going to end well. What are you afraid for?"
"Girl, your father, Mr Cooper, is the most unpredictable person I've come across. He might flop."
"Nah, nah. That's impossible."
But the possibility of it was beginning to set in like a weight upon her shoulders. Her father might flop.
She said quietly, "I'm close to his door now. I might end the call..."
"Wait."
"I'm here."
"I want you to take a deep breath. Smile, girl, this is going to turn out well. I'm sorry I brought shit up. Your father's gonna be proud of you. An MBA degree ain't child's play and you've not lived recklessly. So... Go."
"Call still on?"
"Yes, leave it on; I want to hear everything."
"That's crazy, though." Elena was trying not to sound too pessimistic. "What if he notices?"
"Not if I stay perfectly quiet."
"Promise?"
"No."
"Argh. Fine. Be quiet. No reactions. No gasps and shit. I'm going in now."
"Haa." This came out as an airy whisper, similar to the hiss of an angry cat.
Elena smiled and reached for the doorknob of office. Then she stopped herself and pressed the doorbell. A soft tune played from inside. She was quiet, waiting and intermittently glancing at her phone and at Rosa's W******p picture, a tanned plump girl with a fluffy dog.
When she got no response, she looked in through the keyhole and saw that her father was pacing in his large office, a stout man with a British-looking moustache. He was on an intense call and his expression wasn't approachable. So she waited outside on a bench.
She picked at her fingernails, feeling her excitement going down the drain. Her thoughts were abruptly stopped when she overheard snatches of her father's conversation. The few words she heard made her heart skip. She pressed her ear close to the door and listened more carefully. Then brought the phone close too.
Her father's voice was imploring and breaking, as though he was begging the caller. Elena couldn't remember the last time his father begged someone.
"Mr. Enoch, please hear me out, sir," he said. "My company and I have tried all we could to make this business work... but that doesn't mean... sir... sir... Please, listen to me. That doesn't mean that we are not competent enough to handle it. We just need more time and a little more resources. The pressure is too high, to be honest. We... we have strained ourselves, both financially and otherwise. We're very close to going bankrupt."
Elena felt the saliva in her mouth dry up. Was this what his father had been going through all this while? Her fears doubled.
She listened for more but all she could hear was silence. Then she began to hear her father mumble incoherently. With her heart in her mouth, she stood and opened the door.
"Hey, Dad," she said, trying to sound cheerful and oblivious of the phone call.
But Mr Cooper didn't pretend all was well, or he failed to. He greeted her with a mild smile and told her to sit.
"How have you been, Elena?" he asked, and didn't wait for her response. "I didn't know you were gonna return today. Would have thrown you a feast."
Even as Elena looked at her father, she knew that whatever difficulty he was going through wouldn't let him think of a party. He looked leaner that she remembered.
"Are you alright, Dad?" she asked, pinching her fingers hard; having intimate talks as this with his father was heinous.
"Yes, yes, I am."
"You don't look it."
"You're done with your schooling, right?"
"For now, yes. Though I might be needing to frequent to my school to get some things done and brushed up."
"You're ready to get a job then?"
Now he was talking. Elena sat up, ready to pour her heart out. "Yes, Dad, I'm ready to take up a job, under your company."
"No."
Time suspended before Elena. She glanced down at the phone; it was still on. Her palms began to sweat.
"No, you say?"
"No, I say."
"Why?"
"I've got you a better offer."
Elena didn't see any better offer than working in an environment she was already familiar with. But she listened.
"Elena, I'm going to tell you this because you're a grown up now. How old are you now? 22?"
"23. September 3rd, last month."
"Good." He leaned forward and removed his glasses. "You see, I'm not going to beat about the bush. Your schooling took away everything I have."
He paused, staring at somewhere between her eyes. Elena waited, struggling to keep her breathing even.
"So, right now as we speak," he continued, "my company is going downhill. It's been five months. At a speed I've never experienced. I have tried all I can to save it, but all I get is a low income turnover, loss of prominent customers and heavy indebtedness. What do you want me to do with that?"
Luciana was visibly shaking now. How was this related to her schooling? For all she knew, she funded half of her school bills herself. Where was this coming from?
"Now, listen up, Elena, you're going to work as secretary for the CEO of EliteCorp."
"I've not heard of the company."
"Of course, you haven't. You've been focused on getting as much money from me as possible."
"Dad!"
He slammed his fists on his table. "You don't shout at me, young lady! I do the shouting and you do the listening. Am I clear?"
Elena's rage didn't let her answer. She managed to give him a nod and nothing more.
"I'll have my secretary compose an application letter to the company."
"How do we know he needs a secretary? These big companies don't run public advertisement about things like this."
"Right. But it's from an inner source,a trusted man. There's a vacancy there, smoking hot, just waiting for you, my dear daughter. Appear in your best dress tomorrow."
Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir."
¶
Elena didn't realize the gravity of what she'd been put into until she called Rosa that evening.
"Christ!" Rosa exclaimed when Elena told her.
"What is it?"
"Liam Hemsworth of EliteCorp? Oh my God, you're in for it."
"In for what? Is there anything spectacular about the company?"
"It isn't about the company. It's the CEO, Liam. Girl, who doesn't know Liam?"
"Well, I don't and I don't get why you're trembling from just saying his name. He's human and that's all."
"See, I'll send you a picture — no, pictures — of him on your W******p, and you'll have an inkling of the god you're going to work for. If you return each day with your mental and emotional health intact, then you're really a tough one."
"Gosh, you're pathetic." Already a fog of fear was washing over her face, and her insides churned.
But Rosa didn't send the pictures that night. When Elena called her, her line was off. Elena had no idea what was wrong. So, she had to wait for the next day.
It came faster than she expected. At dawn, her phone rang. Her father.
"Don't tell me you're still in bed, Elena," he barked. "This is 7 am. Is that the first impression you choose to make?"
Elena held the phone away from her ear for he was shouting.
"Do you have the slightest idea of the great personality you're opportune to work with? Are you going to blow all of this?"
"Dad, I have a slight headache."
"Come downstairs this minute and get ready for your interview."
Elena didn't know when the application letter was sent out, talk more of she getting approved and her invited for an interview. With her father, events always ran on godspeed.
A few minutes later, Elena was sitting beside his father in his white Land Rover as he sped towards EliteCorp.
"Remember all I've told you," he said, when they arrived in front of the high gates of the company. "Do not blow this for us."
"Yes, Father."
"I can't go in with you; duty calls in the office. I'll return when you give me a call, and I'll take you to any eatery of your choice." He smiled and reached out to brush out a strand of hair from her shoulder. He got into the car, a stout man with a thick-set expression.
"Bye, Dad."
Elena watched him drive away, while she stood there, blue purse in hand, dressed in a tight blue gown (her father's choice), shivering in the cold wind.
It wasn't long before a young man walked towards her, one hand held behind him.
"Are you Elena Cooper?"
"Yes, sir."
"Please follow me. Mr. Liam is waiting upstairs."
"Thank you," she whispered and followed, like a lamb headed for the abattoir.
The architectural structure of EliteCorp was nothing short of divine. From the outside, it was shaped like a giant seashell standing with its butt in the air. Elena wondered what engineer was behind this queer design.Inside, the walls were pure white and looked as if they were coated with bioluminescence paint because they reflected the white lights so brilliantly Elena hankered to touch them. But she must not. She must be on her best behavior and impress Mr. Liam. She must not 'mess' things up.She made sure to greet the staff members who walked past her. They had a professional-looking frown etched permanently on their faces. She greeted them because Mr. Liam might have sent them to test just how polite and decorous she was. She was pleased with herself for passing this one test. The man leading him didn’t say a word to her as they got into an elevator. "Was he angry? Had she somehow failed his test?" She panicked.The elevator stopped on the 25th floor, which was the second to th
Stepping out of the taxi and shivering in the cold night, Elena dialed her boss's number. It rang thrice before he picked up. Liam's voice came in, hoarse and scratchy. “Are you here?”“Yes, sir.” She realized that contrary to what he said earlier when she called him, he hadn't gone out to check if she'd arrived.He saw a man dressed in a dark suit and with a stern facial expression walk toward her. “Helena, right?”“Elena, yes. Did Mr. Liam send you?” Elena replied as her eyes scanned the entrance of the club. She could see two lesbians making out on the bonnet of a car parked near the entrance.“Mr. Hemsworth is waiting for you inside,” the bodyguard said, drawing Elena's attention back to him.“Right,” She nodded and followed him closely. When they got to the entrance of the door, Elena passed a few strippers who had sultry expressions on their faces as they smoked recklessly. The girls attempted to harass Elena but one glaring look from the guard sent them scampering away. Littl
Elena's heart was pounding in her chest, fury and disbelief warring within her as she stood in the opulent lobby of the EliteCorp building. "How could he do this to me?" she muttered through clenched teeth. Her dad's decision to marry her off to Liam, her arrogant and narcissistic boss, felt like a betrayal.With her emotions taking over, she couldn't bear to stay a moment longer in that imposing building. Without a second thought, she turned and ran towards the exit, her vision blurred by tears.Tears streamed down her face as she staggered through the luxurious halls of EliteCorp. Her vision blurred, and she struggled to regain composure.Her coworkers stared in astonishment, taken aback by Elena's uncharacteristic display of emotion. "Is she okay?" one whispered to another, unable to comprehend the reason behind her outburst.Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't stop now. Ignoring the curious gazes, Elena rushed towards the building's exit. Her mind raced, trying
As they drove towards the club, the city lights blurred past them. Elena leaned her head against the window, her mind still occupied with the turmoil of emotions she had experienced earlier. Rosa gave her a reassuring smile and reached over to hold her hand, offering comfort in the silence.Arriving at the club, they parked the car and stepped out onto the bustling streets. The thumping music and colorful lights enveloped them as they made their way inside. Inside the club, the music thumped loudly, filling the air with an electrifying energy. Elena and Rosa found a spot on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of the music. With every dance move and laughter they shared, Elena felt a sense of release, leaving her troubles behind, at least for a little while.As the music thumped loudly on the dance floor, Elena leaned closer to Rosa, trying to make herself heard above the noise. "I want to get a glass of wine," she said, her voice slightly raised.Rosa leaned in, still struggling to
As the call with Liam ended, Elena felt a sense of anger wash over her. She knew she had to get ready for work, despite the painful memories of the previous day. Determined to put on a brave front, she rushed to the bathroom and took a quick bath, trying to wash away the remnants of her headache and the lingering emotions from the night before.As Elena dressed up hastily, Rosa stirred from her sleep, sensing the frantic energy around her. "Why are you rushing, Elena?" Rosa asked, her voice groggy with sleep."Liam called," Elena replied, trying to button up her shirt. "He asked me to come to work."Rosa's expression turned to anger as she heard this. "After what happened yesterday, he still expects you to come in? That's just outrageous! You shouldn't go."Elena hesitated for a moment, torn between Rosa's protective advice and her own determination to face the situation head-on. "I know, Rosa, but I can't let him think he has control over me.""But Elena, you need some time to proces
The words hit Elena like a slap in the face. She couldn't believe the audacity and arrogance with which Liam spoke. His disregard for her feelings and autonomy was infuriating, and she couldn't let him trample over her rights.Summoning her courage, Elena spoke firmly, her voice trembling with anger, "I won't be treated like this, Liam. I have a life outside of work, and you can't just dictate my every move. We need to talk about this arrangement, and I won't be going to Thailand unless we reach a mutual agreement."Liam finally looked up, his eyes cold and calculating. "You have no choice, Elena. I make the decisions here, and you'll do as I say. Don't forget your place."Elena felt a surge of defiance and self-respect. She refused to be silenced or controlled any longer. "I am not a possession, Liam. I won't be treated as one. We need to talk. Besides, this marriage was forced upon me, and I won't be controlled by you or anyone else. I have my own life and my own dreams, and I won't
The loud banging on her door startled Elena awake, and she jumped up in bed, her heart pounding with fear and shock. When her youngest step-sister, Jessica, barged into the room and shook her vigorously, Elena's eyes widened in confusion. "What's going on? Why did you wake me up like this?" she asked, her voice trembling.Jessica's eyes were wide with excitement as she blurted out, "There's a guest waiting for you outside! A really important guest!"Elena's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion as she followed Jessica's lead and got out of bed. She cautiously walked to the window and peeped through the curtains. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw a convoy of sleek black Ferrari cars parked in front of her house. The sight sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her heart racing even faster.As if on cue, her phone rang, and she rushed to the nightstand to pick it up. She hurried to the nightstand and picked it up, seeing Liam's name on the caller ID. Her hands trembled as s
Elena's jaw dropped in surprise. The revelation left her speechless and bewildered. She had no idea why Liam would claim her as his wife when their relationship was nothing more than a forced arrangement. The audacity of his statement only fueled her frustration and sense of helplessness.The chief air hostess looked obviously taken aback by Liam's response, her surprise evident on her face. She quickly composed herself, maintaining her professional demeanor. With a hint of confusion in her expression, she addressed Liam, "Oh, Liam, I'm surprised to hear that you settled down and got married. It's good to see you happy."Liam simply smirked, giving nothing away. "Life is full of surprises," he replied cryptically.The air hostess smiled warmly at Elena, trying to hide her bewilderment. "Well, congratulations to both of you! Have a great trip to Thailand," she said, maintaining her pleasant tone.Elena nodded nervously, still reeling from the unexpected lie Liam had told. She threw a q