My husband, my enemy

Tracy Hall lay in the comforting hands of her enormous bed. Well, not her bed particularly but it was hers in the meantime. She was lodged in the hotel the previous evening by the anchors of the conference she was expected to speak in. It was already a few minutes past mid-afternoon but she was still soundly asleep. What would one expect? Through the night she had been busy surfing from one file to the other both the soft copies and the hard copies that her secretary had dropped for her. In addition to her official duties ,she spent quality time trying to scale through what she was supposed to talk on. The conference was actually hosted by a certain foundation that was built to encourage entrepreneurial advances in the minds of the younger people. And she had been called on specifically because in the eyes of the populace, she was a very good example to look upon. At the age of twenty-eight , she was already a successful person , though entirely successful as most of the success s

The next day had come as quickly as could not be imagined by Tracy. The level of anxiety over her had risen to a level where she too was very concerned about it. The group was under serious strain and could end up pulling apart , eventually. From the previous day till this very moment, her phone had not rested at all . Though she had set up a meeting with the board, there was a great doubt if she would be able to uphold that meeting. Just the previous day, she was at the hospital with her father and heard to her surprise that the Holy Empire was a resurrected Knox incorporation. Knox incorporations? The name Gregory Knox was one she would never forget in a jiffy . Greg was his classmate back then in school . He was the notorious one in the class. Everyone in the school knew him to be the casanova . However, it was more terrible to even conceive in his heart that he could add Tracy to one of his lists if conquests. Well, unfortunately for him, Tracy was not any of the casual ladies

An hour was wrapping up like it was just a mat. It was a very urgent situation and required urgent action. Tracy was already on the move. However, she knew she had not finished in time. What was one expecting? She was a woman. People do say men are the ones who don't need that much time to get themselves ready to head out. Well, Tracy would agree to that . She always felt good dressing up. Though not to take the whole time in the world to do that, she still felt like a queen staring at her elegance right through the mirror. " Can we go faster? " She muttered to herself. It was a statement rather directed to her car than to herself. " No way. We obviously can't. Those damned cops will have something on me." She let out a sigh and continued steering, increasing and decreasing the speed at intervals. It was almost an hour. She was close to the office, not close enough, though, when she got stuck in a traffic jam. " What the hell is this? " She said frustratingly, slamming he