Leila“Oh my gosh! That's terrible…. yes, thank you for calling me. I'll get someone down there as soon as I as possible.” I said to the operator on the other side of the phone, seemingly sympathetic, but as soon as the call ended, I shoved my phone aside and got on a different call.This time I couldn't sit still as I waited for the call to connect.“Mrs DeMarco?” Andre's assistant's soft voice filtered through.“Yes, Michelle, it's me. I need you to cancel everything on my schedule today and do one thing for me. I'll need you to call an emergency board meeting.”Silence followed my announcement. “Um, what?”“Are you deaf or incapable of following instructions?” I snapped out. “I said I need you to call for an emergency board meeting.”“I know, ma'am, but according to the way everything's lined out, only Mr. DeMarco has that power.”“Well, for information, Mr. Demarco is currently hospitalized and as per the rules, all executive power goes to the next in line, which, the last time I
LeilaThe way I wake up is a bit weird.Unlike everyone else, it's not a slow systematic reboot of my organ but more like a power switch.One moment, I'm asleep and the next, my eyes are wide open.Usually, I would pry myself out of bed but this time, I can't move.Because I'm being weighed down by a large hand.Jorge.Huffing an annoyed breath, I grabbed his arm and flung it off my body, rolling the sheets down.He awoke with a groan, holding his arm but I don't pay him any heed.My feet slide into the soft, luxurious slipper at the base of the bed while I clamber to my feet, taking the robe that hangs off a chair.“Well, good morning darling,” A sexy ass Mexican drawl drips from Jorge's mouth, tempting me back to bed but I ignored it, heading straight for the bathroom.Once I was safe behind the door, I shed the mask that I presented to everyone, including Jorge, allowing myself a couple of minutes to just be.Being the only child of two eccentric, self-absorbed, and controlling peo
BrittneyBy the time I had passed the entrance doors and was walking down to the receptionist area, there were no signs of Claire which meant that I had to figure out where Andre was by myself.Unfortunately, the nurses were swamped with an emergency and no one paid attention to me which meant I had to wander down the halls.Since I knew that the incident was severe and Andre was in the ICU, all that was left was for me is to narrow it down.Unfortunately, I got lost and took a wrong turn which ended me in the psychiatric ward.Realizing my mistake, I asked for directions and took the next turn that was supposed to lead me back to the elevator and that was when I saw him.Jason Bloom.I did a double take confused and for a second that was about to shrug it off thinking that it could not be him.I've left the man over 20 voice messages and text and at the back of my mind I thought he was busy putting out fires when he's right here?His back was to me as he engaged in a heated conversat
A few hours earlier…BrittneyAfter we saw the news on TV, we ran back to Claire's place.Ever since we got back, she's been on the phone, talking to several people.She's trying to get to the bottom of it and figure out what happened.On my end, I reached out to the lawyer on the case, Bloom, to demand an explanation, but I couldn't get across to him.We had an agreement that if I was going to be on his case and testify, then it would be done behind closed court.The last thing I wanted was to hurt his business and the thousands of employees he caters to.“I don't care who you have to bulldoze, but I need answers, okay?” Claire was busy yelling into her phone. “What the hell is going on? Why can't I reach my mother?” There was a brief pause in which she listened to what the person on the other side of the phone line had to say. “I don't care if the house is burning, tell her to call me back. This is important.”After she hung up, I reached forward to pull her down to the couch. “You
AndreI drifted in and out of consciousness, blinding pain bouncing all around my skull.At first, all I heard were voices accompanied by darkness and the lights.Bright, harsh lights that felt like needles drilling into my brain.I felt a hard, metal surface underneath my body, the entire ground beneath me shaking or maybe it was just in my head.Then came the smell of ammonia and bleach, strong and pungent drifting across my nose.I didn't know if hours or minutes had passed the next time I woke but I was more lucid and the pain in my head had lessened.I managed to twist my head to the side, noticing hooks with IV lines embedded in them throughout my skin, several parts of my arm were bandaged and I couldn't feel my left side.Just what the hell had happened?Falling to my back, I sucked in deep, structured breaths, trying to recall the last thing I remember.Gemma Walker.The name jumps into my brain with the force of a train, kickstarting a whole course of events.Holy shit, I wa
AndreI made a mistake.I underestimated Leila's fury.Exhausted from work the previous day, I went to bed falling asleep with my phone on silent because I didn't want to be disturbed.That wasn't a good idea.I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming on my face from the open curtains, and my phone buzzing like a madman underneath my pillow.Popping open one eye, I searched for the phone, still half asleep.For shits sake, I swear to God if this isn't important I'm in the mood to fire someone.Once I had retrieved my phone, I glanced at the caller ID, noticing that it was Michelle. “What the hell is it? Can't you see that it's just past 8:00 in the morning?!”“That's kind of why I am calling you sir.” Her voice was shaky which was the first sign I knew that something was wrong. “Have you checked the news today?”“No, I haven't because I was still sleeping. You woke me up.” I grunted, rolling out of bed.Placing the call on speaker, I searched around for my pants. “What's goin