MasukARDYN.
I hated anything that had to do with disorderliness. I wouldn’t call it an obsession, but I had standards; most people failed to meet. A female employee of mine walked into my building this morning in the most disgusting form of color combination I had ever seen, I just couldn’t, she had to be fired. Now, looking outside the window of my office, I had seen yet another lady, but this one just had too much food in her mouth she had to be escorted off my property.
“Mr. Lane?”
“What is it, Ellie?”
“The SAN’s company are yet to respond, and we don’t have any more time to waste. I came for your approval to go ahead with L enterprise.” Ellie said, looking down after her statement. I wouldn’t say I was scary, but I wasn’t friendly. I couldn’t stand some betrayal after or whatsoever. It’s best to keep your enemies close.
“Alright, contact Mr. SAN and tell him the deal is off. Then make a new deal with L enterprise. Give them twenty-four hours, if not; the deal is off. The same thing for every other company till we find a good alliance. Am I understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Don’t mess this up.”
“I won’t.” And she left.
Ellie was a very good partner. She was so good I had to make her my Personal Assistant. She knew how to make and cancel deals, those of no importance or alliance with the company. She was punctual, obedient and orderly, all the qualities I needed in a personal assistant but there was just one thing stopping me from giving her a full hundred percent. She had a crush on me.
Rumors at the company spread faster than anything. That was the one thing going on in the company, I was updated on ‘naturally’. I couldn’t stand my name being on everyone’s tongue, talk more of a scandal that had so much potential in ruining so many business deals. Nope, not happening.
I left my office quite early. I had a meeting to attend to, one that consisted of many politicians, CEOs, and self-made multi-millionaires. It was a big opportunity for me to expand my company and businesses. I would have loved if Mr. SAN co-operated well enough for us to be good alliance, it would have been a lot easier going into this meeting now, but I wasn’t one to beg. Delay is Denial on my end.
ZYRA.
I woke up this morning in the best mood I could possibly force myself to be in, because today? We were going to be seeing a lot of disappointments but rich ones. As someone who knows how hard it took to get here, I tend to be more serious, more in control, it helps me to be confident and in charge of everything around me. I seem more intimidating and unapproachable, just how I liked it. I got to the venue where the meeting was scheduled for, everywhere was filled with people. Some greetings, some laughing within themselves, some angry waiting for the meeting to start, and there was me, alone.
I never really had friends; I was always bullied, called names, been the back-up friend, third wheeling, never belonged, so, I found peace in solitude. It gets lonely sometimes but it’s just right.
“Sorry for the delay, we are to begin now.” A guy announced. I couldn’t start to take notes of their names.
“About time.” A blonde from the back shouted quite literally, to everyone’s hearing. She was alone, just like I was. Something about her just made me like her, maybe, her courage or rudeness, but she reminded me of myself, in some way.
After she made her frustration visible enough to those in charge of the supposed ‘meeting’, we finally got started. It was one meeting alright. People after people saying what they thought would help businesses, some disagreeing and objecting, some stating some facts, and there was me, just quietly listening to what everyone had to say. Personally, I agreed with most of the things that were said but that didn’t warrant me to get up to give my own opinions.
This meeting got boring really quickly after people decided to actually coordinate. No more objections or noise. It wasn’t something that happened naturally, everyone seemed to be quiet because a certain 6ft maybe 2 young man was talking. It was so insane to me. Do people still do that? I couldn’t be in an environment where licking people’s asses was a thing. I was leaving.
“Nobody is meant to move around when I’m speaking.” I guess the young man on stage had so much on his tongue, but I didn’t stop what I was doing, I just took a little more time, than usual. From adjusting the two-piece skirt and jacket I wore, to running my hands through my hair, to making sure my heels were clicking, to finally reapplying my lip gloss before taking my bag and heading out the door. I just couldn’t see myself giving the man a reply, so I left.
ARDYN.
Women were just built differently. Like for instance, the lady that just left. That was the highest form of disrespect I’d ever gotten in a public gathering before. It was like she didn’t acknowledge the fact that everyone acknowledged me, like she didn’t care. I’d never seen a structure like hers in any of the meetings I’d attended. She was new, but that didn’t justify her rudeness.
“As previously mentioned, I am now in alliance and co-operating with Ward Industries. I expect today’s proceedings to reflect the level of excellence we are known for. This alliance represents purpose and I trust that each person here understands the value of what we’re about to begin; and with that, I leave the rest to Ward.” I didn’t have much to say because I was distracted by a certain brunette that just ignored my presence; therefore, I rounded up my speech. Mr. Ward was the best option, business-wise, out of all other options. L didn’t respond in time, so I just had to go with him. He had different stores in his name, was a good business partner from the quick research I did on him, and he had no bad review that I knew of. That could risk everything I’d worked so hard for.
I couldn’t see myself focusing on the meeting anymore, so I headed outside for one, a little fresh air, and two, I wanted to know who she was.
ARDYN. I was anxious, nervous, shy, almost tense even. It was finally happening and I can say it was long overdue. I replayed everything in my head. From the first day she walked out on me, to the first day I heard her name, to the day I finally saw her at Deans, to the day she came to work and challenged me, to finding her stress ball and sending it back to her office saying it was a toy to spite her. Forcing her to be my plus one, her finally putting me in my place after putting up with my bullshit for a full week, her calling me Cariño for the first time, us going at it every time she came into my office, me calling her Princess to spite her but it now being the best name ever. Me being captivated by her for the first time after she refused to follow the rules I had given her for the art event. Her not giving Ward any form of acknowledgement, and I can say it's worth it now. Helping her for the first time by sending the man away. Becoming jealous seeing the way o
ZAYLEN. It's been two whole weeks. Two weeks of waiting to see what trick Ward will pull. Two weeks still attending meetings with him while pretending like we knew nothing. Two weeks of Ardyn trying so hard not to blow our cover by punching him in the face. I wanted to punch him, too. Asides all this, I had better things to keep me occupied than finding more devastating news about our insane business partner. Things like being with Gold for up to twelve hours a day. Using the remaining twelve hours to reminisce about the previous twelve hours I'd just spent with her, and if any hours remained after that, I'd use it to prepare myself for the next twelve hours I'd spend with her. Speaking of the love of my life, I happen to recall that I'm not the love of her life as that space has been occupied by the woman I used to get the love of my life, who just happens to be every one's favorite. Zyra. Gold could lay her life for that woman and as such, since I do no
RYNNELLE. "Girl what the fuck!" Zee looked like a mess coming home this morning. It was fucking past ten. "Where were you? I called more than fifty times? What happened to your hair?" This girl was just smiling from ear to ear. "Speak bitch. I would've filled out a missing person's report if Zay didn't say he heard noises coming from your office and Lane wasn't in his." You could see the blush on her cheeks. "Girl!" I was dying of suspense. And she wasn't making this any easier. I definitely wanted to know what went on in that office for her hair to be this messed up. "Ree!" The excitement. "We finally made love bitch!" It erupted. We held hands, screamed, and just kept jumping around. Finally. I thought it was never going to happen. And the fact Zee hadn't slept with anyone for almost a year. I would say her hair being messed up shows that it was worth it. "Girl! I need all the details." What in the world. We were both finally having great sex. The world is worth
ZYRA. What a slightly horrible day at work this was. I came to work today in high and clear spirits, only to be met with the love of my life trying to speak Spanish to me to possibly rage bait me. I was indeed ragebaited. Eric didn't even know how to speak Spanish so where was all this fucked up conclusions coming from? I just sighed and spun my chair again for the twentieth time since I came back to my office. I didn't like this floor one bit. I could see him in his office and everything he does, and everyone that walked in. It was annoying. Especially on days like this. I wish I could just... wait. I got up, walked to the door, and shut it. I just realized I can do whatever I want. To keep myself busy, I went down memory lane as I laid back in my chair and shut my eyes. "Abuela, mira. Una mariposa. Es hermoso (Grandma, look. A butterfly. It's beautiful.)" I spun around dancing while letting the breeze touch my face. "Igual que tú, mi hermosa chica
ARDYN. It's been four days and Princess and I haven't squashed our differences. Asides from speaking to her everyday while still being upset, I've learnt a few Spanish terms. One ¿Cómo estás? Which means "How are you". Two ¿Cómo estuvo tu noche? Which means "How was your night?". And finally, three Realmente no respondiste a mi pregunta sobre si habla español o no. Which means "You didn't really answer my question on whether he speaks Spanish or not." I was doing good for a first timer. I saw Princess come in today and as usual, she looked beautiful. I loved her hairstyle and I'm sure Gold had a hand in it. It suited her. I was still pissed so I returned to work instead of looking at her from my camera. Since Princess's mom came to NYC, I've been doing some research on the file that was dropped on my desk a few months ago. Gold had pulled me aside and asked about me knowing Princess's mom's name and I had to tell a lie that Princess mentioned it once. I thought she wou
RYNNELLE. "He has serious jealousy issues and it's fucked. It's been how many days now and he's still speaking to me like I was the one that called Eric here in the first place." I shook my head as I watched Zee pace around the room on the phone with her mom. For starters, I think Zee was a bit mean or slightly rude to us all three days ago. She couldn't understand what we meant by she had to calm down. It was always the same thing every time. If I was the man watching from a distance how my plan was coming into place, I would never stop haunting her. I'd level up my game even and that's what he was doing. First, it was Lyle, then Mike, and now Eric. He was moving slowly but covered a vastly greater distance than what anyone could ever sit and put together. He was using these men as distractions to make Zee lose her guard and she fell for it every time. It was disappointing. Especially knowing that she has overcome him so many times so why the weakness now? Sec
ZYRA.After leaving the hall, I didn’t feel like going home so I drove to a bar nearby, to treat myself. I mean, it wasn’t easy being in a meeting for approximately two hours without saying anything. While waiting for the bartender I noticed a blonde on my righ
ZYRA.It’s a very crazy thing to believe a man could love you like you love yourself, or even more. That was why the thought of being by myself for the rest of my life didn’t sound like a bad idea after all. The thought of a man feeling like “You are nothing without me?” makes my stomach turn. The
ZYRA. Throughout the weekend was amazing, Riri, a name I came up with last minute, really did her thing and planned our weekend. We went hiking, which was so stressful but fun. We tried different restaurants and new meals, some that we both hated and some we loved and will try again, we dre
ARDYN.The event of the afternoon was uneventful after two men were seen fighting over a piece that was so ridiculous, I had to buy it to stop the feud. They stopped after realizing what I had done, but it was a little late considering the number of people that had left th







