Malcolm's phone buzzed, jolting him from the thoughts that had engulfed him, as he glanced at the screen only to realize that Zoe had replied with three big angry words in capital letters, with numerous exclamation marks after them to lay emphasis. It made his lips curve into a broad grin as he read it again. ‘I AM BUSY!!!!!!’ ‘I will come up to meet you then,’ he texted her back immediately, waiting to see her reaction. ‘Then I will tell the security guards to tell anyone that I am not up, so you can't come in, Malcolm!!!’ She laid further emphasis and even added an angry emoji, but it only made him chuckle more. It was better than her not replying to his messages all day. ‘And I will wait till you come out and meet me,’ he typed back immediately, his fingers grazing his lips, his eyes fixed on his phone, his mind predicting what she would text next. ‘Then you can stay there. I don't give a damn,’ She responded again, and he snickered so much because he had already speculated
Malcolm sat behind his table in the office the next morning, staring blankly at the beautiful scenery of the city from his office through his floor-to-ceiling window, as Zoe's words from last night echoed endlessly in his mind like a storm. He wanted to believe that it was a lie that she was in love with her friend Martin, and that it was an attempt at her end to push him away from her. However, her eyes seemed so stern when she said those words to him. It was hard to tell if she was telling the truth or not. “No,” he muttered to himself, his hands fisting in anger as the veins popped out, “She is lying and is just saying that to break whatever we have,” he tightened his fists restlessly. The thought of Zoe loving another man twisted his insides with jealousy, as his thoughts raced through his memories, trying to think if he truly saw any affection in her eyes for Martin on the day they met at the party. Though he had been so uncomfortable and restless about the kind of rela
Zoe walked into the quiet and elegant café that had a great ocean view, her luxurious flats barely making any sound against the polished floor, the ambiance around filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint sound of a piano playing a classic song in the background. Her eyes found Martin at the perfect corner after looking with his back facing her, as she strutted straight to where he was sitting. As she got closer to the table, she could hear his voice, low and intense, speaking to someone on the phone, his right index finger tapping on the table furiously as he spoke, not noticing her arrival yet. “You do not get to decide how I run my affairs or do my things! It is either you calm down and give me time, or give me space!” he muttered furiously. Zoe paused a few steps away as soon as she heard that, not wanting to interrupt his heated conversation, as she watched as Martin ran a hand through his hair frustratedly, and talked in a stern way she had never hea
“Zoe! Wait!” The loud, piercing voice struck Zoe by the ears, as she turned her head sharply to see who was calling her, but her eyes were only met by a crowd of people, walking to and fro through the bustling lobby, the sounds of their footsteps and muted conversation blending into a distant hum. She turned face away instantly with the thought that she had heard wrongly, as she urged Zara, who had asked what the problem was, to keep moving, until she suddenly heard her name again, but at a much closer range this time around. “Zoe,” she heard the familiar voice call her name, and her head turned sharply again to see who it was, her heart sinking in disappointment at the sight of the person that was running after her, the memories of their last encounter flashing through her eyes. “Please, Zoe. I need just a few minutes. I just want to apologize to you,” he finally reached her, slightly befuddled and out of breath, his expression one of earnest desperation. “What the hell, Marcel
Zoe sat by the window of the airplane on the business class flight they were seated on, her focus intensely on the laptop she had placed on the tray table before her, as her fingers worked on the keyboard with speed and precision. She was busy reviewing every document that needed to be acknowledged and corrected from spreadsheets, to presentations and emails as well, as if she were at the office, while sipping from the mug of coffee that was placed beside her at intervals. Beside her, sprawled in a rather unprofessional way was Zara, whose head was lolled to one side of her chair, mouth slightly open, while in a deep sleep, with her blanket barely covering her body properly in the way in which she had slept. Hours passed as Zoe continually stretched her neck and rolled her shoulders to keep herself going, each time she felt her bones ache in fatigue and weariness. And the moment one of the dignified flight attendants came to her with a welcoming smile, presenting her with a be
It was almost three days after Zoe departed without talking to anyone before and during the trip, and she returned on a Saturday evening, back to the house of the Meyers, which she had not been to for almost a week. It kept everyone on their toes, especially the maids when they saw her make her way into the mansion, every one of them rejoicing inwardly because peace could finally reign in the mansion. The ambiance that caused anger and malice was palpable in the mansion during her absence, but was more intense for the past three days with vicious rages flying everywhere. From what they could decode, it seemed like the boss of the house, Malcolm, had been distraught ever since she suddenly disappeared without telling anyone as they all gossiped about the information they all secretly picked from the family's conversations. “I heard she doesn't even love Mr. Meyer,” one of the maids stated as they all gathered briefly to gossip. “What?! Such a gorgeous man? How is that even pos
“How much did you tell her?” Irina sat by her bedside as one of the maids in the mansion oiled her legs smoothly and gave them a soft massage, her posture rigid and her eyes sharp as she scrutinized Audrey. “I told her nothing. I swear,” Audrey, who had been standing before her for what felt like hours after she sent for her, gave a response, her cowering eyes twitching under the weight of her mother-in-law’s scrutiny. Irina's lips curled into a tight sneer, her eyebrows arching high so contemptuously, “How am I supposed to believe you?” her tone dripped with condescension and suppressed disdain. “I promise I didn't,” Audrey raised her eyes to meet Irina's in a convincing way, even if she knew there was no way to move the frigid woman's heart if she chose not to believe her. Irina's eyes narrowed doubtfully, and she tilted her head slightly, studying Audrey with a critical gaze, “You both were seen together in the kitchen, and she talked over your shoulders,” her voice was grave
Zoe drove down the sloppy, lonely road, through the beautiful sea that seemed to bring some kind of happiness that she couldn't quite describe. The beautiful sight of the water made it feel like she could breathe without being under the scrutiny of anyone she knew at that moment, as she moved along the road leading into the small countryside town where she was led to by what was mentioned on the news Martin showed her. She stepped out of the car, her eyes scanning the old, quaint houses that were around, nestled between rolling hills and vast fields of wildflowers. Cobblestone streets meandered through the town, flanked by charming cottages with ivy-clad walls and neatly trimmed gardens arranged in vibrant blooms.The town seemed eerily quiet with quite a few shops along the main street, barely with any customers, the smell of newly baked bread waffling from the small bakery which stood in an open space, while the local café which was a few feet away, seemed to have a few people seat
A bitter smile curved Zoe’s lips, “I am sorry I have made you uncomfortable all this while. To be honest, I just really want somewhere to feel at home,” she shrugged slightly as if it was nothing, even if she was crumbling within her. “Growing up with my granny, I had a very rough life. Was bullied endlessly because I had no Mum, and was dirt poor. I worked my ass trying to get an education, but it didn't pay off because I had too many debts. Then an old man my granny knew agreed to take away my debt if I got married, so I did, hoping to escape my lowly, but it was way worse. I suffered a lot,” Zoe began to recount everything that she had been wanting to let out, at least to the very woman she desperately wanted to tell the truth to. She wanted her to know that even if Emily had been her biological Mum, she had a trashy life in the past either way. She had never truly had a family. “You.. you've been married?” Jasmine's incoherent words stumbled out of her trembling lips, as she st
“What do you mean?” Jasmine, who had been pretending not to listen to their conversation almost asked, her eyes widening in shock at what Zoe had just revealed.But Raine took the words right out of her lips before she could say it. “What? Really?” Her eyes sparked up in curiosity.Zoe shrugged lightly, as if trying to make the conversation as natural as possible, “She told me she is not my Mum.”“How?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You were adopted?!” Her voice rose in speculation. “No,” Zoe laughed.More confusion crossed Raine's features, making her more puzzled than the last, “Then how? She picked you up?” “Maybe because she has lost her mind or something. She rambles on these days. That was when she told me,” she mumbled. “Lost her mind?” Raine's voice lowered in pity. “Yeah. She did pretty bad things, and I guess maybe that is her reward. She doesn't even recognize me,” Zoe laughed like it was some bad joke. Genuinely, Raine's eyes lowered in worry, as she questione
Zoe drove through the neighborhood where Jasmine lived, as she navigated through the quite complex intersection with the help of the car GPS. She had hesitantly texted the address of where she lived after she agreed to host Zoe for the dinner, and continued to contemplate in her mind if she had done the right thing. ‘She said she would end everything anyway. However, she couldn't just say to her. Not when she must be having the worst day ever, and felt like the only person she could call was her,’ Jasmine thought to justify her actions in her heart, so that she wouldn't think too much about it again. ‘It was better to end things now with one dinner than later. And besides, she said she had something to tell her too,’ the thought occurred to her again, as she began to chop vegetables on the wooden board before her. ‘What did she want to tell her though? And what did she mean by the truth? Did it have to do with herself or her mother? Her motive for appearing before her? Or why did s
The day had been so long for Zoe. She had been in meetings all day and could barely sit or take a rest. She continued to attend to PR drafts, legal briefs, and financial damage projections like she was juggling swords with bleeding hands.Calls continued to pour in from brand partners who were threatening to pull out, and their collaboration clients were threatening to sue because they were losing money too. Refunds were being processed in thousands as many canceled their orders, and things continued to spiral out of control with each passing hour. And worst of all, in the middle of the chaos, her executive assistant, Hepzy told her that someone was trying to sneak the rumor of embezzlement to major shareholders to instigate them and worsen the situation. And even the press conference she planned to hold, she canceled it, hoping everyone would understand her, but it seemed like they were coming for her head. “I am telling you, if one more refund hits our books tonight, we are tippi
“I will make this simple,” she continued smoothly, “I vote against the motion to remove Malcolm Meyer as CEO.” For a moment, no one knew what to do with that information as they tried to process it. They wondered if she had mentioned the word 80% their hearts skipping and their eyes widening, only until they processed it again in their mind. Then Arthur Cordova scoffed, realizing what she said, “She only has 8%,” he muttered, adjusting his tie, “That is nowhere near enough to overturn the decision,” he muttered, his deigning tone settling heavily into the room. Then, the board secretary cleared his throat and spoke out at the moment, “I am afraid he is right, Ms. Barclay,” he said, though his voice was more cautious now, “While your vote has been noted, the board’s majority still stands. 35% of his, 8% of yours, and 2% of one of the members seated here is still 45%,” he explained calmly. Tilting her head slightly, an unperturbed smile graced Justine's lips, as a small sigh escape
Back at the boardroom at MEL-CO headquarters, Malcolm managed to keep calm as he stood and maintained composure, with a tight smirk crossing his lips, “Well,” he drawled while loosening his tie, “This is interesting,” his voice called everyone's attention. The supposed new CEO, Greg, leaned forward while feigning concern, before he spoke “Malcolm. The board has spoken. It is nothing personal and just business. You have done your best for this company, and we truly commend you for that,” he snickered lightly. The audacity.A chuckle, low and amused escaped Malcolm as he listened to the gibberish that was spewed before him, his mind, already recalibrating, and strategizing his next move.But as his mind sped through thoughts, one question gnawed at him as his eyes swept across the room again. ‘Where are they?’ His despicable scrambled family. The ones who had been circling like vultures for years, and waiting for every chance to sink their claws into the company. The very ones that
“Oh, you think you can give me anything I want?” She had shot a mocking look at him, and laughed hysterically the moment, each intensifying by each passing minute causing Andre to stiffen in anger the more even if he struggled to hold himself while clinging tightly to the suit he was wearing. “Giving me what I want is not something you can do, Andre Meyer,” she suddenly got angry.“Then why are you threatening me?!” He demanded, unable to suppress what he was feeling, “You must want something, don't you?” Isla sighed dramatically, as if expecting him to ask her that, as she leaned back tiredly, “I would not have come this far if Mum treated both of us equally anyway,” she spoke calmly as if trying to savor the intensity of her words, “But seeing you paranoid makes me happy,” she chuckled. “You are evil!” He blurted lividly. “Is that so?” She laughed, as she suddenly began to waltz carefully around the room, her fingers brushing through the tip of everything unnecessary, “I want
Still lost in thought back at RINASHONE gallery, Isla's lips curled into a slow, wicked smile as the echoes of that delicious moment replayed like a favorite melody, the moment blood drained from her brother's face when she mentioned his nemesis. “Yes, you bloodthirsty fool! You murdered your wife, and just had to ruin my plans, did you not? Or do I have to remind you?!” she had yelled at his face. ‘Oh, how she wished she had captured his expression on camera. The way he went pale, and struggled to pretend like he didn't understand what she was saying. The delight he had given her when she taunted him more after sensing the quick, almost imperceptible stiffening of his shoulders.’ She loved how her unexpected accusation had struck him like a whip, and how he blinked rapidly, his throat working as he tried to force a denial past his dry lips, as if he had misheard. His entirety had trembled with the shock of his life, and his eyes widened astonishingly, when he struggled to h
Meanwhile, at the MEL-CO headquarters company that morning, every worker scrambled quietly to get to the main building to clock in for the day with their employee’s card, where they could stuff themselves into the elevator and get to their respective offices before their working hours for the day would begin. Inside the private elevator which led instantly to the CEO's office was Malcolm standing without a word, and beside him was Edward, who was shuffling through a neatly organized tablet of notes, completely unaware of the storm awaiting them as the elevator went up with the speed of light. Reaching the top floor of the office building, the elevator doors slid open with a quiet dinger, and Malcolm stepped out, his polished leather shoes blending with a silent click against the marble floor. He was dressed in an impeccable dark navy blue suit, which perfectly complemented the crisp white shirt beneath, and the black tie that knotted his neck. Expecting to see the usual bustling