Semua Bab After Divorce, My Wife Becomes The Boss Lady : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Davina. The welcome party my parents organized for me was a really grand one that even found its way to the internet. Videos were taken. I appeared in all the videos I found on the internet, but I could bet that most of the people that were watching the video couldn't tell that I was the exact one that was being celebrated.I stayed in bed for a while, and it would have stayed that way, if not for something that I had in mind. Which was to pay Alexander a visit and thank him specially for reconciling me with my parents. I rose from the bed to take my bath, and after I was done, I made my way down the stairs. “Good morning, Miss Statsha, I was just about to come call you from your room,” Charlotte, the maid that had led me in yesterday, said to me at the bottom of the stairs, where we almost collided with each other. “Good morning. Call me?” I asked; a questioning expression made its way to my face. “Yes, Mrs. Charez wanted to have breakfast today with you,” she answered. “Oh, t

“So, if I do not give you an answer, you will stay there all day?” Davina said with a questioning tone, a little perplexed. “Maybe, do you want to give it a try?” Alexander asked and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms on his chest. He didn’t even need to give a response; the vibe he was emanating and the expression on his face were enough answers on their own. “No, I do not. What about the visitor you have in your office?” Davina questioned stubbornly. Abigail, the sole spectator, just kept moving her gaze from whoever spoke last to whoever was speaking at the moment. “She’s a friend and one that you might know of; just stop being stubborn and come inside,” he said and cocked his head inside his office. Davina let out a sigh; there was no use arguing and going back and forth on whether she was going to enter into the office or not.“The Alex I knew was never stubborn,” Davina muttered under her breath and slowly rose to her feet. “Stubborn?” A rich chuckle escaped h

Davina“What did you say to her to make her leave like that?” Alex questioned, finally raising his head away from whatever it was that had his attention all this while. I turned my gaze to stare at him and shrugged my shoulders without giving him an answer. “Come on, you need to tell me, Davina,” he said, closing off the document he was going through and paying me rapt attention. “I don't think I need to tell you,” I answered, my eyebrows pinched together in a slight frown. “It's ladies talk,” I added in an attempt to get him off the topic. “Well, this ladies talk involves me, so you can't expect me to just stay on the sidelines concerning this,” he replied, placed his elbows on the table, and leaned forward, looking at me with expectancy in his eyes. “What made you think that the ladies talk I had with Rocky involves you?” I questioned, tipping my head slightly to the side. I adjusted my sitting position so that I was facing him while my right hand rested on the headrest of the

Watching his daughter, whom he had just reconciled with, negotiate the deal in such a way that exceeded his expectations, Mr. William Charez couldn't help but smile widely. His skin curved at the edge of his eyes due to how wide his smile was. Sure, Davina had told him she was a managing director at a certain company, which he had checked out afterwards.He expected her to have an experience, sure, but the enterprise she had been working in was nothing compared to the companies he negotiated with most of the time. “I am sorry, we can't also agree on the deal that you are proposing to us; it is of a profit so little that I am tempted to call it insignificant,” Mr. Steven’s son, Jones, said with a firm tone. Davina took her time, deep in her thoughts for a bit. She didn't take long to respond, though. “Then we can compromise a bit. How about we increase the time by three months more and increase the amount by ten percent?” Davina said to Jones. Her tone came out more as absolute t

DavinaThe silence of sitting in the study room of this building slowly enveloped me. The screen of my phone dimmed as I set it down on the desk, but the words were already burned into my mind. It wasn't just now that it burned into my mind, it had been there for quite a while, ever since the first day that I laid my eyes on the news.“Campbell Enterprises Faces Financial Crisis—Potential Bankruptcy Looms”I should have felt relieved. I should have been satisfied. But instead I felt nothing. Or maybe I did feel something. A dull ache shot deep in my chest. A strange, heavy weight that refused to lift. For years, I had poured my soul into that company. I had walked into those glass doors every day, working harder than anyone else—earning my place, proving my worth. And yet, when the time came, they had thrown me out without hesitation. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails pressing into my palms. This wasn't my loss, nor was it my failure. I shouldn't feel guilt or anything