บททั้งหมดของ High stakes payback: Ex wife becomes a CEO: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Dusk set in and Damian rose from the seat in his study, after neatly placing his paperwork by a side on the table. He was composed now, and aside from the momentary clenching of his jaw, no one would suspect that he had been involved in a fight earlier. He walked to the window and stood for a long time, watching nothing in particular. He could see the city and the way the buildings were expertly arranged. Suddenly, Olivia’s face floated into his memory and he shut his eyes, praying for it to go while wishing that it lingered. His breath turned raspy and his heart rate increased. He could not tell where this strange feeling was coming from. He could not decipher if it was anxiety that he felt, or anger… Anger, that should be it, he thought. He was mad at himself for feeling this way, flushed, jittery, nervous, and anxious about the unknown. He had never felt fear in his life, why is he feeling like this now? Damian chuckled breathlessly, he had to kill these foreign feelings that

Rosie had never thought of the possibility of doing anything that's not acting. Her essence has been poured into the field of acting since she was a child. Now, everything was taking a turn, a not-so-pleasant one since she had not mastered the intricacies of the business world even when it was her discipline back in college. Olivia shook her head slowly as if to say "Don't say no, please." She could read the expression on Rosie's face and already knew what reply the latter would give. "Olie, you know I can't do it." Rosie dropped the bombshell "I'm not versed in the art of business. I'm just going to make matters worse, and your uncle would be pissed that you brought a novice like me into the company." Olivia chuckled, she reached for Rosie's chin and tilted it, making Rosie look at her squarely. "And I want you to assume the position of the personal assistant to the Chief Operating Officer." "That sounds like a big deal but how do..." Rosie was saying when Olivia interrupted

"W-what other way?" She muttered, and watched him stand. Tall, and as handsome as sunset. His height was intimidating compared to hers, and she imagined standing by his side. She would look like a little urchin hanging onto her savior for dear life. Now that she was his secretary, she knew it was bound to happen. She would tail after-not before. After. Him. To. Meetings. And conferences, her subconscious added before she realized that he was heading for her. Dear Lord! What now? Is he going to kiss her? He was glaring at her like she was an unwanted guest just now! Were the Brown brothers always like this? He moved around the table to Rosie like a panther reaching for it's prey, and stopped in front of her-just before he got close enough to change his mind and do something he would regret. "This way," A chilled smile spread on his face as he placed his fingers on her shoulders and made her stand up. She stood up in a robotic manner, as though under the influence of something. H

THE NEXT DAY Darian walked in, in his usual demeanor. He had stayed awake the previous night, studying crucial information from his family's group. He had his plans well laid, and he was slowly putting them in action. He has not heard from his twin in ages and wondered what the devil was up to. He could not wait to see him storming into his house, trembling with rage when he discovers what his twin has done. Now, he walked calmly through the basement till he reached the elevator that would take him to the ground floor. He made a mental note to dish out instructions to his personal assistant to carry out. On second thoughts, he remembered who his PA was. His bloody pretty little nemesis. She made him uneasy, and he felt relief whenever she left his office. He could not tell why. Maybe it was because he felt guilty, he thought. Since the little drama he displayed two weeks ago, she had pulled away from him. It wasn't like she was clingy before he berated her, she was just loquacio

Damian calculated how much time he had to prepare for the gala in his head as he drove down to a high rise shopping outlet when he was done for the day. He briskly walked in, ignoring the stares he got from people, the coos and shrieks from ladies and the hand extended to him by a man who looked like the clothings collection manager. "Get me a collection of the finest suits." He finally told the man who in turn, dished out instructions to the ladies that waited by the counter. Damian's face remained straight, his hands were neatly tucked in his pocket as he glanced at the array of suits when they were brought to him. He needed to pick the best pairs, he needed a pair that would make him stand out. He wondered about getting a tux and remembered that he had a whole magnanimous closet allocated to his collection of suits in his mansion. So why was he here? Damian chuckled lightly at his rhetorical question. "This..." The man gestured towards an eye-catching suit, stoned at the s