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
As I stepped out of the car, my assistant Blessing and Jude followed closely behind me. We made our way through the garage and headed toward the entrance of Pourle, the newly acquired building that stood impressively tall with its glass façade stretching from floor to ceiling. It was located in the bustling heart of the town, surrounded by a sea of vehicles that made finding a parking spot quite a challenge. Jude managed to park the car and locked the doors as we approached the entrance. Upon entering, I was greeted by a spacious lobby, where a receptionist dressed in a sleek black business suit stood behind the front desk. Her fair skin and deep blue eyes hinted at her Western descent, which was no surprise considering the owner of Pourle was white. I couldn't help but notice that the staff, from the security personnel to the receptionist, were all of the same ethnicity—a subtle yet powerful indication of a company culture. Blessing walked over to the receptionist, engaged in a bri
I froze in place when I caught sight of the picture of Maxwell and me entering the hotel together. A wave of confusion washed over me. What was happening? How did this get out? It was just a harmless date, meant to be a private moment shared between two people. Yet here it was, splashed across headlines, twisting the narrative into something it was never meant to be. Some outlets claimed we had been dating for months, while others went as far as to suggest we had been an item for years.Anger bubbled up inside me as I stared at the screen, my heart racing. Why did I feel that Maxwell was somehow at the center of this? My mind raced with questions, and I sighed heavily, trying to suppress the frustration that threatened to overwhelm me. I turned on my heel and made my way to my office, desperate to escape the chaos of my thoughts."Good afternoon, ma," Blessing greeted me as I entered.I waved her in and walked into my office, closing the door behind us. "What’s my schedule for today?
****AUTHOR:THIS STORY WILL BE UPDATED DAILY AT 11AM STARTING FROM TOMORROW**** I placed the items in the cart, feeling a warm sense of happiness swell within me. “I know, but I want to. It’s the least I can do after everything that’s happened. Plus, it’s fun to spoil you both a little,” I said. Once we finished shopping, we made our way to the checkout. As I paid for everything, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. I was glad to be able to help my friend, even in small ways. When we finally arrived at their apartment, I parked the car and helped Maimai and Juna carry the bags inside. The apartment was modest but cozy, filled with the warmth of family despite the hardships they faced. “Make yourselves at home,” Maimai said as she opened the door and ushered us inside. Juna immediately ran to the living room, excited to explore his surroundings. I looked around, taking in the pictures on the walls—photos of Maimai and Juna, some from happier times. I could see the love and
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
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
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
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 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
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