Just as Lucien had ordered, Vicky tried her best to brief Brianna on what to do for her first day of training. To the old lady's surprise, Brianna was not even bothered at all. She took notes on every detail Vicky was telling her then when Vicky was done, she checked her memo and recited them all to Vicky for clarifications or corrections if there were any. But to Vicky was even more puzzled. She felt like Brianna is trying to toughen herself, but then she couldn't be sure. She left Brianna on her temporary desk and went to report to her boss. "How is our trainee?" Lucien did not wait for Vicky to open up the conversation. As soon as she got in, closed the door, and made sure of their privacy, he punched in his curiosity. "She is doing very good. Or should I say, she is doing perfectly?" Vicky frowned as she reported. Her facial expressions
“Hop in, sir!” She awkwardly smiled. Brianna did not know if she should be grateful for trusting her or if she should curse him for being so vulnerable in her grasp. Had he been the very person of her target, she would have done avenging her parents’ death already. But, since he is just supposed to be a prop, a stepping stone, she cannot act as harshly as she wanted to. Lucien found it funny that someone, his employee, although not officially yet, and a lady to top it all, spoke to him in a casual way. Telling him to hop in, in his own car, a luxury car! He should have been offended, but looking at her being all fingers and thumb, he couldn’t help but snortle instead. He was somehow enjoying seeing her less confident. It makes her look more adorable in his eyes. Like it was a challenge for him to make her feel less confident around him. Brianna was not
“What?” Brianna was startled. What just happened? She was so confused, but she hurriedly followed as she could see him getting off the car. It was a busy street, and as a luxury car, pulling over on the side of the road was too eye-catching. People were even murmuring, asking if this is a movie scene shooting they were watching right at the moment. Brianna swiftly got off the car, and before Lucien could reach her side, she was already out of it, standing next to the door, sight following her boss’ every step towards her. She was looking right at him when she suddenly jumped. And at full tilt, she grabbed him and jumped with him in her holds towards the pedway. Then a loud crashing sound came after it… “Fuck!” She couldn’t help cursing. She almost got hit by that car, saving him. Saving her enemy’s grandson. She was almost crying as disappointment and
Brianna woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was a bright, well-ventilated room. The fresh air coming in from the windows makes the refined sheer curtains dance in soft wave movements. She rubbed her eyes. She was trying to analyze what situation she is in now. She looked around. "It's definitely not a hospital." She murmured. "Not my room either." She tried to check if she was bound or restrained. Her instincts were usually like this. Being in constant danger due to her profession, she always prepares her mind for any possibilities of being caught off guard and captured by her enemies. She realized she wasn't. "Just what the hell is going on?" Just then, the door opened, and Lucien Michaelson came in with a glass of fresh juice. "Hey, how do you feel?" He asked very nicely. So kindly that Brianna cannot even believe it. "Thirsty...?" She slowly sat up and answered his question like she wasn't sure what to really say. She
Before Lucien could make a call to the number sent by Vicky, Doctor Jacobs came almost running in his direction. He must have been told where he should go when he arrived at the Villa's door. Lucien brought Brianna to one of his guests' rooms. Lucien blocked the door seeing the doctor was about to knock and enter. "Wait," Lucien stood with his back and right hand on the doorknob. "I was told it's urgent. Why are you blocking the way?" Doctor Jacobs, who didn't even bother greeting him, was glaring as he asked. 1 "It is, but you can't just barge in. She sweats a lot, so Nanna is helping her get changed right now, Jerk!" Lucien retorted back. They were friends. They went to the same school until college, although they had different majors. Lucien took BMA while Clark Jacobs took Medicine. They are almost like brothers. It must have been because they are both only an only child from a well-off family that they seem to hit
Clark shook his head in disbelief. She still had the title of his profession on his name when Nana called his name. Lucien was faintly smiling at the two. Nanna never changes, just like Clark never giving up. This conversation had happened many, many times before, but the results never seemed to change. He got into the room first, and he was astonished to see Brianna in his white shirt. It was definitely a different sight from how she looked earlier. It warms his heart that she looked so divine and serene in white, plus the fact that it was his shirt. He walked briskly to reach her bed faster than Clark and made sure the duvet neatly covered her. Nanna and Clark, who noticed him walking briskly, thought something happened, so their gaze followed him with a worried look. Clark blinked his eyes in disbelief, seeing Lucien so cautiously covering the lady on the bed with the duvet. Clark gave Nanna a questioni
Lucien led Clark towards his study room. He was still looking worried and so silent. The young doctor was quietly observing his friend's unusual behavior. He was actually amused at how a cold man like Lucien Michaelson can be changed by such a beauty in a very quick span of time. If he was not mistaken, he heard Lucien said, they just met earlier today. But things had been so fast. Maybe Lucien is only guilty, thinking he brought this misfortune upon the lady. But Clark can sense something more than that. He wasn't so sure, but he thinks the guilty feeling is absolutely present, but there is more than that. More than just feeling guilty. Maybe and hopefully, cupid's bow hit his friend's heart right in the middle, and now he is smitten. Hopefully. Clark was right to notice Lucien is too quiet. The young Michaelson was actually all ears listening if he would hear Brianna scream or cry even from a dista
Only Lucien and the sleeping Brianna were left in the very spacious guest room when the nanny went to do as her boss had asked her to. Lucien walked over to the bed. He cannot take his eyes off the serene and peaceful beauty with her long, curly raven-black hair, which was in a bun earlier this morning, now freely spread all over the white covered pillow she was lying into. She has milky white skin from her face down to her neck, and as his eyes traced down her exposed skin, he noticed a line of a scar under the end of the shirt's left sleeve. Not really sure how long it was, but he can tell it wasn't where it ends. And with the thick scar it appeared to be, he can also tell it was from a serious wound. "Could she have had an accident while racing?" He thought as he remembered she said she was a racer by heart. And then, he realized something. "I need to know more about her," he was thinking about calling his secretary Vic