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Isabelle began to breathe again. She had poured her energy into her new life, a life built on her own terms. Her small, independent firm was the physical manifestation of her newfound independence. It had started as a simple idea: leveraging her years of experience managing her family’s coffee shop and her natural business acumen to help other small, local businesses thrive. She started with a single client, a tiny artisanal bakery on a side street in her neighborhood that was on the verge of closing. She helped them streamline their operations, build a simple but effective marketing plan, and, most importantly, find a renewed sense of purpose. Her work was a quiet, steady rhythm of long hou

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

It was her first day at work and she had already witnessed so much drama. She was glad to finally see the room, she pushed the glass doors and walked in, the room was too quiet and it was divided into many cubicles, each covered by a person who was busy with his or her desktop. Nobody even noticed that she has entered, she dumbfoundedly looked around, not even knowing where to start, and if she were to stand here and do nothing then she would probably be standing there for hours without being noticed at all.

My cheek burned with searing pain, and in an instant, my face swelled up. Flashes from dozens of cameras blazed in front of me as a swarm of reporters rushed toward me, their questions coming at me like arrows. "What's your relationship with the CEO of Armstrong Industries? We've caught you coming and going with Mr. Armstrong—are you his mistress?" "It's widely known that Mr. Armstrong is dating the popular celebrity, Ms. Loxley. They haven't broken up. So when did you start seeing him, and how did you get involved in their relationship?"

I did not mean to dis-center my well-organized brother but this was something unplanned and spontaneous but needed. Raising my head so I could address his first question loudly for the family to also hear, “I had already addressed my reason for moving the date to today but I will say it again for clearance.” clearing my throat I continued “My reason was clear and simple. This is more of a business deal than a wedding which you are benefitting more from than I am. So I see no point wasting time to make preparations of any sort, all we need to do is sign some papers and maybe say some vows and we will be on our–”

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

“Start it June 3rd. 9:01 AM. CEO. And Dada. And ‘just us.’ All of it.” “All of it,” I said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 14th. Day 39. Not fear. Not waiting. Just us. *

⚜ Sold. ⚜ I wished for a miracle to happen. I had always hidden the sorrows I felt in studying and now, not even a book could help me at the moment. The bidding started and like we were told earlier by Sarah, Pablo introduced the first lady, Vanessa, who then stepped forward from the rest of us as Pablo continued advertising her. He began audibly. "This pretty brunette is Vanessa. She's very fragile but has a lot to offer. With her big butt, I bet no refund. Let the game begin..."

It was 6 am, and Luna was already up and about, ready to start her day. She knew it was going to be a long one, but she was excited about everything she had planned. Luna started her day with a quick meditation session, which she found helped to clear her mind and set the tone for the day ahead. After that, she went for a jog around her neighborhood to get some fresh air and exercise before heading back home to get ready for the day. At 8 am, Luna arrived at her office and started her day with a team meeting. They discussed the projects that were currently ongoing, and the team provided updates on their progress. Luna used this time to share her insights and guidance, offering her team suppo

I wanted the business to be successful after everything Ethan put me through the last few months. I cleared my throat and began. “I think I need to fully settle in before thinking about starting my firm.” I explained and Alexander nodded understandingly. “Alright, you can take all the time you need.” He said, starting the car engine. “Let me know whenever you’re ready to begin.” Just as I was about to respond, my phone started ringing. It was from an unknown number. I was curious about who it was, so I picked it up. “Who is…..”