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A Secretary's Vendetta A Date With My Boss
Aurora POV:I was putting the finishing touches on my make up when I heard the door bell rang for the second time today. "That's him" I said "Well go, don't leave him standing for too long""I'm yet to round off my make up" "You've done enough justice to your beauty, it's rude to stand a man up""Technically I'm not standing hin up" "Just go silly"I went to open the door and indeed it was him. I felt my throat dry up at the mere sight of him. He look majestic and hypnotically alluring just standing right there on the porch. Adorned in a three piece suit that most definitely costs a fortune - he oozed a strong aura of rich, strong, classy, dreamy, it didn't matter I knew he was all this already."You look incredible" He said "Those office attires are not doing enough justice to your beauty"I literally could feel my porcelain skin turn pink."Thank You, Mr. Jordan. I really love the clothes too, For a man, you made quite an excellent picks and had such good eyes for female clothes.
A Secretary's Vendetta A land Hidden in the Mist.
Michael POV:Nestled in the woodland, as humble as any rock face in these parts, was the mansion. It's windows were as shy eyes, large to welcome any ray of sun. The rock walls belonged right where it was, as if per chance it had grown up right from that hallowed ground. It was as if it had been called into existence to protect those who came to dwell within, to quell the elements and allow a heat to build from hearths into the inhaled woodland air. The gate was opended at once and was allowed to drive in. The mansion was all concrete and tall glass windows that gave a view of the mountains, a chance to relax and take in the changing of the seasons from the comfort of an easy chair. The mansion stood there as if the surrounding nature had embraced it, that the flora flowed within it as much as around it. For the architect had loved the trees so much that there was a mighty oak in the centre, centuries old, and the great house had been built around. The house born of an architect's pl
A Secretary's Vendetta Meet Me Outside
Michael POV:I finally found the twat having a chat with an old man I've never seen before, he seemed like a reputable figure with how classy he dressed. I walked up to him slowly, careful not to draw attention to myself. I tapped his shoulder gently, but he was having none of that. "Mr. Aiyelero" I called He finally turned around and stared at me irksomely like he would a dirty rat, it infuriated the hell out of me."You came" He said "Of course, I did. You weren't expecting me to show up""I thought entry was strictly by invitation, I didn't know know they allowed both dogs and sheep in.""Says the man that mauled his wife for 30 years, I think the animal amongst us knows better"He was thinking swiftly for a better clap back when someone called me out."Mr. Angelo" He called I turned to see Calhoun Ballenge walking towards me arms wide. "Calhoun Ballenge" I replied, trying to fill my words with enough enthusiasm."You came?" He asked "Well I'm here, aren't I" I chuckled "I
A Secretary's Vendetta The Elephant in the Room
Aurora POV:The party was was just incredible, never have I seen that number of prominent figures all at once before. They all stood in clusters of four, five and six, having a chat.I expected to feel the bewildered and accusing eyes thrown my way as soon as we stepped, the former I could understand why, the latter I'm not so sure. But it seems like no one actually gave a damn about me, rather it was Mr. Jordan drawing all the attention. Despite wearing quite an alluring clothe, I felt so small and out of place. For every second longer I felt even smaller. I felt myself being viscerally pushed to an edge."Hey What's wrong Aurora?" He asked softly "Your face looks drain of blood, don't tell me you are getting cold feet" "Mr. Jordan - " "Leo" He replied assertively "Leo" I said akwardly "perhaps coming here was a bad idea""Why?" "I feel like everyone is staring at me like an elephant on a tree. What secretary becomes his boss date""Its all in your head, Aurora. If they all are,
A Secretary's Vendetta The Painter.
Michael POV:I walked in front and turned around a few times to make sure he trailed behind me. "Where are we going" He demanded "Shut up and follow me" He looks exasperated by my reply but said nothing and followed me.I got to where I was sure there was no camera to my knowledge around Calhoun Ballenge house and stopped. I brought out the divorce papers and handed it to him to sign."Why come all the way out here to sign a divorce papers, are you retarded?" "You should have said that earlier so I could hand it to you infront of everyone you fucking coward.""What did you just call me""Just sign the goddam divorce papers Mr. Aiyelero" "Fucking peasants and not knowing their place"I knew he was trying to rile me up, so I simply laughed it off."Where is the pen" I brought out a pen from my breast pocket and handed it to him. After staring daggers at me for a moment he finally signed it. He threw it at me after he was done signing it, I carefully bent down and picked it up. It
A Secretary's Vendetta The Man who creates Strife.
Micheal POV:I watched her for a brief moment, all alone just staring at my art on the wall. I wasn't surprised she seemed to enthralled with it, I've been told how captivating my art is and how it's capable of putting people in a trance."Are you going to meet her or you are planning to just stand stare" Cal said jolting me back.I realized I was also feeling a trance like effect just staring at her, her enthralling aura was a thousand fold the art. She looked so beautiful I could only glare, I have ran into two to three times and knew by how much her body has changed but never in my wildest dream did I imagine the woman right infront of me. Everything about her oozed magnificence, from her flaxen hair that hung above her shoulder to her toe covered by the splitted flowing gown she was wearing and the rich part of her thigh of the other leg that was there to ogle at, her arm was also exposed and so was a rich part of her cleavage I can see from a distance. How did she become so beaut
A Secretary's Vendetta When The Universe Mocks You Twice
Micheal POV: I looked at the glass of champagne that fell from her hand and the spilt liquid was starting to flow. Could it be the drink?"Someone call the ambulance" A Voice shouted "I already did" Cal replied. I had no idea he was right behind me."No, I'm not waiting again for an ambulance. I won't make the same mistake twice. Another important person won't die on me" I muttered "Get me part of that drink, even if it's a drop." I said to CalI arose with her in my arms and ran towards the door. Cal was right behind me, half running and half walking to keep up with me."What are you doing" he asked"Where do you think, I'm heading to the hospital""In my garage?""I'm taking your Tesla" "I've already called the ambulance, they would be here any minute now""If you expect me to wait for the ambulance while someone I care about wither away then you are spastic Cal" I will be able to sleep at night knowing I tried my possible best rather than watch and do nothing, I will never be
A Secretary's Vendetta Reawakening
Aurora POV:I woke up squinting at the bright light overhead. Someone was rubbing something cool on the back of my hand, but the slickness quickly turned to a jab of pain. I flinched and turned my head. A nurse was securing an IV into my hand with tape. An IV? I was in the hospital? Pain slithered between on my temples, fogging my thoughts, and the bleach smell wafting off the sheets turned my stomach. The last thing i remembered was talking to Mr. Angelo at the party.Then, nothing.I felt a wave of drowsiness sweep through me, whatever was in the IV was making me ....I Fade out. I woke up again to a beeping sound. I was not oblivion to my surroundings this time , a strong familiar stench filled my nose, it was the hospital that have such amalgam of smell emanating from varied sources, ranging from strong cleaning agents to the smell of drugs. Faces poke through the haze, linger, fade away. They peer down, ask me questions. They all ask questions. Do I know who I am? Do I hurt any
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A Secretary's Vendetta Epilogue
Epilogue Aurora POV:The warm sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow on the bedroom walls. I lay in bed, feeling the gentle rhythm of my husband's breathing beside me. It had been a long and arduous journey for us, but today was a day of happiness—a day to cherish the love and resilience that had brought us together.I watched him for a long time, I enjoyed watching him sleep. there was something particularly soothing about watching him sleep.As I stretched my arms above my head, my eyes fell upon the photograph on the nightstand. It captured a moment frozen in time, our wedding day. We got married on a beach in Oregon. It was the most beautiful day of my life. Michael's eyes were filled with unwavering devotion, and I couldn't help but smile at the memory. The vows we exchanged that day held the promise of a lifetime of shared dreams and unbreakable bonds.We had toured the world like he had promised leaving with beautiful memories everywhere we we
A Secretary's Vendetta Second Hand Love
Michael POV:As I stood before the graves of my parents and Beatrice, a mix of emotions washed over me. It was the first time I had brought anyone to this sacred place. I watched as she knelt down, her face solemn and filled with respect, paying her respects to the departed souls who had unwilling been absent to shape my life."Who are they?" She askedI was yet to tell her whom they are and name on the graves gave no clues to whom they were. "The first two are my parents and the third is my elder sister" She looked taken aback"I thought you never knew them""I was lucky to find out, with some help of some friends. I wanted you to meet them too"She nodded, her eyes filled with awe. Aurora's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words carrying a weight of sincerity and determination. "I promise you, dear parents and sister, that I will take care of Michael. I will be there for him, just as you were. I will cherish him, support him, and love him with all my heart. You have left
A Secretary's Vendetta Blow It in the Wind
Michael POV: The town recieve the news about Calhoun with mixed feelings. The next few days was spent uprooting every corrupt official on Calhoun payroll and his drug warehouse was ruthlessly shut down. It was finally Mark's funeral, I had dreaded this day because of the effects I knew it would have on me.I stood there, my heart heavy with sorrow, as I gazed upon the somber scene before me. The room was filled with mournful whispers and tear-streaked faces, each one reflecting the immense loss we all felt. "Today, we gathered to bid farewell to a dear friend, a courageous soul who had given his life in the line of duty. He was a cop, a protector of the innocent, and his untimely death"The eulogies began, each one a testament to his character and the impact he had made on countless lives. His family, friends, and fellow officers all shared their stories, their voices trembling with a mix of grief and admiration. They spoke of his courage, his selflessness, and his unwavering deter
A Secretary's Vendetta Price of Freedom
Aurora POV: It's been days since my search and rescue. I never imagined that freedom could feel so overwhelming. After enduring the horrors of being kidnapped and held captive, the sweet taste of liberation should have been pure bliss. Yet, as I cautiously navigate this newfound freedom, it feels as though the world around me is still holding its breath, afraid to disturb the fragile existence I've fought so hard to regain.The news of my rescue spread like wildfire, and people showered me with words of relief and gratitude. They embraced me with tender hugs, their eyes brimming with tears of joy. But beneath their smiles, I sensed a subtle unease, an unspoken fear of shattering my fragile state of recovery. It's as if they see me as a porcelain doll, easily broken with a single misplaced step.Every interaction now feels calculated, as if everyone around me is walking on tiptoes, afraid to say or do anything that might trigger painful memories or send me spiraling back into the dark
A Secretary's Vendetta Furry Companions
Aurora POV:I stepped into the familiar warmth of Michael's house. He came back to pick me up the next morning after spending considerable time with my mother. He had insisted on staying with him for the time being and my mother was only happy to agree. It is a mix of relief and apprehension flooding my senses. The events of the past few days had been a nightmare, one that had finally released its grip on me. I glanced around, taking in the comforting sights of our living room, but the shadows of the ordeal still lingered in every corner.Michael stood beside me, his eyes filled with a mix of worry, love, and a determination to keep me safe. I understood his concerns; after all, I had been taken away from him against my will. But as much as I craved his protective presence, I also longed for a sense of normalcy and the freedom to heal at my own pace.Michael furry companions who seems to have been waiting anxiously for my return, approached cautiously, sniffing the air with curiosity
A Secretary's Vendetta Pain of the Past
Michael POV:As I walked Mr. Eyre and Jane to the airport, the weight of sadness enveloped us, casting a somber atmosphere over our conversation. The news of Calhoun, being responsible for his daughter's death had left us both of them speechless and devastated.Jane walked in front while Mr. Eyre and I walked behind her."I can't believe it, Michael," Mr. Eyre whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief and pain. "How could someone commit such a heinous act? I can't wrap my mind around it."His words echoed the thoughts that swirled in my own mind. I struggled to find an answer, my voice choked with emotions. "I don't know, Mr. Eyre," I managed to say, my voice laced with sorrow. "We continued walking through the airport, the surroundings a blur as our conversation grew heavier with regret and guilt."I blame myself, Mr. Eyre " I confessed, "I can't help but wonder if there were signs I missed, if I could have protected her somehow. And to think I have wined and dined with her kill
A Secretary's Vendetta Crackling of the Flames
Aurora POV:I stood there, watching the flames dance and devour the remnants of the cloth I had worn during my unimaginable ordeal. The crackling fire illuminated the night, casting a warm glow upon my face as i gathered around its flickering embrace. The crackling of the flames seemed to echo the tumultuous journey I had endured, a journey that had tested my spirit to its very limits."Aurora" My mother called, I turned to see her creeping on me. I saw glint of sadness in her eyes, when she saw what I was burning. What was suppose to represent a joyous day, now represents a traumatizing experience, it's existence needed to be erased."Libby and Mabel are here to see you. Should they wait for you in the Living room""Let them join me in the backyard" I replied softly "Ok dear" I heard their footsteps few seconds later, before Libby reached out and gently touched my shoulder. "We came as soon as your mother called you are back" Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, "We miss
A Secretary's Vendetta An Unbroken Promise and A Friendship Forged in Blood
Michael POV:"Are you okay, Aurora? I'm here now, everything is fine now" I held her tightly like someone would try to steal her from my hand againHer tear glands finally gave in to the waterworks. "I was so scared" she said choking on her own words. "I thought I was not going to see you again""Then I had Mark died in my arms, I watched him died, life sucking out of him slowly. Then I had to stare at his dead body for hours""You are fine now"I patted and rocked her body like one would a baby. It felt soothing to have her in my arms again. My heart races in my chest, adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I hold her tightly in my arms. We've just escaped from the clutches of danger, and the relief surges through me like a tidal wave. I can feel her trembling against me, her breath coming in short gasps, and I know she's just as shaken as I am. As I look into her eyes, gratitude and love swirl in the depths of my being. The thought of losing her, of never seeing that radian
A Secretary's Vendetta A Stitch in Time
Aurora POV: I sat resting on the wall while staring into the oblivion. I sit here, trapped in this cold, desolate room, my spirit drained and my body weary. The flickering overhead light casts eerie shadows on the peeling walls, reflecting the dismal state of my existence. My mind is numb, and my once fiery gaze has dulled into a vacant stare.Hope, once a flickering flame within me, has been extinguished. Not the long for my mother's smile and Michael touch could rekindle the hope. It has been replaced by a resignation, a surrender to the cruel fate that has befallen me. The days and nights blend together, a blur of monotony and fear. I have lost track of time, as each passing moment feels like an eternity.Calhoun intentions are unclear, his motives shrouded in darkness. If he wanted to kill me he should have already. All I know is that he holds complete control over my life, and I am at his mercy. The uncertainty gnaws at me, devouring any remnants of strength I have left. I wonde
