The Ex Assignment Novels & Stories

“The errand girl.” A hush fell over the room. A few heads snapped toward her. Tina stiffened but said nothing. So Tristan had already warned her. One crazy thing about my ex was that he was shamelessly ambitious. He must have threatened to pull out of the company. And knowing the kind of person Tina was, she would die first before leaving this company. Not when I am back. I continued calmly, “I didn’t call you for anything. Go wait outside. There’s no spot for you here.”

Perfect. I packed my hair up in a messy bun and then went to bed. I positioned myself in a sexy way as I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom. I wasn't afraid to go another round that night as I would never have enough of Brandon. He was different—the kind of calm man I had wished for. I picked up my phone and clicked on the photos application. I scrolled down until I got to a file named ‘my exes’ one by one, I began deleting their pictures, the memories of my time with them flashing through my mind like bad music.

"then do what I have said, and then when you are done, you are going to call every one of the shareholders right here, put the phone on loudspeaker. I want to talk to them one by one." "Okay sir " Immediately, I wired the employees' money to their accounts; I deleted everything that had to do with them, including their resumes. I didn't need them anymore. Maxwell then placed a call to the shareholder, the first one. After talking to him. I could also tell that Marcel and his mother got to 'em, too. I laughed, realising what was going on as every one of them had the same reasons for living; their sentences seemed too constructive and too alike to just be some random thing.

“Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “Just win.” After the call ended, I sat in the quiet, listening to the rain fade to drizzle. One new name. One small light. Maybe that was how rebuilding started—not walls, but sparks. I wrote his name at the top of a fresh page: Mark Leland, maintenance worker, Vexler Corp. Witness. Then I made a note to myself on it: Truth still speaks, though you think it is silent.

"There's a man named Mateo. An ex-convict. He just came into my office. Find out everything you can about him." I ended the call and leaned back in my chair, my mind racing. Whatever this was, it wasn’t over.

MIRABELLA’S POV My pupils dilated as my eyes scanned through the document in my hand. It was a proposal from one of the companies Roman and I were to work with. My gaze went back and forth to the company’s name; Delta-Grey. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Just when I had resolved to keep a fair distance away from Easton, it turned out to be this way. “Is everything alright?” Roman’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I raised my head up to meet his gaze.

Patiently waiting for my last prayer because it would be. I couldn't eat or even get to my room. I was stock in Cardy's room, some memories of the moment she was with me flooded my head. Later in the day, my phone started ringing, I checked, it was Elrod. I hurriedly picked, and his voice this time sounded very different. Simple and calm, not like his thunderous voice. "I have assigned five of my men to come work with you. Track her number and give them all the necessary information needed, but if you don't need my help, you can still let me know." He landed on a soft note.

I exclaimed excitedly. "Perfect! I'm going to pick you up before 7 pm" "That early?" "Just so you know how much I missed my girl. That reminds me, when are you submitting your project?" "I'm going to do that tomorrow. I will just have to go through it one more time before submitting the last chapter. I do not want him to complain." "That's my girl. I will see you by evening then?" "Sure! I can't wait" "Me too, baby. Bye, I gotta go now"

The room suddenly felt colder and Evan's expression changed because now he understood, this wasn't about punishment, this was about finality. "Ethan." for the first time, there was uncertainty in his voice. "What are you doing?" Ethan opened another folder, a transfer agreement, a reassignment order, board approvals, chairman authorization, everything already signed and everything already approved. Evan's face darkened. "No." Ethan placed the papers on the desk. "You've been reassigned." "No." Evan said and Ethan continued, "The Singapore division." Evan stared at him as if he'd misheard. "What?"

“Hey, take a deep breath. It’s okay. You’re not alone anymore. I’ll take care of it.” And just like that, a bubble inside her chest seemed to pop. She inhaled deeply, grateful and maybe just a little embarrassed. He leaned into the car to pop the hood and then stepped around to the front. She watched as he expertly examined the engine, pulling and adjusting wires, wiping a small smudge off his cheek with the back of his hand. His forearms were lean and strong, a faint tattoo visible just above his wrist. “I’m Xender, by the way,” he said, not looking up. “You don’t seem like someone who breaks down often. At least not out here.”