Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Key to the CEO's Heart: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

After I obtained the fruit juice for Jamie, we’ve been travelling for quite a while. Marie sits quietly on Jamie’s lap, while the fruit juice in the cup holder swirls a little whenever I make a turn. The sun is setting when we finally arrive at the Peyton Mansion. The sun turns the sky into a borderless canvas, orange and purple spread on it like an unfinished art piece. The warm evening wind breezes across the garden, inviting the leaves to have a dance with it. Jamie cuddles Marie gently in his hands as they step out of the car. After giving a glance across the backseat making sure th

To answer the question he feels reluctant to, Jamie takes a deep inhale.  “They’re fine actually…” he says, in a sarcastic tone, “But they’re just too fine for Minerva.” Well hello to you, but. I knew there’s always a but. Now, now, don’t say I didn’t warn you, it’s story time, folks. “Their works aren’t really up to Minerva’s standard.” Jamie continues to mention, “Other than that, out of anything they can be, some of them have some serious attitude problems, some of their persistences on their aesthetics are absent, which as they should know, can be highly pernicious for a designer.&rdqu

On the application form I filled up, other than my last name, the other details I filled up are true. And if Jamie intends to do a cross reference with Henrietta Chandelier’s detail on the application form that I filled in for the interview session, the truth that Henry Nosrevi and Henrietta Chandelier are the exact same person might be exposed. It’s too late to stop him from looking at Henry Nosrevi’s detail. I just hope he won’t have the need to look at Henrietta Chandelier’s detail any time before I am any closer to take Minerva back from him. Just when I am trying to breath as slow as I can to calm myself down, trying to prevent my anxiousness from attracting Jamie’s attention, Jamie has picked his smartphone up and dials a number, referencing the contact number written on Henry Nosrevi’s

Suddenly, Jamie smiles. “You know what?” confidently, he turns to me and mentions, “We have his home address. I think we’ll just visit him there.” What? He wants to visit my house? He can’t visit my place, I have men’s clothes and stuff all around my house! He can’t see that! “B-but…” trying to change Jamie’s mind, I edge in, “But Jamie, I think it’s quite inappropriate-” However, before I can finish my sentence, Jamie grabs his belongings from his desk and stands up from his chair. With a cold tone, he says,

It is officially twelve in the afternoon when Victor shows up at the main lobby of Minerva in a set of fancy floral suits. It is obvious that he was half way through his photo shoot session. Still, he came for me. “Henry!” he waves at me as he runs towards me, I can see him holding a card in his hand, “I mean, Henrietta!” With a big bright smile, I welcome him, “Vic! You’re here!” I run towards him too, until the both of us meet in the middle. While there, Victor suddenly grabs my hand and runs to the single sofas placed at one of the corners of the lobby.