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
I Coughing out the water that had splashed into my mouth, I struggled to catch my breath as he helped me sit up straight. “Slowly, Maya,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. I focused on controlling my racing heart while he lifted me from the floor and guided me to the sitting area. He removed his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the warmth enveloping me in a comforting embrace.“Thank you so much,” I said, locking my gaze with his.If Alex hadn’t shown up when he did, I shuddered to think of what might have happened. “But what was he doing here?suddenly realizing how unexpected his presence was.“You’re always welcome,” he replied with a gentle smile.“how did you find me?” I pressed, curiosity getting the better of me.“I’ll answer that later, but for now, you need to go home.” He extended his hand and I placed my cold fingers in his as we made our way out of the swimming area.As we held hands and walked through the back door of the hotel, I couldn’t help but steal
I nodded, appreciating their advice. “Thanks for the advice.”i said Just then, a young girl approached us. She was wearing a pink shirt gown with a slightly nervous expression. “Hello, everyone she greeted waving at us. Are you Maya?” she asked, looking directly at me. “Yes,” I replied, curious. “Mr. Mike wants you to meet him at the poolside,” she said. I rolled my eyes internally. “What does Mike want now?” I thought but I didn’t voice my annoyance. “Alright,” I said instead The twins exchanged glances, chuckling and giving me a look that suggested they were in on something. “Come on, you guys should stop,” I said, laughing as I waved goodbye. “We said nothing!” they protested, their laughter echoing after me. As I followed the girl through the crowd, I could sense eyes on me again. I turned briefly to see Isabella staring at me, a smirk plastered on her face. I ignored her, focusing on the girl who was leading me to Mike. We arrived at the swimming pool are
As others joined in the dance, I couldn't wait for it to end. The moment it did, I tried to slip away but Mike insisted he wanted to introduce me to some big shots. The waiter returned my purse and Mike linked his arm with mine, leading me toward two young men seated nearby. They looked to be in their early twenties, and I couldn’t help but notice how identical they were with no difference at all. “Hello, this is Maya, the president of Stanbic Cosmetic Company,” he introduced me, pride evident in his tone. Hello, nice to meet you,” both young men said in unison, their voices smooth and charming. I smiled back, enchanted by the way they spoke. “Meet Franklin and Eleanor, the youngest sons of the president,” Mike continued. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting them to be such big shots!” I said, smiling and waving at them. Mike continued introducing me to more people and I felt grateful for his help. I was able to meet a lot of interesting individuals, each one more influential than the last
I stepped out of my car, taking a deep breath. “Maya, you can do this,” I whispered to myself, clutching my purse tightly. As I looked around, I noticed a security guard approaching. He greeted me with a polite nod and I handed him my keys before heading toward the entrance of the banquet hall. The banquet was being held at the Presidential Hotel, the most luxurious venue in Madea and the ambiance was nothing short of breathtaking. As I walked in, I saw several people making their way inside. Glancing at my wristwatch, I realized it was already 8:30 PM , an hour and a half late. I had planned to arrive on time but now I knew I would have to stay longer than intended. Holding the edge of my dress, I made my way to the line, my heart racing. Standing there, I could feel the weight of eyes turning toward me, staring and assessing. I tried to ignore it, pretending not to notice. Being a CEO came with its own set of challenges and this was one of them. I hated large gatherings, yet here
“I’m so sorry,the dress is ruined,” festo continued, his voice heavy with regret. I knew he was telling the truth. I had felt something off all day, and now it made sense. “It’s okay, festo, I understand. Is there any way I can get another dress?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest. “Hmm, yes, there are a few good collections here. Hold on, let me check something,” he said before ending the call. All I could do was let out a deep sigh, sinking into the plush couch, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “The dress has been ruined,” I said, allowing my head to fall back against the cushions, frustration swirling inside me. “How did that happen?” Blessing asked, her tone laced with worry as she leaned against the doorframe. “I don’t know,” I replied, my eyes closed as I tried to block out the anxiety creeping in. “What are we going to do?” With my eyes still closed, I didn’t respond but her last question played over and over in my mind. If I decided not to at
It was Saturday already, and I had a mountain of tasks ahead of me. First on the list was my hairstylist, followed by the makeup artist. I rolled out of bed around 10 AM, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. After a quick shower, I splashed on some fragrant body lotion that always made me feel fresh. I whipped up a quick breakfast, a smoothie loaded with fruits, before diving into some documents that needed my attention. My hairstylist wouldn’t arrive until 1 PM, leaving me with a bit of time to strategize for the launch of Pourle’s products. As I scrolled through my phone, a headline caught my eye: “Isabella Accepts Position as Ambassador for Queenk Cosmetic Company.” A chill ran down my spine. Queenk was an international brand, known for its luxurious products, and they had been competing with Pourle in the market. They had entered the Madea market two years ago and were making strides, but they hadn’t quite matched Pourle’s reputation yet. I clicked on the video, and there
“Don’t worry, Maya. You’re such a lovely person. You will find someone who loves you and knows your worth,” she reassured me. “True,” I said, but for now, let’s go celebrate. I parked at the hotel and we got out, the anticipation of the evening buzzing in the air. We headed toward the hotel, the same one I had visited with Mike. I couldn’t quite understand why I chose to drive here. There were plenty of nice eateries nearby, yet I made the 40-minute trip just to catch a glimpse of Alex, who had been on my mind lately. Once at the hotel,I made a reservation for a spot in the VIP section. As we settled in, I felt a mix of anxiety. Would he be here? Did he still works here?" A waiter approached and my heart raced. I hoped it would be the one person I wanted to see, but when I heard a soft, feminine voice, disappointment washed over me. My heart sank as I looked up to see a female waiter taking our order. She was friendly and efficient, but I felt let down. I could barely eat, my mi
“Congratulations, Maya,” Mike said as he approached, breaking through my thoughts. “Thank you,” I replied, my heart still racing. “A newbie has beaten me in my game. Nice work, Maya,” he said, his tone a mix of respect and playful rivalry. “I appreciate that,” I said, beaming at him. Just then, someone bumped into me, causing me to stumble slightly. Luckily, Mike caught me just in time. I looked up to see Isabella strutting past, her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Oops, my bad!” she laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm before walking away. “Just forget her,” Mike said, shaking his head with a knowing look. As we gathered my scattered files from the floor, he looked at me earnestly. “Maya, I know you’re still upset about dinner. I’m really sorry; something very important came up,” he said, his expression sincere. “Oh, it’s fine,” I replied, brushing it off as we walked side by side toward my seat. I signaled to Blessing and Jude, who had been waiting patiently and they
The video about the incident at Spring Dresses had been making waves across headlines and I couldn’t believe it had gone viral. Who would do that? Spring Dresses had strict rules—especially in the platinum section. Customers weren’t allowed to take videos or pictures. It left me feeling uneasy, wondering who might have leaked it. I decided not to dwell on it too much. After all, we were the trending topic,ex-girlfriend clashes with the present girl. Reluctantly, I clicked on the video, my heart sinking as I watched. “This is bad,” I muttered to myself. Isabella had already called me twice, ranting and shouting that I was riding on her popularity. The girl truly had a flair for drama. On the bright side, I had received a significant number of partnership requests in the last two days. “Hello, Dad,” I said as soon as the call connected. “Hi, baby, how are you?” he replied, his voice weak and distant. “I’m fine, sir. But you sound tired,are you taking your medication? When was the la