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Kristen quickly wiped her tears and stared at him as she let out a bitter laugh and shook her head."You don’t know? I thought you knew everything. You’re Mr. Perfect, the one who never makes a mistake." She scoffed. "So tell me, why did you bring me here in the first place? To torture me more? To use me as your slave?"Her eyes burned with tears as she took a shaky breath. "Yes, I know I work for you, but that doesn’t mean you own my life! You don’t get to do whatever you want with me! You don't get to talk to me anyhow"Max looked at her but didn’t stop there as her hands trembled at her side…She clenched her fists. "I get it...We come from two different worlds. You have everything handed to you on a silver platter, while people like me have to work ourselves to the bone just to survive.""I stayed even when I had to go through so much because, of course, I wouldn’t find another job that paid more than yours. Life is unfair to some people more than others. You wouldn’t understand w
Kristen’s eyes darted to his hand, frustration bubbling inside her as the blood refused to stop.“Are you just going to stand there? You’re bleeding to death!” she snapped as she looked around in a panic for something to stop the bleeding.Max just watched her as he wore a smile without even doing anythingKristen groaned and quickly grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around his hand. “Why do you even have to cook when you can just order for room service?”Kristen rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic!” she scolded, tightening the paper towel around his hand.Max let out an exaggerated groan. “But it does hurt! You have no idea how much pain I’m in right now,” he whined.And Kristen blew on and shot him a sharp look. “Then maybe next time, don’t go playing chef when you clearly have no idea what you’re doing.”Max smirked despite the pain. “But look at this you're finally talking to me.”Kristen huffed, letting go of his hand. “You’re impossible,” she muttered and turned away.Max g
"We’ve been waiting too long. What does he think he is?" Mr. Donovan Creed said as he slammed the table with a force that echoed through the room. Every person seated at the long, polished table flinched at the sound, and their attention turned to him. "Mr. Creed, you need to calm down. I am sure he is on his way," the secretary said, standing there calmly. "Calm down? When we talk about power and time, I know you have no business with either. People like you can afford to waste all day in one place, but not someone like us. I don’t have the luxury of patience, nor do I tolerate incompetence. We’re not here to twiddle our thumbs while he takes his sweet time," Mr. Donovan Creed snapped. Around the table, the other executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, while others stared down at the documents in front of them, trying to avoid Mr. Creed’s piercing gaze. One of the senior members of the board, a man with graying hair and a nervous demeanor,
“Are they trying to disgrace me even more?” Mr. Creed muttered under his breath, his face twisted with anger.Before he could take a few steps out of the company’s building, a sea of reporters and flashing cameras descended on him like vultures. The barrage of questions hit him from all sides.“Mr. Creed, we just heard your partnership with Hansol Group Corporation has been terminated! How does it feel, considering the fact that you’ve been working with them for over 18 years? Since this company actually started, do you think the ex-chairman’s son is trying to bring you down after all your hard work?”Creed’s eyes darkened with fury as his guards quickly stepped in, blocking the crowd from getting too close. With a firm grip on his arm, they guided him toward his car, clearing the path as best they could. But the questions kept coming, swirling around him like a storm he couldn’t escape.“Mr. Creed, is this the end of your legacy with the company, or should I rather say the fall of yo
"And if given this opportunity, I promise to propel this company to global dominance and make it the best in the world," she declared, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, radiating pure joy and unwavering ambition as she sat up straight.Her hair was styled in a sleek high ponytail, and her vibrant red dress perfectly accentuated her flawless skin.The man looked up at her, and a smug smile spread across his face. "How about you make my d*** go global?" he said, letting out a booming laugh that echoed through the room.“Huh,” she mumbled, taken aback as she tried to process the unexpected remark."Don’t tell me you don’t know what I meant,PRETTY GIRL!" he continued with a smirk as he stood up, brushing off the crudeness with a casual wave of his hand. "Just a joke, by the way," he added as he moved behind her, his presence lingering a little too close."I know you just rehearsed this... that’s what you young girls do these days," he said in a mocking tone."You come in here, rattling of
"Let’s see how things go tomorrow. I’m pretty sure you’ll land a good-paying job with all those qualifications..." Naomi said as they strolled down the narrow road.Kristen walked quietly beside her, lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the ground."Come on, cheer up. You’ve only been here two days, and I just know tomorrow will turn out great," Naomi added, nudging Kristen lightly with her elbow.Kristen nodded and smiled softly."I’m happy to have you back," Naomi said, wrapping her arms around Kristen from behind in a warm hug as they continued walking.Kristen giggled softly. "I’m happy to be here too," she replied, letting herself lean into the comfort of Naomi’s embrace.As they continued down the road, Kristen's eyes caught sight of a white house at the end of the street. She paused mid-step, a puzzled look crossing her face. "Wait... there wasn’t any house here three years ago," she murmured, tilting her head to the side.Naomi chuckled softly beside her. "Oh, you still rem
The morning sun cast its golden light upon the mansion, as the flowers swayed gracefully in the garden."Gracious Lord, my rice porridge on the fire!"Mrs Sophia exclaimed as she set down the watering can heavily on the ground and quickly rushed through the garden to enter the house...…..."This is it, I need to get out of here," Kristen whispered to herself, darting out from her hiding spot. The entrance door was ajar, and with a surge of urgency, she sprinted toward it. Just as she reached the threshold, ready to make her escape, a voice pierced the air."Excuse me, who are you?" The voice halted her in her tracks. Kristen froze, her breath catching as she turned slowly to face the speaker."Oh, you must be the maid that the 'Your Home We Care' agency sent,"Mrs Sophia’s voice softened as she hurried over. Kristen nodded her head quickly and frantically.Her heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed hard, forcing a nervous smile on her face whileMrs Sophia approached her."We nee
Mr Donovan Creed’s residence"Damn it, I want them dead! Every single one of the Andersons... I don’t care what it takes. I will strip everything from them!" Mr. Creed snarled, his voice echoing as he slammed the door behind him. In his hand, he held a crumpled copy of the Daily Graphic, his fingers tightening around the paper as his rage boiled over. "I will end them all!" he bellowed, his eyes wild with fury.He stormed across the room, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he glanced down at the front page....his own face glaring back at him. "Rubbish...nonsense," he growled through clenched teeth."Valtooooorrrrrrr!" Creed roared, his voice filled with venom. "I will make you pay! You’ve put your hands in a tiger’s mouth... you have no idea what you’ve just started." His fists shook with barely controlled anger as he stared into the void....….………………….Meyer Tower Hotel"I’ve already arranged a place for you and your guests, Mr. Erik Meyer," Mr. Valtor said with a broad smile as he
Kristen’s eyes darted to his hand, frustration bubbling inside her as the blood refused to stop.“Are you just going to stand there? You’re bleeding to death!” she snapped as she looked around in a panic for something to stop the bleeding.Max just watched her as he wore a smile without even doing anythingKristen groaned and quickly grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around his hand. “Why do you even have to cook when you can just order for room service?”Kristen rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic!” she scolded, tightening the paper towel around his hand.Max let out an exaggerated groan. “But it does hurt! You have no idea how much pain I’m in right now,” he whined.And Kristen blew on and shot him a sharp look. “Then maybe next time, don’t go playing chef when you clearly have no idea what you’re doing.”Max smirked despite the pain. “But look at this you're finally talking to me.”Kristen huffed, letting go of his hand. “You’re impossible,” she muttered and turned away.Max g
Kristen quickly wiped her tears and stared at him as she let out a bitter laugh and shook her head."You don’t know? I thought you knew everything. You’re Mr. Perfect, the one who never makes a mistake." She scoffed. "So tell me, why did you bring me here in the first place? To torture me more? To use me as your slave?"Her eyes burned with tears as she took a shaky breath. "Yes, I know I work for you, but that doesn’t mean you own my life! You don’t get to do whatever you want with me! You don't get to talk to me anyhow"Max looked at her but didn’t stop there as her hands trembled at her side…She clenched her fists. "I get it...We come from two different worlds. You have everything handed to you on a silver platter, while people like me have to work ourselves to the bone just to survive.""I stayed even when I had to go through so much because, of course, I wouldn’t find another job that paid more than yours. Life is unfair to some people more than others. You wouldn’t understand w
UAECreed lounged in the pool, his head resting back as a woman massaged his shoulders. The warm water rippled around him, and he sighed, satisfied with his eyes closed..Then, his phone rang. Without moving much, he gestured for the woman to stop. She obeyed instantly and stepped back and excused herself quietly. Creed watched her walk away before picking up the call.A smirk played on his lips. “I told you he was going to fall for it,” he said smoothly, followed by a low chuckle.Mr. Oman’s voice came through the line. “As expected, he is slower than I thought.”Creed’s smirk widened as he leaned back against the pool’s edge. “And now, the investors are questioning his leadership. Just as planned.”“I got a call earlier from Mr. Ahmed,” Mr. Oman continued. “He said almost half of the investors are questioning the board...why was he even picked in the first place?”Creed let out a low chuckle. “Perfect. Let them doubt him. A leader who can’t control his emotions is a leader who won’t
Mr. Jonathan Reeves another of the competitor stood up and adjusted his tie and cleared his throat.“Ladies and gentlemen, our project focuses on AI driven logistics, reducing operational costs by 30% while improving efficiency. With our software already tested in several markets, we guarantee fast results and high investor returns.”The screen behind him displayed charts and successful case studies. The investors nodded in interest while some took a notes.After a short Q&A, Mr. Reeves stepped down, and the moderator spoke. “Next, we have Mr. Creed.”Creed stood up with a smirk and walked to the front. He didn’t even look at the screen as he spoke.“Unlike some companies making empty promises, we deliver real results.” He paused, letting his words sink in before tapping his tablet. The main display lit up with statistics and recent projects. “Our technology is already in use by global corporations. We don’t ‘hope’ to be successful.....we already are.”The room stayed silent as inves
“We are sorry for any inconvenience this might have caused you, Mr. Anderson,” the man said politely as he handed the keys to Max. “We will have your car delivered back to the hotel. Please use this in the meantime.”Max took the keys with a nod. “It’s fine,” he replied smoothly before unlocking the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.Kristen rushed out from Mrs. O’s store and she hurried toward the car and instinctively opened the back door. Just as she half entered, her head still poking in, she heard Max’s voice.“Do I look like your driver?” he asked as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror.Kristen froze, then quickly cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, sir.”She awkwardly stepped back, shut the back door, and hurried to the front passenger seat, sneaking inside as discreetly as possible.Max smirked slightly but said nothing as he started the engine.…...“Oh, Mr. Anderson… nice to see you again after last week’s meeting,” Mr. Creed said as he approached them in the hotel
Mrs. O took a sip of her tea and sighed in contentment. “Ah, nothing like a warm meal on a chilly morning,” she said and glanced at Max.“Oii, where did you get this one…” She placed her fork down and looked directly at Kristen.“Who?” Kristen asked as she widened her eyes and glanced around..Mrs. O pointed straight at Max.Max looked up with his fork frozen mid air. “What have I done?” he asked innocently.“Where did you see him from?” she asked again, her eyes narrowing slightly.Kristen smiled slightly and was about to answer when Max cut in smoothly.“We met in a very cool place,” he said with a confident nod.Kristen turned to him with her eyes widening in shock.Mrs. O raised a brow. “Cool place?”"Yes, very cool..." Max continued and forced a casual tone."I see," Mrs. O said, leaning back. "You need to change him… he’s not strong enough," she added and stood up while holding her bowl."What did you mean by 'cool place'?" Kristen asked.. looking at Max."Well," he drawled, cle
Here, put this on,” Max said after 20 minutes in the store.Kristen looked at him clearly unimpressed.Max sighed and crouched down without another word. He grabbed her ankle and tried to force her foot inside the slipper.Kristen yelped. “Hey! I can do it myself!”He ignored her and pushed her foot further in...only to realize it didn’t fit.Silence...Kristen stared at him... then at the slipper. Max exhaled sharply.“This doesn’t fit me,” Kristen muttered.Max closed his eyes for a second before standing up Kristen looked at him with amusement "You were so confident a minute ago," she teased.Max shot her a look. "Do you want shoes or not?"She sighed dramatically but followed him back inside. "Fine, but this time, let me pick."Max smirked. "As long as we don’t spend another twenty minutes deciding."Kristen rolled her eyes. "No promises."They went inside and Max brought another pair of shoes to her as she met him in the aisle.“How about this?” he said as he went down to try put
He sat comfortably in a temporary office he set up for this business trip… wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up… His fingers absentmindedly twirled a silver pen as he tapped against the desk.His iPad screen split open… with one side showing the documents he reviewed..., his sharp eyes scanning every word. On the other side, his mind wandered off as muted images of Kristen emerged like distant memories."I was trying to save you, you ungrateful jerk," Kristen said.Cut to another memory.....Kristen glared at him with fiery eyes, arguing as her lips trembled while she held back words she refused to utter…Max exhaled sharply and blinked back to reality. He straightened the paper in front of him but found himself reading the same line over and over again."What the hell…" He shook his head and leaned back with an annoyed sigh.He threw the pen onto the desk as he rubbed his temple. He closed his eyes for a second… and that happened to be a big mistake.Flashes
What is it that he has that will bring us down? Mr. Valtor said as he flipped through files in his old office with his heart rising.A knock on the door pulled him from his haste, and he stood still."Come in," he said.The door opened and a lady stepped in.....holding a different batch of files in her hands."Sir, these are the reports you requested.""Leave them on the desk," Mr. Valtor exhaled and said.Immediately after the lady left, he rushed to it and flipped through the pages with intense speed."Where is it?" he said, brushing his hair as he looked furious. After not finding anything, he groaned and pushed all the files onto the floor."What exactly was he talking about?" Mr. Valtor said as he removed his glasses, placed them on the table, and started fuming."I know what Creed is capable of," he said….…DubaiKristen slowly opened her eyes while stretching her arms across the bed. As she realized she was no longer on the couch, she sat up quickly.“How did I end up here?” sh