Semua Bab Ashley's Revenge : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ashley left DJ's place floating on cloud nine. She headed straight to the office after making a stop at her house for a change of clothes, all the while pleasantly humming to herself. She reached her office and paused at her door when she heard movement from inside. She had earlier met Benita on her way up and was certain it couldn't be her inside. Slowly, she peeled the door open. “Pam?” Pleasant surprise adorn her tone. Pamela, who had been busy setting down files that needed Ashley's attention, raised her head, glanced at Ashley and continued her work. “Good morning.” Pamela muttered under her breath. The telltale of annoyance tinged her tone. “I thought you said you wouldn't be coming in today?” Delight coursed through her voice at the sight of Pamela. “You need to sign these.” Pamela responded in a tight voice. “They are due next week.” Ashley strode into the office, her gaze fixed on an unsmiling Pamela. She placed her bag on the table and walked up to stand in front of

“It's done.” Pamela scurried behind Ashley as her wide eyes trail Ashley's back as she enters the office and beeline for her seat. “So quickly?... Did he see you?” Pamela asked. “No.” Ashley took her seat. “I didn't go as me. I used a proxy.” She said with a satisfied heave. “Wow! So now you own the company?” Pamela asked with incredulity. “Now I own, Bruce.” Ashley smiled. “But he doesn't know it yet.” Pamela gasped and let out a chuckle. “Oh my God! You finally got what you wanted.” Ashley's gaze fixes straight past Pamela. Her mind, brooding and brewing. “Not yet. I still have many scores to settle. One of which I haven't been giving a lot of attention to.” “What's that?” Ashley raised her eyes to meet Pamela's. “Rachel.” “That bitch!” Venom dripped from Pamela's voice. “She won't be one for long. I intend to strip her of that snarky attitude of hers.” Excitement flicked through Pamela's eyes. She had always, always hated Rachel and her ‘better than everyone else's atti

“Darn it!” Ashley cussed under her breath as Pamela and Thomas reached them. She wasn't ready to deal with Thomas again. She didn't know the guy and she didn't trust him. Just her instincts. And it didn't help that her investigation on him came back with nothing. Nothing! Almost as though the dude didn't exist. She hissed and clenched her fist. An unrest that didn't go unnoticed by Pamela. Pamela met Ashley’s eyes with a glare. “See who I bumped into.” Pamela beamed. A warning directed at Ashley underlied her voice. Ashley took the cue and wore a sweet welcoming smile. She had to behave for her friend. Pamela liked him and until she had proof to convince Pamela otherwise, she'd have to tolerate him. “Hello, Thomas. It's nice to see you again.” Ashley greeted. Thomas smiled and nodded. “Hello Ashley. Nice to see you too.” He returned, all the while switching his gaze between Rachel and Ashley, curiosity embedded in his grey eyes. Ashley turned to Pamela who was standing beside her

“I’m not surprised Rachel could stoop so low.” Pamela remarked as they walked out of the bar. Ashley scoffed, shaking her head ruefully. “They have no morals.” They reached the car, Ashley clicked the doors open and they got in. “Ashley, don't you think you revealed too much to Rachel? She'll begin to suspect.” Pamela's voice was laden with concern. “That’s what I want. To raise doubt and suspicion in her mind… You don't have to worry. She can't hurt me.” Ashley assured her, knowing the reason for Pamela's concerns. She kicked the car to a start and drove to drop Pamela off at her apartment. “Thanks girl.” Pamela said in appreciation as she got down. “Want to come inside?” “No. Thanks. I'm going up east.” Pamela knitted her brows. “Is everything alright at home?” “Yeah. Dad's coming back tomorrow and I want to be there when he arrives.” Dad; the word came to her naturally. There was an inexplicable excitement at the thought of seeing Mr Knox again. The man that saved her a

“This is a family dinner, why did you invite her?” Rachel bellowed at Bruce who stood in front of their mirror, attentively fixing his tie. “Because she's family. She's my brother's fiancee.” He responded without glancing at her. “You don't realize that she's your brother's fiancee on those nights when you stayed out late on dinner dates, frolicking with with ‘brother's fiancee!’” Hot fumes literally escaped Rachel's ears. “We are business partners. You know that.” Bruce walked around her as he spoke. He beelined for her vanity table where he had earlier laid his cufflinks. Fixing the tiny piece of accessory to his suit sleeves, he continued talking. “Stop being so petty. You keep ranting about a woman who is least concerned about you or what you have.” He finished fixing the cufflinks and walked back to the mirror, examining his finished look. Satisfied with his reflection, he turned to Rachel. “Go get yourself dressed up and come down. We are the hosts, we shouldn't be late to o