Semua Bab Maid To Be: Bab 111 - Bab 120

"Mr. Holden would like to see you" I froze at the utterance, eyes beholding the form of Adalynn, who had now made her way into the space of my office. "Sorry?" My eyes blinked at her, like that would make it any easier deciphering the words. "Mr Holden would like to see you" She called, yet again. "And if I were you.......She drew even nearer, eyes holding onto mine. "I wouldn't be a minute late" Of course, I was used to being late. That sure was her impression of me. "And get this office to a better state" She called, face scrunched up. "Even rats would reject living here" The scowl followed, right before her figure walked out of the modest, yet comfortable area, I had grown to adapt to. Excuse me? Whoever did this gruff lady think she is? Was that some sort of show of authority out here? Yes, she might be the secretary to the company's director, but did that give her any right to ordering me around? There were departments here. Every department different from the other. Re

I lost every containment in me, as my own hands went pushing open the door, figure soon proceeding into that spacious area. Sat away, was the figure on the rewinding chair, back turned to the entrance, he had soon spun around at my walk-in, so his profile would behold mine. At the hold of that gaze, my chest burned, head bent low, while those eyes scanned my figure. "To what do I owe this, Miss Parker" He didn't seem much concerned about the occurrence in the previous meeting, instead, on his face sat a calm expression. "I think your decisions are unfair" I let out in a tone that was pushed by rounds of frustration, anger, exasperation and adamancy. "I thought we had all that banter settled in the meeting, Miss Parker" He followed, taking a sip out of the wine glass rested on his table. "You need to withdraw your pronouncement" "Why should I?" "Because I can do this myself" I followed, voice firm. "Can you?" "Yes" He had soon gotten to his feet, eyes watching me with intent

Knock! Knock! My eyes took the ones of Tara onlooking me with the same questioning expression my face held onto.We rarely had visitors. None we expected. The only people you would find coming around, were the random flings she brought back for the night, ever since— Knock! Knock! Knock!"A burglar" My face scrunched up at her utterance, eyes narrowed at her form. "Have you been drinking?" Yes, New York was a wild place. But rarely on this corner, did we ever encounter burglaries. The security was pretty tight, and I could swear that was only our push for still securing this apartment in our hold. "Don't look at me like that" Followed the voice of Tara, hands at once grabbing onto the dish plate laid on the table. "Haven't you heard the rumors going around?" "Ol' Kathleen was robbed on her way back from a charity event yesterday" She followed. "A dish plate is your defense?" My gaze shifted from the item in her hands, back to her scrunched up face. "Also, Ol' Kathleen was w

"What's the hurry, Jane? It's just a dinner"I spun around to the figure of my friend, eyes narrowed at the goof held on her face. "Just a dinner, Tara!?" "Did you say just a dinner!?" My voice poured out loud, earning a questioning look from the girl before me. "It's a dinner that would have all of those big names one would find in the pages of Business Daily, sat in a room, and you say just!?" She let out a sigh at my tense form moving to and fro, fingers reaching to pick an apple off the table. "Just chill out, all right?" I only could imagine Tara rolling her eyes while my back was turned to her. At every second that went by, a sigh pushed by every exasperation, frustration and anger bubbling inside of me, would emit out of my lips, while my hands went rummaging the large sized closet at an end of the room"Come on, help me out Tara" I drawled, soon turning to a girl who seemed not a bit ready to undergo a round of body-wrecking work. "Is there a theme?" Her eyes accessed

That blank gaze. Intent on me all the while that figure came waddling down the stairs, and in the time those eyes remained keen on my form, I stayed frozen on my feet. He was just as I imagined—That same striking resemblance he bore with his son, and with his scrutiny accessing my profile, I surely was to be found shaken. This was the same man I had heard of, for so long—The same one highly spoken of, and now, being stood here in the same room as him, all of me quaked. Trent Holden. Only at his incoming form, was I then spared an opportunity making out the features he shared with Kristoffer—Those eyes were similar, smile even befitting, not to forget that brooding energy which surrounded them. They were just alike, yet different. Trent was much different. His gaze never was questioning, and in as much as I juddered at his presence, there was just something that seemed warming about the fellow, which left had me wondering why Kristoffer was an exact opposite to him. "Miss Janet