Semua Bab Seducing Mr Thompson : Bab 31 - Bab 40

"Yes, I do," Kimberly said, her voice slurring slightly. "I had to learn to control my liquor because when we went to parties, I would always be the one to drink from Mr Thompson while he took me home safely."Kimberly emptied another glass."It wasn't bad learning how to control your liquor," she continued. "Most times, you cheat while drinking." She said as she laughed as the memories came in.Mira watched Kimberly, her plan unfolding."Andrew never really noticed you, and he doesn't even know that you have feelings for him, does he?" Mira asked, her voice laced with malice.Kimberly's face flushed."I don't think he does," Kimberly replied, her words barely above a whisper.Mira leaned in."Have you ever thought of telling him?"Kimberly laughed."Yes, I mean, everything. Countless letters, but I don't know how to... I don't have the guts to give him."Mira's eyes locked onto Kimberly's."I don't know how to give him... Should I leave it in his locker? Leave it on his desk? Put it

The photographer approached the gate, his footsteps echoing through the morning air. As he caught sight of the men in black, his heart skipped a beat. Their imposing figures seemed to loom over him.At first, he was scared. But Mira's assurance that everything was okay echoed in his mind, calming his nerves."Good morning," he greeted, trying to sound casual as he touched the gate, thinking he'd be able to open it.But instead of a friendly response, he felt a sudden jolt of electricity from the gates."What does this mean?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.One of the security personnel stepped forward, his voice firm."Where were you last night?" he asked.The photographer hesitated."Where exactly am I coming from? What sort of question is that?" he replied, trying to sound confident.The security personnel raised an eyebrow."Let me out!" the photographer demanded, touching the gate again without thinking.He yelped in pain as the electricity coursed through his body.The se

(An hour later)Astrid woke up, feeling a huge load on her chest. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Andrew; he fell asleep on her.She smiled, gently patting his hair, reminiscing about what had happened earlier.Suddenly, it hit her: today was Friday; she had to be at work.Andrew wouldn't be bothered, though - he was the CEO; no one would question why he wasn't in the office.She stretched her hand and picked up her phone, which was on the bedside lamp.Fifty-three missed calls from Mrs Karen and other workers flashed on the screen; they also sent text messages.Astrid's stomach knotted with anxiety.Astrid stopped patting Andrew's head and reached for her phone to read the messages. But Andrew was quicker; he took the phone from her hand."What's that?" Astrid pleaded. "Please get off. I need to rush to work.""You will go tomorrow," Andrew replied, his voice calm and soothing. "Take the day off.""Please, you're different," Astrid said, frustration creeping into her voice. "

Mira was happy regarding the news of George's wedding to Astrid. She knew within herself that she would finally get Andrew, and nothing would be in her way. Suddenly, she remembered the pregnancy - Astrid was still pregnant. How could she forget something so crucial, something so important like that? She really needed to find a way to cleanse Astrid of such impurities, she thought.She drove home feeling happy - although she had urgent work to continue. That didn't stop her, because she would be so powerful soon, and no one would dare mess with her. As expected, she was thoroughly searched before she was. She stepped out of the car and handed the keys to the doorman, instructing him to park it for her. As she gathered her belongings, her mind wandered to the events that had transpired earlier. The news of George's wedding to Astrid still lingered, fueling her determination.After being thoroughly searched, she entered the building, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The w

Mira's mind was racing. The thought of losing everything she'd ever dreamed of, becoming a laughingstock, and facing public ridicule was driving her to the brink of madness. "What did I do wrong?" she asked herself, frustration etched on her face.She couldn't bear to go online, where posts mocked her and her followers ridiculed her. Even her friends had turned against her. The engagement to Andrew, once the epitome of her success, was now crumbling. The embarrassing online tantrums, the tagged pictures – all for nothing.A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she thought about the cruel irony. Her sister, Astrid, was marrying Andrew next week, while Mira's own engagement was being called off this week.Desperate for answers, Mira dialed George's number. But he ended the call abruptly. She tried again, only to be met with the same dismissive response."What's going on?" Mira wondered, annoyance growing within her. George had always prioritized her calls and texts, responding promptly. Thi