The Billionaire's Club

Ava maneuvered her way through the forest, her clothes tattered, bearing marks on her skin from a fierce struggle to defend herself. Her nails were mostly broken, and she wore just one shoe, clueless as to when she had lost the other. All she could do now was walk away. Upon reaching her cabin on the outskirts of town, she knew she had to escape. She had been spotted with that man, and undoubtedly, he would spread rumors that he had claimed her, that she had willingly surrendered to him. By morning, the whole town would be buzzing, her parents would feel ashamed, and their neighbors would shun them for having a promiscuous daughter. What other option did she have? Leaving seemed easier at this point. Avoiding trouble. Though she had never shown any intention beyond being a tour guide to outsiders, her parents had always warned her not to be too friendly with strangers, as their intentions could be unknown. But she enjoyed engaging in conversations and meeting people from the city. Thi

The rain had not let up since he boarded the armored van at the airport. The weather had become more irritating since the new driver assigned to take him to the club slammed on the brakes a couple of times due to the lack of courtesy of other drivers, cursing between his teeth in his native tongue: German. He checked his cell phone and realized he had several missed calls from his older brother, Bruno. Bruno Hoffmann was the eldest of the three sons of the owner of the Einsam club empire. Years before in New York, he had created the first hotel and club Seasons, which had gained fame among the high society. It was a peculiar and intimate place, known for its extravagance and psychedelic atmosphere. Admission to this club required a six-month wait and an exhaustive investigation of the person, including high-ranking individuals, millionaires, and powerful sheikhs. Björn looked out the window again, clenching his jaw tightly. He wondered if Bruno had a good reason to make him travel. W

Ava scrutinized the personnel manager, noting his arched eyebrow and furrowed brow. He appeared genuinely surprised to hear that one of the company's best employees was resigning. "Resignation?" he repeated, his disbelief evident. Ava nodded without hesitation, understanding that her decision was hard to fathom. Where would she go? Had she found a better job? "Is there a problem?" Ava inquired, taken aback by his reaction. He quickly cleared his throat and denied any issue. "Of course not. It just took me by surprise. You've been one of the best employees in the company," he thought, "though somewhat isolated. But a valuable employee nonetheless. Have you found a new job with better benefits?" Ava glanced at the casually dressed man before her, pausing for a brief moment. "Yes," she simply replied, realizing that she didn't owe him any further explanation. Besides, she lacked the confidence to reveal her destination. "Oh," the chief of staff responded. "Let me prepare the document

Ava waited impatiently at the door of the head office where she was supposed to meet her new boss, Hoffmann. "This is his uniform," the secretary announced in a cold tone. Ava stood up and approached the blonde secretary at the desk. "Thank you," she said as she took the uniform and examined the fabric. However, Ava became uncomfortable when she saw the size of the uniform. "Size S? Are you kidding?" "Is there a problem?" Sussan asked, arching an eyebrow. Her face showed hidden amusement, and Ava realized that the secretary and the Frenchwoman had teamed up against her. "Well, yes," Ava paused briefly, showing Sussan the tag. "The size is small, it won't fit." Ava confessed without revealing the annoyance that had brought a smirk to her face. "I'm sorry, but there's none in your size. It's the only one available," Sussan replied. Ava pursed her lips before speaking. "Then I won't wear the uniform," Ava said, making a move to hand back the navy blue suit she held in her hand. Howe

Björn went to his office after listening to the conversation between Christine and his assistant. For the first time, he smiled, but it vanished within seconds as he heard Christine's attempt to intimidate and humiliate his assistant. Determined to take action, Björn knew he had to do something, but there was a task he had to complete first. Once in his office, he picked up his coat and glanced at his watch, about to leave the main office to accompany his assistant, when he noticed her in her uniform. Sussan, his secretary, knocked on the glass door, halting his departure, and Björn signaled for her to come in. "Excuse me, Mr. Björn, Mrs. Laurent left you what you asked for this morning," Sussan said. "Thank you," Björn replied, placing it on his desk. As he turned to leave, the secretary remained in the same spot, causing Björn to raise an eyebrow. "Anything else? I have important business to attend to," he said, visibly annoyed. "I want to clarify that it wasn't my intention to g