Marrissa's point of view
After a knock, I went towards Mr. Thornhill, an elderly, affluent man. Good morning sir, I greeted you with a warm smile.
“Morning Marrissa, have a seat,” Mr Thornhill said, gesturing with his hands.
“I'm sure my son gave you a big scare yesterday," he started.
“I'm sorry I couldn't pick him up on time…”
“That's okay Marrissa, I know my son very well, he is a very impatient man.I'm sure he didn't wait for long.”
“I know you are very competent and that's why I hired you back…” Mr Thornhill was saying before he stopped momentarily, looking towards the door.
“And here he comes, all you need to do is to apologize and everything will be fine," he whispered with a smile.
“Thank you sir,” I whispered back.
I braced myself, rehearsing the words in my head.
“Marrissa, meet my son, your new boss.” Mr Thornhill said.
I stood up with so much confidence and immediately started pouring out my rehearsed speech without looking up.
“It's a pleasure to meet you sir. I want to apologize for making you wait yesterday.I promise to make it up to you by being diligent and hardworking," I said, head bowed, hands outstretched for a handshake.
Seconds passed, nothing happened,” Is the new CEO deaf or something?” I thought.
“I am really sorry….,” the words dried up in my mouth as I raised up my head to see my new boss, the CEO of Thornhill's Enterprise.
I gulped, suddenly feeling intense heat all over my body.
"Hmm," he cleared his throat and I managed to regain my cool.
“So this is the person that kept me waiting for hours,” he said in a harsh tone.
I adjusted my glasses, I'm., ... sorry sir….... There was……
“Save it Miss,” he shut me up immediately.
‘Yep, I'm in big trouble’ I whispered to myself.
“Let it go, Morgan,” Mr Thornhill said.
I swallowed hard. If only Mr Thornhill knew that not picking his son from the airport was an iceberg to what I did to him this morning, I guess he wouldn't even defend me.
“God, Marrissa, how could you have insulted someone of great importance?” I pinched myself. Who would save me this time? He would definitely fire me again.”
“Mom has always said I have a big mouth, now I know, and I promise to work on it. Oh God, save me this once,” I prayed.
I turned to leave the office, but Mr Thornhill wouldn't let me run away in peace.
“Marrissa, I am personally introducing the new CEO to you in private. I want the two of you to collaborate despite his stubborn and challenging nature. Ensure that you manage him in my absence," he instructed, and I nodded, forcing a false and uneasy smile. "
"And you, son, meet my esteemed secretary. She will inform me if you misbehave when I am gone," he directed his face towards me, and I received a nod and a wink which I termed as, me being in soup.
"So, Marrissa, summon everyone to the conference room for a meeting," he commanded, and I nodded in agreement.
Swiftly closing the door behind me, I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief. I rushed towards the elevator.
“Come on, be fast,” I said as the elevator opened, reaching my destination.
I rushed towards my office, breathing heavily. Katty stopped me halfway.
“Hey, Marrissa, Is everything okay?” she asked.
I tried to speak, but my heavy heartbeat wouldn't let me.
“Just calm down, okay,” she said, patting my back, and I gave out a deep sigh.
In a silent tone, Katty said, “Now tell me what is going on.”“All right," I said, steadily my heartbeat." This morning I had an issue with someone. I insulted the person and more. In short, I met the person again, and he is the CEO's son,” I said with a cracking voice.
“Wait, do you mean…you saw the CEO and insulted him,” she said, asking me again.
I was so pissed off, “Don't you understand, Katty? I need to do some work,” I said, quickly getting irritated by the little questions. We aren't even friends, I whispered.
“Excuse me,” I said, and she looked at me, surprised. I went straight into the announcement room and dropped my bag on the table. I climbed the stairs leading to the microphone. I put on the headset and moved my mouth near the microphone which was hung on the top. I cleared my throat.
“Announcement! Announcement! Let everyone report to the conference room in the next fifteen minutes,” I said, repeating it five times. Afterward, I left the announcement room and went straight to the conference.
All the while, I was invested in my thoughts.
“Today is the worst experience for me at work,” I said to myself, letting out a sigh.
I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't realize that I was already in the front of the conference room. I sat down looking like a lost lady in a strange land.
Then Katty came to sit beside me. She tried to change my mood, but I was not ready because I didn't know how many minutes I had before I'd be fired again.
Lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with solutions to my problems, I managed to fit into the room atmosphere as most of the faces in the room were serious, making the air tense.
Suddenly, Mr Thornhill walked in and behind him everyone noticed a tall, handsome man walking in too. He confidently greeted everyone, his charming smile catching everyone's attention. I couldn't even raise my head.
“I'm sure most of you saw this face yesterday, and you might have wondered who he is and what he is doing here. Well, today, I will be handing over the company to my son, Morgan Thornhill, because of my age and health. I expect you all to give him the same respect and support you gave me” he said, and there was thunderous applause.
Then Morgan stood up for recognition and the distant yet near words entered my ears. “Ohh, he is handsome,” everyone said, and even Katty was talking into my ear again when I shifted from her.
“Can you let me be?” I said angry at her, and she felt shunned, but I was just too angry to apologize. I stood up to do my work. “Please Mr Morgan, can you give us a brief introduction?” I said, barely looking at him.
He stood up again, “Good morning, everyone. As the new CEO of this company, I promise to be diligent in serving you,” he said, staring at me and smiling. “But I would love to make a little change in the company, and it will be effective soon,” he said. “Who will leave this company or who will stay will be decided later,” his face stayed glued to me as he completed his last statement.
After some ququestions and answers, the meeting came to an end.
Marrissa's point of view I tried my best to avoid Morgan all through the day. I only went into his office when I knew he wasn't alone and left immediately. I was done.And funny, he maintained his lane too. Maybe he got the memo; I wasn't one to be intimidated or messed with.“Who are you kidding, Marissa?” my inner mind said, but truth be told, I was grateful he didn't bother me, maybe he is a gentleman after all.By closing hours, I was super excited, I still had my job, and my boss didn't murder me as I expected.I danced as I got ready to go home. Putting my things together, I began to sing my favorite song. After making sure everything was in order, I walked out of my office, ready to go home.“Where do you think you are going?” a voice stopped me.I turned around, and it was Morgan, my boss, he was leaning on a table, looking at me with cold eyes.“I guess the rich don't forgive after all," I whispered to myself.“Should I be worried you are going deaf?” Morgan asked.“No…..not
Morgan's point of view I stood up in frustration as soon as Marrissa left my office.My plan had failed again.I really thought she would mess up the presentation.I had prepared a lengthy speech filled with insults to bombard her with.But no, she did extremely well, better than the others.Damn! She is good, no wonder dad insisted I rehire her.But her silence is killing me.I actually thought by now she should have acknowledged our night together, said something about it.Or is she too shy to talk about it?Nah, she doesn't look like the shy type.Didn't she enjoy it as much as I did? How could she just pretend like it had never happened?The more I thought about it, the more angry I became.To think I almost spilled it out myself, and yet she feigned innocence, like she didn't know what I was talking about.Damn you Marrissa, for making a fool out of me, I'll make you pay, I swear.A delicate knock on my door took me out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I said, taking my seat.Someone I d
Marissa's point of view.It's been two hell of a week, my relationship with Morgan has gotten worse with each passing day.I thought my e-mail to him would set matters straight, but it only aggravated the issue.I really don't know why he hates me so much. Anyway, the feeling is mutual now. I feel sorry for whoever ends up as his wife, he is so unbearable.I laid on my bed, exhausted.This week has been crazy. Apart from Morgan's evil ways, I have been feeling under the weather of late."Huff," I exclaimed, recalling the event of the day.Flashback I was sitting in my office, arranging some files on my table, when the office phone rang.Marrissa, get me a cup of coffee, Morgan's voice thundered through the phone."What! There was a coffee maker right in his office. Why tell me to make one for him?" I wondered."I really pray I won't murder you one of these days," I whispered, leaving my office.I went to his office, hoping to get the coffee there instead of going downstairs."Where i
Morgan's point of view.Marrissa, Marrissa, Marrissa, that name keeps ringing in my head.Her face shows up anytime I close my eyes."What? Do you think I'm falling for her?""Nah, you are mistaken. I feel nothing but hatred and anger towards her."Not only has she defiled me on many occasions, she has proven that not all women will fall for me, something I never thought was possible.Every day, I wake up thinking of ways to break her defense, to bend her and to make her realize that there is only one boss, and it is I, Morgan Thornhill."No one crosses me, no one defiles me, no one troubles me….""Except Marrissa Cooper," my inner mind ended the sentence for me.I picked up my phone and dialed a number.Funny, I didn't need to search for her number, I seemed to have it in my head.Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking, and I swear it can never be. She is the last person I would fall in love with, even if my life depended on it.My mind was convinced, but my manhood felt different.
Morgan's point of view I looked around the bar, the place was dimly lit, the sound of low conversation and clinking glasses filling the air. I slid onto a stool at the bar and gestured to the bartender. “Whiskey,” I said. The bartender nodded and poured me a drink without a word. I grabbed the glass, downing half of it in one gulp, allowing the hot taste of the alcohol to burn my throat.I set the glass down and stared at the amber liquid, my mind replaying the doctor’s words over and over again. The conversation hadn’t lasted long, but every detail was burned into my memory.FLASHBACK I got a call from my doctor one Monday morning.Morgan, your test results are out, we need to talk about it immediately, he said."Is there a problem?" I asked, worried at his tone."See me as soon as possible," he said, handing the call.Doctor Allen has always been a man of few words.I'm sure all he wants to do is to complain about my busy schedule and give me a lengthy lecture about how impor
Marissa's point of view I blinked, my eyes opened to a blinding white light.“Where am I? What happened to me? I'm I dead?” My mind raced with so many questions.My head ached with pain, my body felt heavy, and the antiseptic smell in the air wasn’t familiar. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked around, noticing the sterile walls of the hospital room."Hospital? What the hell am I doing here? Did that mother- fucker Morgan do something to me?"“Good, you’re awake,” a voice said beside me,I turned and saw a nurse smiling at me. “How are you feeling?”“What… what happened? I whispered, my voice faint.“You fainted at work,” the nurse explained. “Your handsome boss brought you in. The doctor will be here shortly to explain everything.”“You mean my devilish boss?” I said with a sigh.The nurse walked out of the room and I tried to get up, but couldn't.Fainted? I can’t remember feeling that bad. Before I could process what the nurse said, the door opened, and a doctor walked in, clip
"Where are you taking me to?" I asked Molly dragging my hands away from hers."Look Mar, the key to this puzzle is finding the stranger you had a one-night stand with."I nodded,"so?" I asked."We can find him if we go back to the hotel. You do remember the hotel right," Molly said."Yes I do, but how is going back there going to find him? It is not as if he works there or his face is on the wall of the hotel," I said, walking back to bed."Mar, we can get the CCTV footage of that day," she said, eyes wide open."Oh, that makes sense, but it's a big establishment. Do you think they give their CCTV footage to just anyone that requests it?""There is no harm in trying, besides trust me on this," Molly said, dragging me once more.I followed her not because I was sure the plan would work but because when Molly has an ideal in her head, nothing and no one can sway it away from her.We drove in Molly's car to the hotel.Molly and I walked into the hotel, the polished floors shining under t
Marrissa's point of view "God, please give me a sign, show me what to do." That has been my prayer line since I got the news of my pregnancy.It's been a week now, a very long week. I did nothing than eat and sleep.I declined all calls from my place of work, I just do not care anymore.Thank God for Molly, who kept calling and making sure I was okay.But today was different. I woke up crying and cursing the night I spent with the stranger even more.Whoever he is now an enemy to me. He took advantage of a drunk woman in distress. I should sue his ass."That's if you know who he is, my inner mind said.I stayed in bed crying my eyes out. Later that evening, my stomach growled loudly, pulling me out of bed. Then I realized I had not eaten properly. Nothing in my kitchen cabinet interested me, but I craved something spicy.As I moved to get dressed, I cursed loudly.Imagine my baby craving something I have to spend money on. What happens when I'm out of a job and broke? Who takes care
Marrissa's point of view After work, I headed straight to Molly’s apartment. My mind was in chaos, and I felt like I was drowning. If I stayed alone with my thoughts for one more second, I was sure I wouldn't totally lose it. Molly was the only person I could trust to help me make sense of everything—or at least not judge me for it.She opened the door with her usual smile, but it quickly faded when she saw my face. “Marrissa,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I stepped inside, letting her close the door behind me, and dropped my bag on the small table by the couch. “Molly, I am in big trouble,” I said, the words spilling out like a confession.Her eyebrows knit together in concern. “What kind of trouble?”I sighed, heading straight for her fridge. “I’ll tell you everything, but first—I’m starving. What do you have to eat?”Molly frowned but did not press me. She opened the fridge and pulled out a container of chicken and chips
Morgan's point of view The door to my office clicked shut behind us, the sound louder than usual, or maybe it just felt that way because of the weight of the conversation we just had. I walked in after my father, my steps heavy with anger and frustration, while he, as always, moved with that same composed, unshakable confidence. It was maddening.As soon as we were inside, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.“Dad,” I called sharply, stopping a few feet away from him. He didn’t turn right away, just kept walking to the window, where he stood with his back to me, hands clasped behind him as though nothing I said could rattle him. “I can’t marry Marrissa,” I said firmly, forcing the words out before my emotions got the better of me. “She doesn’t fit my status, my reputation. She is….she is not the kind of woman who belongs by my side.” Still no response. “And besides,” I continued, trying to steady my tone, “I already have someone in mind.” That was a lie. A pathetic, last-ditc
Marrissa's point of view I saw Morgan standing frozen at the door, his fingers gripping the handle so tightly it was a wonder he didn’t break it off. I frowned, my mind racing to figure out what had him so stiff. But then, he slowly took a step back, and my heart sank.“Oh, great. I guess he’s not done with his hurtful words,” I thought bitterly, bracing myself for whatever verbal attack he would launch this time.But before I could get a word in or prepare my defenses, the door opened wider, and someone stepped in behind him.I froze.It was Mr. Thornhill.He didn’t need an introduction. His presence spoke louder than any title or name. The sharp angles of his face, the calculating gaze, the way he moved as if he owned not just the room but the entire world—he commanded attention.My stomach twisted.“Did he hear everything?” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. My palms started to sweat, and I quickly looked down, avoiding his piercing eyes.“Oh no, Marrissa, things jus
Morgan's point of view “What’s this?” I asked, my tone colder now.“It’s none of your business,” Marrissa snapped, reaching for it, but I held it out of her reach.“Marissa,” I said, “Is this what I think it is?”She said nothing, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Are you trying to kill an innocent child?" I asked. I could see the tears swelling at the back of her eyes.“Don't fall for it, Morgan," my inner mind said.“Oh how you disgust me,” I said, my tone sharper.She raised her eyes to look at me and I saw something flashed, anger, pain, sadness, but I didn't care.“Satisfy my curiosity Marrissa, why would you want to hurt something as cute as a baby?” I asked, my tone softer.“Could it be because you are involved with so many men that you are not sure who the father is?”“Or that you enjoy your immoral lifestyle so much that you feel bearing a child would disrupt your business.....”Marrissa didn't let my words drop before landing me a slap.“How dare you, she fumed, you have no ri
Marrissa's point of view I could barely sleep throughout the night. Every time I closed my eyes, nightmares clawed their way into my mind, dark and fearful. Disturbed thoughts kept me tossing and turning, leaving me wide awake for most of the night. By the time morning came, I felt like a shell of myself. My head throbbed, the pounding headache so intense I thought it might split open. But I didn’t let it stop me. My mind was made up—there was no turning back now.Bringing a child into this world without proper planning is a sin, I told myself over and over as I got ready. The words became my mantra, my only comfort. I convinced myself that I was doing the right thing, even though something deep inside me screamed otherwise. But I ignored it. I dressed quickly, pulling my jacket tighter around me as if it could shield me from the weight of my decision. Then, I stepped out into the brisk morning air, heading to the pharmacy a few blocks away. The pharmacy was small and familiar. I
Morgan's point of view I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my forehead with the palm of my hand. The week had been hell, pure and simple. Every second grated on my nerves, and everyone around me seemed determined to drive me over the edge. Marrissa’s absence only made things worse. With her gone, I was forced to work with a temporary secretary who couldn’t get anything right. Every single task she handled ended up a mess. I was sick of cleaning up after her, sick of explaining things she should’ve figured out by now. But that wasn’t what bothered me the most. Marrissa had vanished without warning, and her silence burned me more than I wanted to admit. She hadn’t told me she was leaving, hadn’t given any notice. Her phone was off most of the time, and when it wasn’t, she ignored my calls. It was like she’d disappeared from the universe completely. I got up and started pacing my office, trying to shake off the frustration that had settled in my chest. The questions wouldn’t stop
Marrissa's point of view "God, please give me a sign, show me what to do." That has been my prayer line since I got the news of my pregnancy.It's been a week now, a very long week. I did nothing than eat and sleep.I declined all calls from my place of work, I just do not care anymore.Thank God for Molly, who kept calling and making sure I was okay.But today was different. I woke up crying and cursing the night I spent with the stranger even more.Whoever he is now an enemy to me. He took advantage of a drunk woman in distress. I should sue his ass."That's if you know who he is, my inner mind said.I stayed in bed crying my eyes out. Later that evening, my stomach growled loudly, pulling me out of bed. Then I realized I had not eaten properly. Nothing in my kitchen cabinet interested me, but I craved something spicy.As I moved to get dressed, I cursed loudly.Imagine my baby craving something I have to spend money on. What happens when I'm out of a job and broke? Who takes care
"Where are you taking me to?" I asked Molly dragging my hands away from hers."Look Mar, the key to this puzzle is finding the stranger you had a one-night stand with."I nodded,"so?" I asked."We can find him if we go back to the hotel. You do remember the hotel right," Molly said."Yes I do, but how is going back there going to find him? It is not as if he works there or his face is on the wall of the hotel," I said, walking back to bed."Mar, we can get the CCTV footage of that day," she said, eyes wide open."Oh, that makes sense, but it's a big establishment. Do you think they give their CCTV footage to just anyone that requests it?""There is no harm in trying, besides trust me on this," Molly said, dragging me once more.I followed her not because I was sure the plan would work but because when Molly has an ideal in her head, nothing and no one can sway it away from her.We drove in Molly's car to the hotel.Molly and I walked into the hotel, the polished floors shining under t
Marissa's point of view I blinked, my eyes opened to a blinding white light.“Where am I? What happened to me? I'm I dead?” My mind raced with so many questions.My head ached with pain, my body felt heavy, and the antiseptic smell in the air wasn’t familiar. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked around, noticing the sterile walls of the hospital room."Hospital? What the hell am I doing here? Did that mother- fucker Morgan do something to me?"“Good, you’re awake,” a voice said beside me,I turned and saw a nurse smiling at me. “How are you feeling?”“What… what happened? I whispered, my voice faint.“You fainted at work,” the nurse explained. “Your handsome boss brought you in. The doctor will be here shortly to explain everything.”“You mean my devilish boss?” I said with a sigh.The nurse walked out of the room and I tried to get up, but couldn't.Fainted? I can’t remember feeling that bad. Before I could process what the nurse said, the door opened, and a doctor walked in, clip