TITAN'S POVIt worked.I smirked to myself. It felt good to see Alina all happy and hugging me tight, her eyes filled with tears of joy because by some miracle, the manager called her in and decided to promote her, even though she had been absent from work for nearly a week.I never could have thought that a job would give someone such a sense of purpose, and I was glad that I was able to make her even happier. She was in my company now, and it was my sole aim to tweak things in her favor at every chance I got, and again, just because I could.Clarence's words, not mine.Maybe I should consider giving him a raise for always complying, no matter what my requests were.“Listen,” I turned to a smiling Alina.We had just finished sharing a hug, and she looked up at me with that coy smile and slightly parted lips that were so distracting, it was impossible to look away.“I know the best place where we can celebrate,” I said, pulling her down the remaining stairs as we headed towards my blu

ALINA'S POV I checked the time before bidding Vanessa farewell. She was too busy with her sunscreen to pay me any serious attention anyway. Undoubtedly, I was in for this one myself.I made up my mind and made the trip back to the company.Most of the workers were already rounding up for the day by the time I got there.I walked into the elevator, making my way to the sixth floor where the tech department was located.“Hello,” I muttered absently to a random worker as I walked on.His office was the third one; at least I knew that much.Several heads snapped up as I entered the office.Jeez... was it natural for a lady to randomly walk in? As though also arriving at that conclusion, they returned to their respective jobs, turning their heads away from me.Turns out, that was even worse because now I didn't know who to approach, since none of them looked exactly inviting.“Chill, girl,” I muttered softly. “They're just a bunch of people. They don't bite.”With those self-reassuring wo

TRENT POV“Hey tiger,”Niguez ran up to me, jumping into my open hands as I picked him up, throwing him in the air a couple of times before setting him on one shoulder.He was playing with the rest of the kids in the playground.Their teacher looked up at me and picked his bags out of the rest.I walked up to her as she handed them to me.“She didn't tell me that his dad was coming,” The teacher muttered.“Dad?” I stared at her in shock.“No... that's not right, there must be a mistake,” I said with a nervous laugh, completely at a loss for words.“Oh,” realization flashed in her eyes. “Sorry, that must be really awkward,” she muttered, running her hand through her hair. “I should just keep quiet,” she said rather to herself.I smiled a little.So I looked like Niguez's father from afar? Why didn't the idea of that freak me out?Maybe it was because deep down, I was quite fine with it. A voice in my head replied.“I'm just one of her friends,” I said, still feeling the need to clarify

TRENT POVI frowned, shuffling between the files that were on the table. My expression was stressed out; a lot has been happening lately, and it was all I could do to keep myself from overreacting and to appear privately normal in front of people.Gilbert walked into my room and placed my usual cup of steaming hot choco on the table.This was the ritual now.I arrived home all stressed out, managing to survive another day in my head, and Gilbert observed me carefully by the side without saying a word.He would quietly slip into my office and put a hot drink on the table for me to calm down. It was hard these days, especially as I wasn't into drinking at all, but of course, I had faced worse.Yes, I had faced way worse than this."She's just a woman, get it together," I muttered to myself."You've been busy, master," Gilbert said, stopping just behind me. I didn't need to see him to know that he was peering over my shoulder at the files scattered on my table."What do you know," I snor

Chapter 40 Alina's POV— “Miss Amina Diaz,” After our lunch break, I received a call from the manager. I was promoted to the position of his personal secretary, and so far, I have been doing my job pretty well since there were no more distractions. He didn't usually just call me into his office. I shuffled out of my seat and headed for the door. “Yes, sir,” I stood outside with my hands behind my back. Clarence looked up from behind his laptop as usual and waved me inside. “Please sit,” he said, pointing a finger towards a seat with relative ease. That was one thing to call it—the way he moved about like he was in power, like your disappearance of the CEO didn't mean more to him; all his movements were fluid and impeccable, like his part of life was easy. “Now, we don't really do this in the company, I mean,” he began to speak. He shuffled through the files on the table and reached out for one of them, pulling it between his fingers and pushing it towards me. “But with the re