My first day at training was quite hectic. I had to learn how to walk properly, not until now did I notice there was something wrong about my walking steps. Mr. Marcus equally taught me how to serve food to my boss. I got to find out that Mr. Daniel loves his coffee black."I thought I am here as an assistant,and not a waitress." I had to ask the question that has been on my mind ever since we started this part of the training. Marcus looked stunned at my boldness, but he calmly answered, "Yes. You are meant to be just his assistant with specific roles, but then the need may arise where you will be required to specially serve your boss, and you shouldn't be lacking in any area, because it could lead to your disqualification." What a job!, I grumbled to myself, because I was already exhausted."Are you sure you will be fit for this job?" He asked, after noticing the look on my face. "Yeah. I can do it." After minutes of silence, he asked, "Is something wrong, Miss?" His eyes were fix
"What's my schedule for today?""Nothing much. You have two meetings though. One with your dad, and the other with Bella." Nate carefully stated out."Bella? Who got her in my schedule?" Carl asked, surprised about the sudden meeting. He was aware about the meeting with his dad, but definitely not Bella."I got a call late night to fix it in your schedule. The venue has equally been fixed." She said, taking note of his expression. Her brows raised slightly, like she was perturbed about something. "By who?" He noticed the expression on his P.A's face, and tried to avoid it, like the way he has been avoiding any further meeting with Bella, because they always end awkwardly."Mr. Williams" Nate responded. She has been particularly perturbed about her boss. This contract marriage has taken a huge toil on him."Time?" Carl asked, fondling with his shirt, while trying to suppress his growing rage."In an hour time." she replied, giving him a forced smile. He nodded his head slightly."Your
"You did what?" The astonished Nate asked"I told him, I won't get married to Bella, and I equally told her to stay away from me." Carl shrugged his shoulders.Nathaniel noticed her boss's gloomy face while she was placing his meal on the table. She shouldn't be serving him his meal, as he detested it each time she did that. "You are my personal Assistant, and not my maid, Nate!" he always said this to her, and her usual response was, "I could be both. Besides, I love doing it." She enjoyed the disapproving look on his face each time she made the statement.Today was different, because he personally requested she served him. Nate instantly knew something was wrong."Why did you say that to him?" "I don't care" He shrugged once again. She knew better that he actually didn't care, but then didn't understand the look on his face."Did anything else happen?""I told him I don't care about losing the company, but I actually do. That's not really my problem though. Why is he so eager to ge
Ever wonder how time flies? because few days back, which felt like seconds ago, I got an email from this prestigious family, concerning my application, and today, I am standing in front of my room mirror, staring at my reflection, and feeling agitated. I was going to meet my proposed boss tomorrow, and I have never been tensed In my entire life. Today was the last day of my seven days training. Ever since I saw mum days ago, I felt more energetic to go on with my new job. Mum never stopped calling to check up on me. Last night, we were on a video call, and I could see how bright she looked, the dark patches under her eyes were all gone, her skin looked like that of a baby, and she looked like, she became twenty years younger."Khloe, how is the baby doing?" Mum asked, during the course of our conversation last night. How I always longed for her to ask me this question, ever since I started staying with Aunt Kim. I haven't had time to go for my ante-natal, and couldn't take permission
In the envelope, his father neatly scribbled the words; 'I WILL BE MEETING WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN THE NEXT 72 HOURS(IN THREE DAYS). THE CLOCK IS TICKING.' At the bottom of the letter, after his father's signature, he saw where the old man scribbled 3:05pm. Carl glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was just a minute before 3:05pm. How did his father know that he would open the letter by this time. One thing he adored about his father was how calculative, and accurate he could be. He must have calculated the delivery time to have guessed when Carl will actually read the letter. Most times he wondered if his father's brain worked just like the normal human brain. When it comes to brain, he was almost the carbon copy of his father, the difference was that Mr. Williams' brain was 23% sharper than his, and Daniel's brain didn't even come close. Daniel 's brain was obviously filled up with chaffs, like partying, women, and spending money. He shoved the thought of his brother from his he
I informed Nate about my syringe phobia, and about my recent medical report, which was obviously a lie. I don't know if she bought my lies, but all she said was; 'Okay. No need for Doctor Bryan then. Just get me the report before the day runs out.' The doctor's name sounded oddly familiar, but I couldn't recall where I heard it from. Was it from Aunt Kim, or perhaps my ex? I haven't heard from Royce ever since I found out about my baby, but that wasn't my problem. My problem right now, was fixed on my BIG DAY, the day I trained days for, and here I am, shaking. Nate took it upon herself to dress me up, like I was royalty. She applied a light make-up on my face, brought in my suit, and shoes. It felt like I was going on my first date, but in a professional way.When I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. My colours were all out, the ones I never knew I had. I looked older than 20, and my beauty radiated in the room. Yes, I know I was being self-aggra
I informed Nate earlier that I will be going home to get my medical report, but she didn't look interested in it anymore. No one needed to tell me that she had a lot on her mind.Mum received me with warm embrace. Aunt Kim wasn't back yet though, so, it was just I and Mum for the next one hour."You can't hide this pregnancy for long" Mum said to me, breaking the silence we enjoyed while we chewed on the popcorn, and watched a Tv series. I played deaf cos there was nothing to say. "What are your plans?" She pressured. Was she trying to make me sad, or she was just simply concerned?"I will take my break when my stomach starts protruding" I shrugged, not even sure of my plan. We kept chewing on the popcorn in silence. I caught a quick glance of my mum's face, there were mixed emotions."Are you worried about me, or the job?" I asked, when I couldn't withstand it anymore. It felt like my mum was still judging me, and haven't fully forgiven me. So, why did she come back? because I got a
Nate didn't ask for the medical report yesterday, so I assumed she was prolly occupied, and didn't want to disturb her, besides I got back late.I was to officially resume today, and could still feel the tension, I felt yesterday. "He is not a monster, breathe." I reminded myself of Nate's words, as a way of relaxing my nerves.Staring at my reflection in the mirror has become an habit for me, lately. My hands ran through my stomach, as I tried to feel for any movement. I know I was being silly, because it's too early for that.Reaching out for my hair, I tried dressing it just like the way Nate did yesterday. The result wasn't as beautiful as hers though. My name tag laid on the bed, and I stared at with admiration, like it was golden. It read 'PERSONAL ASSISTANT TO DANIEL BRADFORD, KHLOE JACOB'. Just tell me, who won't be grateful for this?My necklace was still fitted on my neck, so, all I had to do, was dress up, and place my tag on my suit, which I did within minutes.I admired m
In the dimly lit garage, Carl swung open the passenger door, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I felt a rush of adrenaline as he urged me to get in, his words tumbling out in a persuasive whisper. My heart raced like a wild animal, making it hard to catch my breath. I fired questions at him, but he just smiled at me, his silence only adding to the mystery. He slid into the driver's seat, and turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and we sped off into the darkness, the tires screeching in protest. The only sound was the soft hum of the engine and the crunch of gravel beneath the wheels, leaving a trail of dust in our wake.As we drove, I glanced at the road, my mind racing with thoughts about my boss's schedule. "I have to go out with my boss by 10 PM. Are we going to be back before then?" I asked, my voice almost lost in the breeze of the night. Carl's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You won't be back today," he responded, his voice low and hu
CARL AND MR. WILLIAMS Carl meets with his father in his room. Mr. Williams' face was etched with a deep frown as Carl explained the situation of Khloe mum's illness. "She's too sick to meet with you, unless you're willing to visit her in the hospital," Carl said, knowing full well that his father would not agree to the suggestion. One thing, he and his dad had in common was the strong aversion to hospitals, the antiseptic smell and sterile atmosphere grating on their nerves. "What exactly is wrong with her?" Mr. Williams asked, his eyes peering out from behind his glasses, his voice laced with concern."She has a heart problem, and I think a kidney problem too." Carl responded."She is your future wife's mother, why don't you just fly her to the best surgeons." His father suggested."Yes, you are right. I would be discussing this with Khloe today." Carl responded. Mr. Williams still had no idea that his son's girlfriend actually works in his house, and under his payroll. Ca
MR. WILLIAMS P.O.VI stood before the sleek, silver vault in my suave, dimly lit bedroom. The soft, golden light of the bedside lamp cast a warm glow on the simple, yet elegant document that lay before me. It was a contract, one that had bound me to a promise I made years ago. I was dressed in a comfortable, yet stylish outfit - a crisp, white linen shirt, paired with dark pants, and a pair of my favorite slides. As I gazed at the document, my mind wandered back to the happy memories of my wife. Her bright, radiant smile and infectious laughter filled my thoughts. We were once so happy, so full of life and love. But then, something changed. A secret, one that I had kept hidden for so long, began to tear us apart.I shut the vault, and made my way to the bed, collapsing onto the soft, feathered duvet. My eyes closed, and my mind drifted back to the past, to the moments that had led me to this point. The memories came flooding back, like a bittersweet tidal wave, crashing against the s
DANIEL'S P.O.V I realized that caution was crucial in my quest to outdo my brother, as Carl seemed to be gaining the upper hand. I needed to tread carefully to avoid raising suspicions and refrain from confrontations with my brother, opting instead for a more subtle approach. I reached for my phone and sent a discreet message to Nate, requesting a meeting outside the house at 12 P.M. She vehemently agreed to the meeting without telling me how her boss might need her to be around. Nate's sudden cooperation with me was equally unsettling but then, I wasn't going to win this fight without her. As I sat at RESTON Restaurant, my eyes fixed on my watch, mesmerized by the ticking seconds and minutes creeping towards our appointed hour. Time seemed to slow, and I felt like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And then, without warning, Nate appeared before me, her presence announced only by the soft creak of the chair as she sat down. Her sudden arrival caught me off guard,
KHLOE'S P.O.VI knew sneaking out of the mansion without my boss's permission was a grave mistake, but my mother's dire condition had left me no choice. I had to see her, and Carl had equally given me the courage to do so. I didn't even get a chance to speak with her, since she was asleep through out my stay in the hospital. But then, Carl's unexpected kindness had been a balm to my soul. He'd not only driven me to the hospital, but also taken Aunt Kim out, giving her a little opportunity to breathe in fresh air. Her smile when they returned was so beautiful, and I felt a pang of gratitude towards Carl that sent shivers down my spine. The flutter in my chest, the longing to be near him, it all came flooding back.Yet, my thoughts soon snapped back to my boss, who I knew would obviously still be pissed at me. I needed to face him now, to apologize and beg for mercy. My heart raced at the uncertainty of meeting him this morning - would I get fired, or perhaps receive more slaps on my f
As I sat on the ground, with my hand on my face, the headlights of Carl's car illuminated the dark driveway. He leapt out of the vehicle, his long strides devouring the distance between us. His face was a picture of fury, his eyes blazing like embers. "Don't tell me Daniel did this to you!!" he thundered, his voice like a crack of lightning that shook the air. "Where is Daniel?!!!!"I gestured weakly towards the club's back door, and Carl seemed to expand with rage, his chest heaving like a bellows. He looked like a knight ready to charge into battle, but I stopped him with a frail hand, my voice barely above a whisper, as I groaned in pain, "Please, Carl, just take me home."The anger in his eyes still simmered, like he was about to bring the whole world down. But as our gazes met, the anger eventually gave way to a softness I'd never seen before. He scooped me up from the ground with a tender strength, like I weighed nothing. He settled me into the back seat. Then, he rounded the ca
"Meet me at Roosevelt Club," Daniel's voice thundered through the phone, his tone devoid of warmth. The silence that followed was deafening, leaving me with a sense of agitation that made my heart race.Carl's eyes, filled with concern, locked onto mine. "What did he say?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. I relayed Daniel's curt message, and Carl's eyebrows furrowed in inquiry. "Why do you think he wants to meet you there?" he asked with curiosity written all over his face.I shrugged, my shoulders trembling slightly. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Carl's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. "I'll go with you," he offered, his voice firm and resolute. His eyes, filled with a deep empathy, seemed to say, 'I'm here for you, no matter what.' I felt a lump form in my throat, touched by his unwavering support."Thanks, Carl," I replied, my voice cracking slightly. "But I think you should head back home. I need to face Daniel alone." My words were laced with
I felt someone's warm touch on my shoulder blade, and I turned to see Aunt Kim's radiant smile and a shopping bag clutched in her hand. The brief break from the hospital's antiseptic aura had worked wonders on her countenance, replacing her earlier tears with a vibrant glow. As she held out the bag, her eyes sparkled with kindness. "We got your favorite ice cream, sweetie!" The cold, creamy treat was a welcome balm for my frazzled nerves. I mouthed a silent "thank you" as I savored the sweet delight.My gaze wandered, searching for Carl, and Aunt Kim nodded toward the parking lot. "He is in the car, waiting for you. I think you should leave now." She planted a kiss on my forehead. As I turned back to my mother's still form, my mind snapped back to the present, and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes locked onto her motionless figure, and my heart ached with worry. A quick glance at my phone revealed the time - 6:30 pm - and a string of missed calls from Daniel, each one a rem
The drive to the hospital was a grueling ordeal, a far cry from a smooth and peaceful journey. We found ourselves stuck in a seemingly endless traffic jam, with cars honking incessantly as frustrated drivers tried to navigate through the chaos. The cacophony of horns and revving engines was a stark contrast to the sense of urgency that drove us forward.As we inched along the congested road, I repeatedly tried calling Aunt Kim's number, only to be greeted by her voicemail each time. Fortunately, I had managed to get the name of the hospital during our last conversation, if not, we would have been completely stranded. The tension was obvious, the air thick with unease, as we navigated the chaotic roads. Despite the cool air blowing from the vents, I felt a trickle of sweat trace down my spine, my heart racing with every honk and swerve. Suddenly, a reckless driver veered into our lane, threatening to collide with Carl's car. My breath caught in my throat as Carl expertly swer