LOGINFinally, Jeff stepped out of the office with Patrick behind him. Naomi's eyes searched her boss's office to see Damon in his seat, staring right at her.
Was that a smirk? What sick game is he playing now? “I have an announcement every nine,” Jeff said and the staff gathered around. It was only a matter of minutes before every staff member in the company made their way to the design department. The hallway was full of expectant people, desperate to keep their jobs. “ This company is now a subsidiary of the Hilton empire. I was able to Reigate the terms and they will be keeping the staff, you guys. So no one is getting fired.” There was an audible sigh of relief from everyone, they all thought they would be losing their jobs! “The new administration, however, will be laying down new rules, something quite different from what you're used to here,” Patrick announced, earning silence throughout the hall. “My name is Patrick and I'm Mr Damon Sinclair's Personal assistant.” The hall erupts in whispers and chatters once more. “I am sure we're all aware of the departmental presentations that will take place. You have the rest of the week to get it done. Like Mr Jeff stated, there will be new rules and a few of you will be transferred to a different branch.” Naomi took in a shaky breath, this is really happening! Her boss sold the company to Damon! “That will be all for now. The head of departments and their assistants are to report to the CEO's office in thirty minutes.” Patrick took his leave, leaving Jeff and the staff in the hallway. “Mr Jeff, why did you sell the company?” Someone asked. “My thoughts exactly.” Jeff smiled. “I assure you, you're all in good hands. That I can assure you.” Jeff takes a slight bow in apology. “I'm really sorry.” Jeff walks out, leaving everyone more confused than ever. Naomi exhales and returns back to her office, Soonie right beside her. “But it makes no sense! Why didn't he fire everyone? He's doing this on purpose isn't he?” Naomi exhales. “I don't know him well enough to understand his motives, Soonie.” “You think he has a reason for doing this? A motivation? Whatever the reason is, it’s dumb!” Naomi settles in her seat. “I have thirty minutes to prepare. I don't know why he wants to see the team leads and their assistant..” Tita approaches Nomis desk, a frown on her face. “You heard the announcement right?” “Yes, I'm trying to…” “Don't bother coming! You're just an assistant, what could he possibly want to discuss with you?” Tota asked. “But he said he wants to see..” “And I said stay back! You're a disgrace to our department! The last thing I want is to present a divorcee as my assistant! It's quite embarrassing!” Tota works away and slams the door behind her. Soonie groans. “I want to smash her head against a wall so badly!” she gritted. “Just ignore her and do as she says,” Naomi replied. If there's one thing she's learned from working with Tita, do never disobey her instructions, or you'll have yourself to blame for it. “Really? Patrick said he wants to sew both the department heads and their assistants! What if she's trying to get you fired?” Soonie reminded. She had a point. She's not the company owner, so why should she listen to her? “You worked so hard to get into this company, worked your way into being a team lead only for that pest to take credit for your work! If only you stand your ground on other things besides that man you call husband!” Naomi glanced at Soonie who rolled her eyes. She had a point and she knew it. “I need to start preparing for the departmental presentations. I have a lot on my hands right now.” Soonie made her way to her desk, muttering under her breath. “Of course you do.” ♡♡♡ Thirty minutes later, every department head and their respective assistants hurried to the board room to meet with Damon. Naomi gould see the panic on their faces as they all walked past her work area. “You need to hurry up! Who knows, they might just fore us for showing up late, worse still, not showing up at all!” A team leader said to his assistant who is struggling to balance a dozen files he had in hand. Tota strolls out of her office, not sparing Naomi a glance. Naomi bit her lower lips, stopping herself from asking Tita if she could attend the meeting too. She already said no. And she pretty much gave her her reason, which made no sense, by the way. Naomi glanced at Soonie’s desk but it was empty. Probably in the restroom. She gets out of her seat, garbage a few folders, and heads straight for the meeting! Tita didn't have the power to fire her; there was no point in taking her so-called instructions seriously. She made it in time but she made sure to stay far away from Tita to avoid drama. Damon was addressing the crowd and the look in his eyes was rather intimidating. “I'll make this quick. It is true I made a bargain with Mr Jeff before signing the documents but that doesn't mean I won't fire you if I deem you incompetent. Hilton Empire didn't become number one out of luck; it got there through hard work and intelligence. And that can only be if the staff do their jobs well! There will be a commendation. For your hard work, we're thinking of doubling your pay and including other benefits. But…” His eyes landed on Naomi in the crowd and narrowed on her. She stares him down; she did nothing wrong! “The presentation is to give work reports on what you've achieved thus far, and if you're not productive, I will fire you. Regardless of who you are.” Naomi narrowed her eyes on him, there's no way he's referring to her in this case! “Am I clear Mrs Naomi Pearl?” All eyes turned toward her as well as the dark, angry gaze of Tita.Damon didn’t remember the walk back to his office.The board was in chaos after Jack's arrest and he was forced to postpone whatever this was and address them once he understands what's going on. How did the police find evidence on Jack? He was still discussing with Caleb the last time he stopped by his house…The office door closed behind him. Patrick remained standing a few steps back, hands folded in front of him. The past few days have been difficult because of Naomi's demise. He had shed a few tears himself, recalling how sweet she had been and how much she brightened the life of his grumpy boss. Damon crossed the room slowly, dropping his phone onto the desk without looking at it. He stood there for a long moment, palms resting against the polished surface, head bowed slightly. Patrick wanted to speak but he couldn't find the right words to say. He'd taken him a lot to get Damon down to the office as soon as he learned Jack had called for a secret meeting. Now, the issue h
Jack stood in front of the mirror in his private office in Pearl, suit jacket already on, tie knotted, staring at his reflection. His phone lay on the counter, face down. He was yet to receive a response from the driver and it's been over four hours. He clenched the edge of the sink until his knuckles whitened; did he run to the cops like he said? He straightened his cuffs, smoothed his jacket. He had men in the police station who would call him if anything happened.Jack walked towards the door, today was for something else. “Cancel my next meeting,” Jack said as he passed his assistant. “And find the driver.”The assistant hesitated. “Sir?”“Find him,” Jack repeated, voice low. “And make sure he doesn’t speak to anyone. Ever.”The assistant nodded. “Yes, sir.”Jack picked up the folder prepared for the board meeting and headed for the elevator. The company bylaws were clear. A CEO deemed emotionally unstable could be removed by a majority vote. Damon had handed him that opportu
Victor didn’t sit down.He stood near the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, eyes moving between Seraphine and Caleb like he was trying to make sense of a language he didn’t speak. “She’s alive?” Victor said again, slower this time.Maybe repeating the words would change the meaning. “You’re telling me Naomi is alive.”Seraphine nodded once.“And you both decided,” Victor continued, his voice tightening, “to keep that from Damon.”Caleb leaned back in his chair. “For now. Yes.” Victor exhaled sharply and turned away, pacing a few steps before stopping himself. His hand went to his temple, pressing hard.“You know what this will do to him if he finds out later,” Victor said. “You know how he’s been.”“That’s exactly why we didn’t tell him,” Seraphine replied. “Jack is watching everything. Damon included.”Caleb nodded, “I saw one of his men tailing us earlier. We lost him in the parking lot, switched cars.” Victor let out a bitter laugh. “So the solution is lying to him?”
Seraphine's grip on the steering seemed to tighten as she turned the corner, she couldn't do this anymore. She just couldn’t do it.She parked across the street and sat in the car for a moment longer than necessary, her hands still on the steering wheel even after the engine had gone quiet.She wasn’t angry.That was the strangest part.Anger would have been easier. Anger would have given her something to hold onto but what sat on her chest was guilt.“Fuck this.”She stepped out of the car and locked it, then crossed the street quickly.Inside, the building smelled faintly of dust and old paint. The hallway lights flickered on the moment she walked in. Seraphine climbed the stairs, her boots quiet against the concrete. She stopped at the third door on the left and knocked once.Then again before pushing the door open. Naomi stood at the other end of the room.She was thinner. Paler. There was a faint bruise near her temple that makeup hadn’t fully hidden, and her hair was pulled bac
Damon had not changed the sheets. They still smelled like her. It's been two weeks and the only thing the police managed to find was Naomi’s coat. Stained with blood. He had demanded that they continue the search.They had to find something, anything.. Damon refuses to accept she was gone until there's proof of that. A physical proof… The house was too quiet, like a dark cloud covered the mansion, refusing to go away. The staff moved quietly, avoided his study, and avoided his eyes. No one asked him anything anymore. No one offered condolences. That would mean they think she was really gone and he refuses to accept that. Damon sat in the study with the lights off, the city barely visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His phone lay on the desk in front of him. No missed calls. No messages. Nothing new from the police. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. And each day felt like a punishment without her. At some point, Patrick knocked but Damon didn’t
Naomi had insisted on going to work. She knew Damon had left hours ago, asking her to stay home, rest, and recover. He was right, she needed the break but she didn’t want people whispering behind her back, assuming she was skipping work because her husband was the CEO. She wanted to feel normal again. She asked the HR to give her a day off and she's to resume back to work today.That's more than enough rest and more than enough sexual escapades for one week even though she wouldn’t mind another. The city streets were busier than usual. Early morning sunlight reflected off the glass of office buildings, and the air smelled faintly of exhaust. Naomi’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles pale as her stomach growled. She’d barely eaten, and the exhaustion from the night before still clung to her.All thanks to Damon who couldn't keep his hands off her. She ignored her hunger, she'll help herself to a cup of coffee once she's settled. A deep beep startled her. Her
The rain had finally stopped by the time Naomi reached her office that morning, but the grayness hadn’t lifted.The city looked washed-out through the tall windows; slick streets, blurred cars, and a sky still heavy with clouds that refused to break. The kind of morning that made her feel small, l
Naomi stood at the edge of the gravel path, her shoes crunching lightly as she stared at the old barn before her.The sun had barely begun to rise but her breath misted faintly in the cold air.Standing inside the barn, was the man her father trusted the most. Reed. The old man was by the barn doo
She couldn't sleep.The clock read a little past midnight when Naomi gave up pretending she could sleep. The air in the guest room felt too heavy, pressing against her chest, every breath catching like it didn’t belong to her. She sat up, running a hand through her hair, and for a long while she j
Naomi closed the door of the guestroom behind her and leaned against it, breathing hard. She had left work as soon as the day was over, she didn't want to run into him by accident. He'll, she knew she'd break down in tears again and she already did that. The house was too quiet, too still. She cou







