LOGIN“Hello, Jeremy.” The lady said while walking towards him. She had a mousy, bespectacled young man walking alongside her. The suitcase he was holding seemed bigger compared to him. “Hello, Grace,” Jeremy said, a hint of apprehension in his voice. She was now standing just a few inches from her, and you could feel the cold intimidation pouring from her. “I bet you’ve met my assistant, Benjamin Baker,” she said, gesturing towards the mousy man. “Of course I have. It's a pleasure to meet you again, Ben,” Jeremy said, shaking the young man's hand. “Likewise, Mr Hastings”“So, shall we?” Grace asked, clasping her hands together. “Sure,” Jeremy said, gesturing towards the airport exit. He took the suitcase from Ben and walked ahead. Ben opened the door for Grace and got into the back while Jeremy loaded the suitcase into the trunk. “So, home, I presume?” Jeremy asked as he got into the car. “Yes, please. Although I would much rather get to the company first, it's almost closing time, and we
“Mom, you can't just make plans on my behalf as much as you please. I should have known; you practically begging me to go to Bali with you out of the blue was suspicious as heck! How could you try to hook me up with Casper? Does my opinion mean nothing to you, Mom?” Eline said, fuming with anger. “What are you on about, sugar plum? I would never do that to you. I simply wanted us to have some simple mother-daughter time. Is that too much to ask?” Ingrid said innocently.“Please come off it, Mom! Your antics do not work on me. I know it's you trying to set me up with Casper, so stop lying to my face. I am no fool.” Finding herself cornered, Ingrid threw her hands up in exasperation. “Fine, Eline, fine! Yes, I tried to set you up with Casper. Now, is that so bad? All I want is to see my baby girl happy and in love.” “I am happy, Mom. I don't need you going behind my back setting up blind dates. I'm not a child; I'm 27, for crying out loud. You need to respect me too.” Tears were startin
His chest was thumping so hard you could hear it from miles away. Having his sister back home isn't exactly the sweet reunion anyone would hope for. You see, Grace Chadly is really the sweetest person to have walked the earth. Her heart was just as cold and unyielding as her father. Jeremy has always been at loggerheads with Grace. They barely ever agreed on anything, and she always took the side of their father. And Arthur never failed to make it known that Grace was the only one of his children who disgraced him the least. And when he suggested a marriage of convenience between her and Walter Gray, she was all too eager to accept and please her father.Jeremy always wished that Grace was born a boy; maybe his father wouldn't be so hard on him. Even though Grace was set to be the chairwoman of the family's business, Jeremy still had to be front and center as Grace had to travel quite often. Having her back in two days' time was really putting him in a nervous situation, so much so th
“Mom! Stop! Please. I’m quite busy right now and can’t go on a vacation with you to Bali for two whole weeks. I literally just had a launch, and my brand needs me now more than ever,” Eline said, impatience dripping from her tone. “Really, sugar plum? You never do anything fun with your mother; sometimes I feel you just hate me,” Ingrid De Beaufort said sullenly. “Mom, I don't hate you. You know I could never hate you. I'd love to go on a beautiful vacation with you, but I just can't afford to do that right now. Please try to be understanding of my predicament,” Eline said pleadingly. “You know, sugar plum, I've always wanted a daughter. I love your brother to high heavens, but I was a bit sad when he came, and I saw that he was a boy. I was inconsolable for months. Your father had to buy me a Lady Dior to make me feel better.”Eline rolled her eyes at the words of her mother. Ingrid can be quite vapid sometimes, but she's sweet and well-meaning. She's just out of touch most times. “M
“Have you learnt nothing? All the time and effort I put into making you a bright and worthy successor seems to be a waste!” Arthur Hastings barked, looking menacingly at Jeremy. The veins on his neck were popping and threatening to burst. “At 27, I already shook the Queen's hand because of how outstanding I was. My father could go to bed, rest assured that I could carry the family business without failing, but what do I get? A sorry excuse of a son who couldn't even beat his competitors by a strong margin. How am I supposed to stand in front of my peers? I am utterly disappointed at your inability once more, Jeremy Hasting!”Jeremy looked utterly devastated and ready to flip, with burning anger in his eyes; he stood up ready to face his father until his mother stepped in. “You must realise, Arthur, that Jeremy is doing his absolute best. I mean, the boy is running the family business alongside his sister; what's more? He's also running his own business, and he has been doing amazing o
“Miss Ridley, can you please get me the Brandon files? Also get me a cup of coffee, black, no sugar. Thank you,” the dark voice said. Miss Ridley scurried into the office with the files. She dropped the files and scurried to hand the coffee to the man. Because she was so terrified, she spilled a few hot drops onto his hands, and she nearly died. “I am terribly sorry mr hastings, I am so sorry.” “It's all right, Amelie. Get me a wet wipe,” the man said, dismissing her with a wave of his palm. She scurried off to get a wet wipe from her desk.Not that her boss was some sort of monster; far from it. Normally, he was quite cool and considerate, but today was different. He just had a meeting with his father, who came to the office unannounced and spent the next few minutes berating his son. Naturally, this drove her boss into a rage. But he was the considerate boss that he is. He never transferred his aggression to his staff.She quickly brought him the wet wipes, apologizing profusely onc







