"What are you doing." Mila turned around and put her hands on her hips in annoyance when Ezra suddenly closed her office door and locked it. He walked over to Mila while shoving his hands in his pockets. "We'll talk. You must have a lot of things you want to ask.” “Since when did you become part of the Light Corp? Is this your idea to cooperate with my company?” “I saw an opportunity that promised huge profits. Having a company that makes a lot of money is good for keeping myself busy in between jobs for my clients.” Ezra smirked sarcastically. “I don't want to hear any nonsense from you, Ezra. Leave me alone. Don't disturb my life again." "We have a new project that will keep us attached." “I will reject this collaboration project. I'd better look for another investor.” "You can't." “Of course I can. I'll talk to Mr. Peterson. Go away.” Mila pushed Ezra's shoulder roughly, and tried to get out of her cramped room. But Ezra pulled her arm so hard that her stomach hit Ezra's
“Thanks for the lunch, Jayde.”"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy it and we can have lunch together another time.”"Well of course." But I hope not.Mila pretended to put on a fake smile in front of Jayde and got out of his car. This really sucks because she has to pretend that she's happy. To be honest having lunch with Jayde was great. He is a good and humorous man. It's just that she wasn't comfortable with the gazes of women when they saw her with Jayde. It might just be her feelings, but she felt like a hooker for jumping from one guy to another. Besides that she also thought about the threat that Ezra had left her. She just didn't want Jayde to get in trouble for asking her out to lunch.“Mr. Peterson, wait!”Coincidentally Mr. Peterson was just getting into the elevator and returning to his office after lunch. Mila tried to walk fast to approach Mr. Peterson while supporting her aching hips."What's wrong, Ms. Milla?""Call me just Mila, ok?""Okay. What is it, Mila?"They both
The bistro is one block from the hospital. The owner is a former five-star hotel chef who is tired of working under the pressure of a grumpy hotel manager. With a little severance pay, he was determined to open this bistro. His motivation was to ridicule the former manager who had mocked him when he decided to resign. But starting a business is not easy at first. He has to work hard to attract customers and think about marketing tactics in order to attract customers to eat at his restaurant. It was only after six months that he was able to bring in a steady number of customers every day. The bistro's most famous dish is the linguini pasta. He developed his own concoction recipe over the years until he found the perfect composition, which all Chicagoans loved. “Two linguini pastas. And for me brandy. What do you want Mila?” “Mix berry juice.” "Very well, your orders will be ready in twenty minutes." The waiter nodded politely and walked quickly towards the fat man with the mustach
After meeting Jonas and talking about many pleasant things, Mila feels that her feelings are lighter now. She walked into her apartment like nothing heavy had been on her shoulders. She had even forgotten all of Ezra's threats this afternoon to her. And her decision to cancel the agreement is getting stronger. Tomorrow she will tell the truth to Mr. Peterson that she could not team up with Ezra Carlos because they were not compatible with each other. Well, that reason is quite sound and will silence Mr. Peterson of any questions as to why she would pass up such a great opportunity for another company that might not be giving her company as big a cash injection as Ezra would.Mila stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her unit. The hallway is a bit quiet because Mila only has three neighbors in this suite. And so far Mila hasn't actually met her three neighbours. She was sure the people living in this apartment must be busy people who probably only needed the apartment as a pl
"What the hell? None of these projects are profitable? We have to get the money before the end of the year because the bank bill is due soon!" Hunter slammed all the documents on the table and scolded his managers who were looking at him with deadpan eyes. "That's what happened four months ago. Our lucrative projects have been halted ever since the scandal surrounding Arnold's death hit the air. The government created a re-auction system, and our company lost. The company currently handling the project is Light Corp.” “Shit! Why all this happened and I don't know? My father never said anything to me.” Hunter ruffled his hair in frustration. He was almost crazy with all the problems that came pouring at him. And lately everyone in his office seems to distrust his leadership. After his father died, he had no shield to protect him anymore. He begins to hear unpleasant rumblings from his employees about the case of his death being faked. Then they had doubts about the death of his par
Milla opened her eyes and yawned widely. She straightened her body, then stretched her hands in the air while moving her neck from side to side to relieve the aches in the nape. She saw the bed beside her was empty. But the pillow Ezra used last night still made a dent in his head. Last night Ezra actually accompanied her all night. They talked on the balcony while waiting for the cleaning service to clean up all the mess that had happened in the kitchen and room. Mila is honestly happy because Ezra still cares about her. Ezra also promised to find the terrorizer and punish him as severely as possible for spreading terror on her. Mila smiled gently imagining their conversation last night. If only Ezra had made such a good impression from the start. Then their kisses. Good grief! Mila's cheeks flushed remembering the kiss. She had never been kissed so tenderly before. Especially by Ezra. So far, Ezra always kissed her brutally, as if Ezra was angry when he kissed her. But last night
At eight o'clock Mila was dropped off by Ezra in front of her office. Today they started the morning smoothly. No fighting, no arguing. Ezra had promised to pick up Mila this afternoon at five. Besides that, Ezra didn't say anything about where he was going to track down the terrorizer. Mila also did not try to find out. She didn't want to ruin their beautiful day this morning. The first time they were together and without arguing. In fact everything is sweet stuff. “Ms. Milla?" “Oh, Mr. Peterson. Nice coincidence." Mr. Peterson walked with wide steps toward Mila who was standing in front of the elevator. "Good morning. It's a coincidence that you're here, Mr. Peterson. I want to talk about the deal with Light Corp.” "Are you sure you want to cancel it? It's a shame to throw away a company as good as Light Corp." “No, I thought otherwise this morning. We will continue our agreement. You're right, I should try to team up with them.” Mr. Peterson smiled with relief. The lines on
-00- Mila was checking a pile of financial reports when someone knocked on her office door quietly. "Come in." Mila's eyes did not move from the pile of documents. She was poring over every financial data, comparing the numbers from the first month to this month, then calculating any discrepancies. Everything seemed fine at first. But the more Mila reads and compares them, she knows that something odd is going on. The financial statements are manipulated. At least the company lost about five million dollars in a month which is not stated for what the money is for in this report. “Ms. Milla." “Mr. Peterson?" Mila raised her head, surprised that Mr. Peterson who came into her room. “Sit down. Why did you come to my room?" Mr. Peterson glanced at the documents scattered on Mila’s desk. The look in his eyes conveyed a deep regret. And as he sat himself up in the chair, he let out a heavy sigh. "You must have found irregularities in those financial reports." "Yes. And that's a ve