"Good afternoon" I greet the board of Directors at the School of Meds University where we gather in the conference room for the first time for me as head where today we will be discussing the upgrades needed for the medical unit. I sit at the head of the table, while the board members sat around me, each with their own notepads and pens in front of them."I think it's clear that our medical unit needs a serious overhaul," I speak my voice hard and echoeing through the empty hall, looking around the room at each of them as their eyes stare constantly at me. "We have been falling behind in terms of technology and facilities, and it's time we caught up and bring this University to the great standards that it used to be. This is going to take hard work and determination, if you don't want to be here or you are here for the wrong reasons I give you the opportunity now to leave. No hard feelings." I wait for the two men that immediately jump up pushing their bodies from the table and leave t

"Mia." I notice the gorgeous brunette sitting at the kitchen counter staring into the cup of coffee tugged between her hands. "Why are you not sleeping?" I question her as I place my suitcase on the table in the middle of the kitchen before removing my jacket. "I woke up and you were gone." Her voice a shallow hum creating small waves inside the raised cup at her lips."I wasn't far." I mention not that the distance mattered. I should have known that she wanted me here when she woke and I wasn't. "Sometimes it might happen that I need to go out late, but you should know by now that I am no further away than a phone call." I assure her. "I know." She whispers unconvincing before taking a sip of her coffee. "Do you ever feel guilty of what you do?""You need to be a little more specific. " I take a seat at the table not feeling well prepared for the following conversation. "Taking these babies from their parents?" She elaborate. "I know that you have this whole process, picking a chil

"You bastard! You will sit for this even if it is the last thing I do. I am not scared of you." He continues continuously mutter sounding a bit scared to me even though he denies it. "Who do you think you are?" He spit, but quickly continues when I don't answer him. "I am no fool. I have kept quiet out of respect for your mother, but I will no longer keep my mouth shut. You are a sick son of a bitch, trafficking those whores into our country and letting them turn our daughters into little whores as well." Did he just refer to his own daughter as a fucking whore? Does this drunk cunt have no shame? "Our kids are innocent and too young to fulfill a man's needs..." "At last something we can both agree on." I interrupt his continues jacking. "Our kids are way too young for sex, especially if it is rape by the hands of their own father." I bend forward slightly to look him in the eyes. "The one man that is supposed to protect them." I inform him and by the way he scrunches his eyes togethe

The office is cold and slightly a mess after I started to share my office space with the woman who has the ability to drive me up against the walls. I quickly remove the clutter and put away the files before firing up my laptop and scroll through my emails, replying them as I sort through the spam and what was actually important when instantly I get a reply from Frank the seasoned owner of a transport company, rich with potential that I recently heard was going bankrupt due to another mismanaged opportunity and I quickly respond requesting a conference call over the internet. I met Frank at the Hotel opening and we quickly exchanged details when he told me about his import shipping business that is situated along the coastline of New York. The company mostly deals in importing sports cars and I would lie if I said that I wanted to become a part of this because of business. I love cars and always wanted to plant some roots in the motor industry, but more as a hobby than a b

I close the morning paper and place it down on the kitchen counter in front of me unable to help but admire the beauty that unfold before me. I watch Mia moving gracefully through the kitchen, effortlessly preparing us breakfast, while at the same time sings and dances at the top of her voice, almost drowning out the voice of the actual artist as she describes the sky and give away her world. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingle with the tantalizing scent of pancakes, bacon, and syrup, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. As much as the tantalizing smells is a feast for my senses, visually I am spoiled.Mia continues to hum and sing to herself, filling the room with a sense of warmth and happiness, without noticing how I was starting at her in a moment of pure bliss, lucky to be able to witness her so relaxed and happy.I lean onto my arm, observing her graceful movements how she effortlessly glide across the kitchen, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music, before turni