Bernice Lying in bed, I pondered my plans. Becoming the Executive Assistant to the CEO of the Miller Organization meant that I would have direct access or involvement in the company's high-level decisions and sensitive information. However, Christian Miller is an enigmatic man; although he proposed a so-called "collaboration," I couldn't be sure how much authority he would grant me or if he truly trusted me. Not to mention I still had to deal with Fed, who was orchestrating everything behind the scenes. I jumped out of bed and turned on my computer. I typed Christian's name in the search bar. Not much information came up, showing that he was very protective of his personal information. However, I did get one lead; Christian Miller at an honorary lecture at Harvard Business School. I clicked on the link and couldn't help but laugh; the iconic Christian Miller. He was dressed in a gray-blue designer suit, a crisp white shirt-obviously both masterfully tailored-and more dazzling
Bernice I suppress the disgust in my heart, Melissa is a professional at slandering others. Thanks to her, I have seen it many times in my past life. I said coldly, "He's just a friend from my college days. Melissa grinned triumphantly, "Sister, my friends and I are here to celebrate my promotion. What about you? Don't you have to go back and make dinner?" The girls with her laughed mockingly after she spoke. I stood up, "The maid will take care of everything at home. Melissa, Eorna is by invitation only, I didn't know you were a member here." I saw a crack in Melissa's facade and I was sure she was taking advantage of the Fed's privileges. "What's the matter? Can't you answer your sister's question?" Cathy appeared from behind, "Melissa, you didn't accept an invitation from a married man, did you?" Melissa's face turned ugly, "Crazy bitch! Miller Corporation has officially hired me as Fed's new assistant. I don't need anyone's permission to be here." Cathy snorted and I he
Bernice As I stepped through the polished revolving doors of Miller Corporation, the clack of my heels echoed off the marble floors. The nerves were there, a silent hum under my calm exterior, but I felt ready. I studied Miller Corporation's public financial reports over the past few years. I also read the textbook on financial management again, picking up memories of those complex economic terms. I even read all the public business information I could find about Christian Miller. If the gossip is correct, our new CEO starts work at 7 a.m. every day. A workaholic to the core. The reception area was bustling. Miller Corporation appears to have no shortage of customers and investors. I was smoothing down the front of my suit when a familiar voice, dripping with condescension, cut through the noise. "Bernice? What a surprise! I didn't know they let housewives interview for positions here." I rolled my eyes and I turned. There she stood. Melissa. She'll never get tired of this ac
Bernice Christian stood there, an imposing figure that commanded the room. His height, the sharp cut of his suit that hugged his toned frame, and his piercing steel-gray eyes scanned every inch of the space with a calculated intensity. "I apologize for the interruption, but it seems necessary at this point." Christian's voice was deep and resonant, slicing through the tension like a hot knife. Rachel, visibly flustered, started to speak with a placating yet condescending tone. "Mr. Miller, our interview with this woman has been concluded. She has absolutely no qualifications to be your assistant. She is just a housewife with no real work experience!" She gestured dismissively in my direction. A heavy silence hung in the air as Christian didn't respond immediately. His gaze lingered on me for a lingering moment, a spark of something flickering in those molten depths, before he turned to address the other interviewers. "Susan, George, let's hear your thoughts. What's your take
Melissa I stormed into Rachel's office, slamming the door behind me with a resounding bang. "You better have a damn good explanation for this, Rachel," I seethed, my eyes narrowing into slits. Rachel looked up from her computer, her eyes wide with surprise. "Melissa? What's going on?" "Bernice," I spat, my voice dripping with venom. "I heard she passed the interview. How could you let this happen?" Rachel swallowed nervously, her gaze darting away from mine. "I tried to stop it, Mel. But it's out of my hands. The interviewers were impressed with her qualifications and experience." A harsh laugh escaped my lips. "Impressed? That useless trophy wife couldn't impress a goldfish." I leaned in closer, my eyes narrowing. "I thought I made myself clear, Rachel. I want her gone. Out of this company and out of my way." Rachel fidgeted in her seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "Melissa, I understand, but it's not that simple. Fed... he recommended her for the position." My
Bernice In the Park Slope neighborhood stepped from lush Prospect Park. A vintage style villa with classic brownstone design was located here. Dad bought it with the first pot of money he made, and then he and mom married here, started a family, and had me. I have memories of hide-and-seek in every corner of the villa, and have enjoyed the four seasons of New Yorkpanoramic views of its skyline from the terrace.It has felt more like a haven to me than any other place on the planet. Here, it seems, I've been playing the role of the willful, right-or-wrong child, and they've always been the best parents in the world. When I got home, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Stephen enjoying their afternoon tea. Mom and Dad had endless things to say. They were the sweetest couple I had ever seen. I can't help but imagine what Mom would have been like in the world of my last life, after Dad's heart attack and my death by Melissa. She had a soft heart and that must have turned her into a broken one. It n
Bernice It turns out our new neighbor is not only courteous but also skilled in the culinary arts. Our dinner expanded to include Christian's version of stew, steak, and onion soup. Mom wanted to not keep our guests too busy, so I was forced to be Christian's helper while he cooked. As soon as she left, I whirled around to face Christian, my eyes narrowing. "Alright, Christian, spill. What's your game here? Why would a hotshot CEO like you be living in this quaint little neighborhood?" Christian chuckled, leaning against the counter with an infuriatingly casual grace. "Bernice, you wound me. Do you really think so little of me?" I crossed my arms, my stance defiant. "Can you blame me? You show up out of nowhere, charming your way into my family's life. It's a bit convenient, don't you think?" He pushed off the counter, taking a step closer. His piercing gray eyes bore into mine, as if trying to read my very thoughts. "Sometimes, things aren't as complicated as they seem, Bern
BerniceI slipped my work laptop into my Birkin bag, followed by my notebook. I've kept the habit of using paper and pen. During my first week of job training, they proved useful.Fed entered without knocking. I reminded myself to lock the door next time."Bernie, why aren't you eating breakfast?" He was dressed in a silver-gray suit today. Classic Fed. Fed liked attire that made him stand out. Fairly, Fed managed his physique well. he was fit, muscular. But behind that was his disrespectful, hypocritical nature, just as he barged into my room."Morning, Fed." I closed my bag, "I'm not hungry.""You need to eat," he raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards my chest, "I like you fuller."Fed was pleased with his flirtation. But all I felt was disgust. There had been no sex between us since my rebirth. I couldn't bear any possibility of having to lie beneath Fed again. I needed to divorce him faster. I responded coldly, "I like my body. Don't worry. There are plenty of voluptuous women out