The Game Of Chase のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"Sofia, can you print those documents for me, please?" Tiffany, a girl from Blake Corporation, who was also working on the project, asked me from her cubicle.    Temporary cubicle. Because we will be working here only for one and a half   month.   "Sure, just give me a minute."    I took the documents from her hand and put them on my desk. As my neighbor cubicle, she was the one I interacted the most with.    Thanking me, she went back to her work, exhaling an exhausted sigh.   Work was running at its highest speed. Even if we started here just yesterday, it felt like we were doing this for weeks now.    After the kickback Adrian Larsen gave us in yesterday's meeting, the team working on this project of our company and Blake's company immediately transferred to Larsen Group Of Industries. Well, for a time being. They spar

"Mr. Larsen, please! I beg you! Don't do this! I've a sick wife to take care of," a man in his early sixties begged.  I was talking to Jason at the lobby, when Adrian strolled out of the elevator with that old man running behind him, pleading and crying. But not even an ounce of emotions softened his harsh features. With a careless manner, he walked as if no poor helpless man was running behind him for a glimpse of kindness. And his bodyguard, John, seemed equally disinterested. "Mr. Larsen, please! Give me another chance. I swear, I won't give you any chance to complain!" he cried out, with his hands intertwined together before him as he begged. "Enough!" Adrian bellowed.  I flinched, so did the entire lobby around us. Eyes furious, he turned to that trembling man.  "If you want to get a job somewhere else in near future, I'd suggest you get out of my sight right

I could recognize this voice anywhere. Turning around, my gaze fell on him and the skip of my heart was totally unintentional.   He stood a foot away from us, donning a three piece charcoal suit. He paired it with black shirt, matching tie, and a red pocket square. Hair gelled back and jaw clean shaven - gone earlier today's stubble. As breathtaking as ever. And his sharp eyes were on… me.    They raked over my body, sensually. And it felt totally opposite when Mr. Blake did it. It was a different kind of shiver.    When I realized I was checking him out again, my cheeks flared when he remained shameless.    I averted my eyes.   With powerful strides, he came and stood right beside me. When he put a possessive arm around my waist, I looked up at him I'm surprise. Mr. Blake watched this act and removed his gaze, faking a cough.   "Ah, Mr. Larsen

Unknown POV Touching the rim of the glass, he took a lingering sip as his fingers flipped another page of the album. A album where all the mirth that once has been in his life, were imprinted.  His eyes touched the smiling faces in those worn out photographs. The faces that once provided him peace and happiness. The pictures of his family. A small smile tugged at the end of his lips. His fingers traced on her soft features, petite form. She was smiling at the camera and his arm was wrapped around her waist in a protective grip. He could still remember the day when they had taken those pictures. It was during Christmas.  How beautiful was that day with her… Then reality hit him, vanishing the smile off his face. His jaws clenched, fingers tightened around the glass in a vice grip. She wasn't there. His fam

After the shower, I trudged downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee, wishing it'd help me with my growing headache. Though the medicines Adrian forced me to gulp helped with the pain, it still ached a little.   The memories of this morning flooded into my mind.    The way he held me in his arms when I had the little panic attack, the way he carried me to the bathroom because he didn't believe I could walk on my own and the way he took care of me afterwards.    A blush rose up my cheeks.   I wonder what he's doing right now…   Wait, why am I thinking of him again?   Ughh!    I need to stop thinking about him to stay sane. But how could I when he sent several messages to ask how I was doing or ordering me not to roam around much? And of course, I didn't reply to even one of them.   Though he deserved a