I sat at my desk, sipping my coffee and staring out the window, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Stanbic Cooperation Company, a leading cosmetics firm, was now under my leadership. We were among the top three biggest cosmetic companies in Mayae with numerous partners from all around the world.
My father, the founder of Stanbic Cooperation Company, was a man I admired greatly. He had started the company thirty years ago and through his hard work and dedication, it had grown into the successful business it was today. I remembered the countless times he would come home late at night, exhausted but still smiling, with stories of his struggles and triumphs. He would tell me about the early days, when he had to work tirelessly to get the company off the ground and how he had to overcome numerous obstacles to achieve his goals. As I grew older, I began to appreciate the sacrifices my father had made for our family and for the company. He had dedicated his life to building Stanbic Cooperation Company into a household name and I was determined to carry on his legacy. I thought back to the day my father had announced his decision to step down as CEO. He had called a meeting with the board of directors and had revealed his plans to retire. I had been shocked and saddened by the news but my father had reassured me that he had every confidence in my ability to lead the company. "I've taught you everything I know, Maya," he had said, his eyes shining with pride. "You're ready to take the reins and lead Stanbic Cooperation Company to even greater heights." I had taken my father's words to heart and had thrown myself into my new role as CEO. It hadn't been easy, of course. There had been many challenges to overcome and I had to make some tough decisions but I had persevered, using my knowledge and skills to navigate the complexities of the cosmetics industry. As I looked around my office, I felt a sense of satisfaction. The walls were adorned with framed photographs of my family and me, as well as awards and certificates that the company had received over the years. My desk was cluttered with papers and files but I knew exactly where everything was. Just then, Blessing knocked on the door. "Good afternoon, ma'am," she said, smiling. "I've completed the file you requested and you have a meeting with the Trivia group in thirty minutes." I took the file from Blessing and scanned its contents. She had done an excellent job, as always. Blessing was a hard worker and a valuable member of our team. "Alright, get the boardroom ready and tell Jude to send the files over," I instructed Blessing. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, exiting my office. BROADROOM The meeting with the Trivia group was a resounding success. As I concluded my presentation, the room erupted in applause. Mike, the CEO of Trivia, a man in his late thirties with dark eyes, approached me, a smile on his face. "Wow, Miss Maya, I must say I'm impressed," he said, extending his hand. "Thank you," I replied, shaking his hand. "We have a deal, then?" "Yes, a deal," he confirmed, smiling. As we finalized the details, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This partnership was going to be a game-changer for Stanbic Cooperation Company. If everything went according to plan, this product would be the talk of the town for years to come. As the meeting drew to a close, Mike turned to me and said, "Thank you, Miss Maya. I'm happy to be working with you,you're not only beautiful but also intelligent and hardworking. Why don't I take you out for dinner to celebrate?" I chuckled politely. "Business is business, Mr. Mike. I don't do dinner," I said with a smile. Mike laughed. "Alright, then. I'll be seeing you soon, gorgeous," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he walked out of the boardroom. I watched Mike leave,I couldn't help but ponder why he was perceived as a formidable figure in the industry. Within the cosmetics world, there existed individuals who wielded significant influence, capable of making or breaking a company with a single decision. Mike was one such individual, having assumed control of his father's company at a remarkably young age following his father's passing when Mike was just 15. Initially, he had struggled to maintain control, nearly losing the company to opportunistic individuals due to his limited knowledge of the cosmetics industry. However, he had persevered, dedicating himself to intense study and ultimately transforming his company into one of the leading cosmetics firms globally. Mike's reputation as the "Red Devil" of the cosmetics world preceded him and I found myself wondering if this moniker was justified. Beyond his reserved demeanor, I saw no reason for this reputation. Perhaps he was merely being courteous towards me, as I was new to the industry and he sought to establish a rapport. Whatever his intentions, one thing was clear: Mike was a shrewd businessman who would stop at nothing to achieve his objectives. His business acumen had enabled him to acquire several companies without their owners even realizing it and he held shares in numerous other companies. As I reflected on my encounter with Mike, I reminded myself that one should never judge a book by its cover. With this thought, I returned to my office, lost in contemplation. I picked up my office phone and dialed Blessing's extension. "Come to my office," I instructed her. A few minutes later, Blessing entered my office, a file in hand. "Yes, ma'am?" she inquired. "I've completed signing these documents. Please forward them to Jude," I said, handing her the file. "Yes, ma'am," Blessing replied, accepting the file from me. "I'll be taking my leave now," I said, rising from my chair. It's had been a month since I assumed the role of CEO, and I was pleased to see that the employees had adapted well to my leadership style. The office was now free from the awkward gatherings that had once plagued it, and the detestable color blue was no longer a dominant feature. I smiled to myself as I drove home.I opened the door to my office, I was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk, accompanied by a box of chocolates and a card. The sweet fragrance of the flowers filled the air and I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the card and read the message inside. "To the most beautiful girl in the world, have a nice day. Signed, Mike." I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. This was not the first time Mike had sent me gifts, and I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. After the conference a week ago, Mike had made it a habit to send me gifts daily but I had made it clear that I was not interested in him romantically. Despite this, he continued to send me gifts and messages, and I was starting to feel like I was being pursued. I put the card down and sat at my desk, trying to focus on the task at hand but my mind kept wandering back to Mike and his persistent advances. I was determined to keep our relationship professional but it was getting harder and harder to ignore his
I walked back to our table, Priscilla turned to me and said, "That's incredibly brave of you, standing up to that man like that." I chuckled and replied, "Someone needed to stand up for her." Priscilla nodded in agreement. "Very true, but I have to get going now," she said, glancing at her wristwatch. "Alright, Miss Priscilla," I said, extending my hand for a handshake. She smiled and shook my hand firmly. She then signaled to her manager, who was sitting two tables away from us, and he stood up, escorting her out of the coffee shop. I took a final sip of my coffee, paid the bill and gathered my things. As I headed outside to the parking lot, I noticed a park across the street from the coffee shop. The sound of children's laughter and giggles drew my attention and I felt a sudden urge to spend some time there. "I'll just take a short walk in the park," I said to myself, making my way towards the entrance. I paid for a ticket and entered the park. The park was a serene oasis,
As I prepared for work, my mind kept drifting back to that dream. It felt so real, lingering like a shadow in the corners of my thoughts. Shaking it off, I focused on today's agenda. I opened my wardrobe, selected a flowing white short dress, slipped on matching shoes, grabbed my glasses, and stepped out of the house. After that dream, I had resolved to ask Dad to send Christi over. At least I would have someone to talk to. Living alone was growing increasingly dull. As I drove away, I muttered to myself, "It's so boring living alone." “Good morning, Ma!” Blessing greeted me as she walked alongside me to my office. “Morning,” I replied, appreciating her bright energy. The preparations for the product launch had everyone buzzing with activity. I opened my office door and was surprised to find Mike sitting there, waiting for me. “Good morning, Mr. Mike! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “Oh, I just wanted to surprise you,” he said with a sm
I stood outside the hotel, the chill of the night creeping into my bones as a breeze rustled through the trees lining the street. The sky had turned a deep shade of gray and the air was heavy with the scent of impending rain. It was already 10:30 PM and I anxiously checked my phone for the umpteenth time to see if the cab Maxwell had promised would arrive. Why hadn’t I just driven my own car? I cursed my decision to leave it behind, knowing fully well that the hotel was miles away from the company and now I was at the mercy of a delayed cab. With a resigned sigh, I glanced up at the sky, the first few drops of rain pattering against my face, followed by a sudden gust of wind that sent a shiver down my spine. I contemplated calling Abbi, the head of security, to send someone to retrieve my car but I quickly dismissed the thought . The hotel was too far and I didn’t want to impose on anyone, especially at this hour. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold as I wai
He held my hand and guided me toward the pet shop. Although the shop was closed, there was a small overhang outside where we could take shelter from the rain. “Thank you so much,” I said, looking up at him, my heart fluttering with appreciation. He chuckled, brushing off my gratitude. “Oh, it’s nothing. I derive joy from helping damsels in distress,” he said with a playful grin. I couldn’t help but smile back. “You really are a sweet talker.” As we stood there waiting for the rain to let up, he suddenly pointed out, “You’re shaking.” I glanced down at myself, trying to appear strong despite my obvious discomfort. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied, forcing a chuckle as I attempted to downplay my shivers. “Come here,” he said softly, pulling me into his arms. Before I could react, he wrapped his hands around me and I immediately felt the warmth radiating from his body. It was as if an invisible force enveloped us, calming my tension and easing the cold that had seeped into my b
I swiped my card in front of my door and inputted my fingerprint in the sensor. The click sound came and I opened the door. Walking up to the switch, I turned on the light. "Welcome to my home," I said as I removed my shoes. "Thank you! You have a very nice place," Alex said. I smiled at him. "Alright, let me show you to the guest room so you can freshen up and get out of these wet clothes." I led him to the guest room. "Here we are! Please make yourself comfortable," I said politely. He looked around the room. "Not bad, Maya. This place is nice," Alex said. I smiled at him and headed back to my room. I couldn't wait to get out of these wet clothes. I entered my room, freshened up, put on a very comfortable nightwear and headed downstairs straight to the kitchen. If I were the only person at home, I wouldn’t bother eating dinner; I would have just drunk chocolate and gone to bed but having a visitor means you have to take care of them and when that visitor is someone you
on our way to the hospital, I couldn’t help stealing glances at the mother and son duo in the back seat. She carefully checked her son’s body, telling him to turn around so she could see him better. I could only smile at their tenderness, the way she radiated love and concern. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined the child and placed him on an IV. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the doctor reassured us. “He’s fine; he didn’t sustain any internal injuries, but he is malnourished. I advise you to take very serious care of the kind of food he eats,” the doctor said, his tone professional but gentle. I looked at the woman, whose face was etched with pain. I could see the worry in her eyes and the exhaustion that came with being a parent. My heart ached for her. “Thank you, doctor,” I said as we both left his office, grateful for the good news. “Thank you so much, ma'am,” the lady said, her voice shaky but filled with gratitude. I smiled at her, placing my
After a moment of silence, I decided it was time to lighten the mood. “Alright, enough with the sad talk! Let’s go grab coffee together,” I said, smiling at her. It had been so long since I had seen her, but it felt like just yesterday. Oh, how much I had missed her! Excitement bubbled within me at the thought of talking to her and catching up on everything we had missed in each other’s lives. As we walked out of the hospital, I noticed how the sun seemed to shine a little brighter. The world outside was bustling, with people moving with purpose, but all I could focus on was Maimai. We had so much to catch up on, so many memories to reminisce about and I was eager to dive into our shared past. “Do you remember our crazy college days?” I asked, laughing as we stepped into the café across the street. She chuckled and for a moment, I caught a glimpse of the old Maimai—the one who was full of life and laughter. “How could I forget? The late-night study sessions that turned into d
“Christi, you’re back,” I said softly, stepping closer. She turned her head toward me and managed a small smile. “Yeah. I couldn’t stay away for long.” At least she looked better than when I first saw her. I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. Mom was sitting near the window, slowly eating from a small bowl. That was a relief. She hadn’t eaten much since we got to the hospital, and I’d been worried. “Mom, you should eat more,” I said, pulling up a chair beside her. She gave me a tired smile. “I’m fine, Maya.” Christi got up and walked over to the table where a food flask sat. She opened it, served some porridge onto plate, and handed it to me. “Here, eat,” she said. I hesitated for a moment before taking it. “Thanks, Christi.” We sat in silence as we ate, the only sounds being the occasional scrape of the spoon against the plate. Every now and then, my eyes drifted
***Alex POV***I stared at my phone, my grip tightening as I replayed the sound of her voice in my head. She had tried to hide it, but I heard it,the tremble, the unshed tears clinging to her words. Maya was barely holding it together.A heavy sigh escaped me and I ran a hand over my face, leaning back against the cool metal of the gym’s weight rack. I shouldn’t have called her. Not now. Not when I knew hearing her like that would wreck me.But the second Carter told me about her dad about how critical his condition was,i couldn’t hold back anymore.I had to hear her voice.Even if all I got to say was a simple “Are you okay?” Even if she didn’t break down and let me comfort her like I wanted to.I just needed to be there, even if it was from a distance.I exhaled sharply, tossing my phone onto the nearest bench.“You good?” Adrian’s voice cut through my thoughts.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I bent down, grabbed the weights at my feet, and pushed through a few reps. Maybe if
I exhaled slowly, nodding. "It’s a relief that a perfect match was finally found,” he added. I swallowed hard, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. “That’s true,” I murmured. we’ve been searching for a compatible heart for so long. Dad was diagnosed with heart failure three years ago, but we only found out last year. He hid it from us, and when Mom discovered the truth, she was devastated. I was angry too, angry that he kept something so serious from us but later, I understood. He didn’t want us to worry. Since then, Mom had been relentless in making sure he took his medication, never letting him do anything physically demanding. Dad loved raising horses, but she wouldn’t even let him near the stables anymore. She was trying to keep him safe, following the doctor’s orders to the letter. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to stay strong. For them. “Thank you, Doctor,” I said, stretching out my hand for a handshake. “You’re welcome,” he replied, shaking my hand firmly
A young doctor entered, followed by two nurses. His presence commanded the room, his white coat pristine, a clipboard in his hand. “Good afternoon, everyone," He greeted as he approached my father’s bed. I stepped aside as he checked Dad’s vitals, scribbling something onto his clipboard before whispering to one of the nurses. She nodded and quickly left the room. Then, he turned to us. “We’ve found a match for the heart transplant,” he announced. For a moment, my mind went blank. “The organ will be transported Freya".he continued, looking between me and my mother. A choked sob escaped my lips. Relief flooded through me so suddenly that my knees nearly buckled. Mom covered her mouth, her body shaking as fresh tears spilled down her face. “Oh, thank God…” “We just need you to sign the necessary documents and the heart will be on its way immediately,” the doctor said. I nodded quickly. “I’ll do it.” ***Alex’s POV*** “Dad, not yet. Just give me some time.” I tri
Maya’s POVThe drive to the hospital felt like eternity, although in reality, it took less than twenty minutes. The road was smooth, the car’s tires gliding over the pavement, yet my heart felt like it was dragging across jagged stones. I knew this hospital ‘WHITLOCKS’ it is one of the best in Freya. My father had donated to this hospital countless times, yet now he lay inside, not as a benefactor, but as a patient fighting for his life.As soon as the car pulled up at the entrance, I turned to Christi. Her face was pale, her eyes hollow, the dark circles under them a cruel reminder of the sleepless night she had spent crying. I knew she needed rest, even though she stubbornly refused to leave.“Christi, you need to go home and get some sleep,” I said softly, squeezing her cold hand.She shook her head immediately. “No. Don’t send me home, Maya. I want to stay".I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “I need you to do something important for me. Mom and I will need food w
**Maya's POV** As we drove to the hospital, the road felt oddly familiar, a stark reminder of the countless times I had traveled this path for my dad’s charitable donations. This hospital, one of the best in Freta, had become a second home for him, filled with memories of hope and healing. The car came to a stop at the entrance, and a wave of anxiety washed over me. “Christi, you go home and rest. You’ve been up since early today. I’ll send Mom over soon,” I said, squeezing her hand slightly, hoping to reassure her. “Hy, don’t send me home! I want to come with you,” she insisted, her eyes wide with determination. “Christi, you need to prepare something for me and Mom,” I said, trying to coax her home. The dark circles under her eyes were evident, a clear sign of too much crying and not enough sleep. If Christi looked like this, I could only imagine how Mom was holding up. The thought of Mom made my heart race. I needed to be strong for everyone in our family. After what felt like
The shrill ring of the home telephone jolted me awake, slicing through the haze of sleep. Who could be calling at such an early hour? I groggily reached for my phone on the bedside table. “Morning, Maya speaking,” I mumbled, my voice still thick with sleep as the line connected.“Maya! Maya!” The urgency in my mother’s voice sent a shockwave through me. Instantly, the remnants of my dreams vanished, replaced by a surge of concern.“Mum, talk to me. Is everything okay?” I asked, forcing myself to sit up straight, a sense of dread creeping into my gut.“I’ve been calling you! Where is your phone?” she replied, her voice trembling with anxiety.“Mom, my phone fell into the pool yesterday,” I explained, trying to keep my voice steady, though the knot in my stomach tightened.“Are you crying? What’s wrong?” I could hear her voice quivering and my heart sank further.“Maya, it’s your father. He collapsed when coming out of the bathroom yesterday."she said, her sobs breaking through the li
**Alex Pov**Welcome, boss,” Cater, my most trusted guard, said. I pat him on the back.“Have there been any unusual activities around the area?” I asked, my mind racing with possibilities. “Nothing unusual on the surface but we’ll keep an eye out,” he assured me, his expression serious. “Boss, your father wants to see you.” Carter said as he opened the door of the SUV for me.“You mean the president?” I tossed the key of my bike to him, a playful smirk on my face.“Still your father,” Carter replied with a smile.The car roared to life as I settled into the back seat, attempting to change clothes during the drive home. The familiar sights outside blurred by, each one pulling me further into the whirlwind of my family dynamics.Upon entering the house, I noticed more security guards inside than usual. My curiosity simmered, but I saved my questions for later. I walked into the dining room where my family of three was already seated at the table.“Look who’s here—the one and only pro
“Maya, Maya!” I heard someone call, pulling me back to reality. I looked up to see Alex still standing outside the car, his head bent inside. “Are you okay? I’ve been calling you for a minute now and you just blanked out.” Confusion flickered in his eyes and I could see the concern etched on his face.“Damn, it was just an imagination,” I cursed under my breath. “No wonder it was too good to be true.” “Oh, I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile as I got out of the car. I had just escaped death and here I was, lost in thoughts I shouldn’t be having. What was wrong with me? I pinched myself to ensure this was reality and not another figment of my imagination.“When I found you, the door to the pool was locked,” he said as we walked toward my house. I looked up at him, trying to process what this might mean. “Someone locked it on purpose,” he stated, his tone grave.A chill ran down my spine. Who would be so wicked as to want me dead? Who had I offended, and how did they know I couldn’t