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Max barely had time to think when the hotel door opened. The moment he saw Kristen, he rushed in and pulled her into a tight hug."Thank you... Thank you," he murmured, his voice full of emotion before finally pulling away.He reached out into his pocket and brought out a single flower. "A flower for the most special person," he said with a small smile.Kristen took it slowly, excitement flickering in her eyes, though she felt a little awkward. "I... I made something for you," she said and stepped aside to reveal a small table set with food.Max walked over, his gaze falling on two cakes. One read, Congrats on your new deal! The other, in bold letters, read, Who gives a f** about that deal anyway?*Kristen's eyes widened as she quickly tried to hide the second cake, but Max burst into laughter."I love this," he said and took a seat."Where should we dig in first?" he asked, picking up a fork. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, "Super hungry here!" before laughing again.….…….Mr
“Yes,” she whispered. Max blinked, stunned. “Wait… really?” He let out a short, breathless laugh. “I thought you were going to say no after everything I put you through.” He said stood up and wrapped around her, pulled her close. Kristen shook her head. “I would have… if you’d asked me a week ago.” She searched his face. “I’m the luckiest man on earth today.” Max said..“Thank you… Thank you.” He gazed at her, memorising every detail before slowly leaning in. Their lips met, soft at first, then it deepened as the world around them faded away. The waves crashed gently in the background, the cool ocean breeze mixed with the warmth of their bodies. Max’s hands traced the curve of her back and pulled her closer, as if afraid to ever let go. “Kristen…” he murmured, pressing kisses along her jaw. She shivered as her fingers threaded through his hair. Every touch, every breath was electric. Without a word, Max scooped her up effortlessly and carried her toward a hidden spot on the bea
The morning felt like a dream, as if the warmth of the sun and the gentle rustle of the leaves were all just a delicate illusion. The world outside seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see if the magic of the night before would spill over into the day.Kristen stirred, a small smile curling on her lips as she nuzzled against what she thought was Max’s chest. But as her eyes slowly fluttered open, the warmth she expected wasn’t there.Her smile faltered. The space beside her was empty.She carefully sat upright, her gaze sweeping the room.....until it landed on a bouquet of red roses resting on the small table by Max’s side of the bed.She reached for them and inhaled their delicate scent, her heart swelling with warmth.As she cuddled the flowers and smelled them, a sharp knock on the door made her head immediately snap up.The knock came again, pulling her fully into realization that someone was at the door."Coming," she said, slowly placing the flowers down. She straightened
"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
The morning felt like a dream, as if the warmth of the sun and the gentle rustle of the leaves were all just a delicate illusion. The world outside seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see if the magic of the night before would spill over into the day.Kristen stirred, a small smile curling on her lips as she nuzzled against what she thought was Max’s chest. But as her eyes slowly fluttered open, the warmth she expected wasn’t there.Her smile faltered. The space beside her was empty.She carefully sat upright, her gaze sweeping the room.....until it landed on a bouquet of red roses resting on the small table by Max’s side of the bed.She reached for them and inhaled their delicate scent, her heart swelling with warmth.As she cuddled the flowers and smelled them, a sharp knock on the door made her head immediately snap up.The knock came again, pulling her fully into realization that someone was at the door."Coming," she said, slowly placing the flowers down. She straightened
“Yes,” she whispered. Max blinked, stunned. “Wait… really?” He let out a short, breathless laugh. “I thought you were going to say no after everything I put you through.” He said stood up and wrapped around her, pulled her close. Kristen shook her head. “I would have… if you’d asked me a week ago.” She searched his face. “I’m the luckiest man on earth today.” Max said..“Thank you… Thank you.” He gazed at her, memorising every detail before slowly leaning in. Their lips met, soft at first, then it deepened as the world around them faded away. The waves crashed gently in the background, the cool ocean breeze mixed with the warmth of their bodies. Max’s hands traced the curve of her back and pulled her closer, as if afraid to ever let go. “Kristen…” he murmured, pressing kisses along her jaw. She shivered as her fingers threaded through his hair. Every touch, every breath was electric. Without a word, Max scooped her up effortlessly and carried her toward a hidden spot on the bea
Max barely had time to think when the hotel door opened. The moment he saw Kristen, he rushed in and pulled her into a tight hug."Thank you... Thank you," he murmured, his voice full of emotion before finally pulling away.He reached out into his pocket and brought out a single flower. "A flower for the most special person," he said with a small smile.Kristen took it slowly, excitement flickering in her eyes, though she felt a little awkward. "I... I made something for you," she said and stepped aside to reveal a small table set with food.Max walked over, his gaze falling on two cakes. One read, Congrats on your new deal! The other, in bold letters, read, Who gives a f** about that deal anyway?*Kristen's eyes widened as she quickly tried to hide the second cake, but Max burst into laughter."I love this," he said and took a seat."Where should we dig in first?" he asked, picking up a fork. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, "Super hungry here!" before laughing again.….…….Mr
The meeting room buzzed with conversation as the board members settled in.Mr. Creed sat at the table with a smirk playing on his lips.“Do we even need to hear anyone else’s deal now?” Mr Ahmed said from the head of the table and shuffled slightly in his seat. He gave Mr. Creed a knowing look.Mr. Charles, one of the board members, laughed at the joke. “Hahaha… Well, it’s only fair that our investors make their final decision based on today’s presentations,” he added with a smirk.Creed leaned back in his chair, still confident he was taking it home. “Of course,” he said smoothly.As the discussion continued, the doors swung open, and the investors began entering the room one by one.The atmosphere shifted as each of them took their seats. Creed sat back confidently, exchanging a subtle glance with Ahmed, who gave him a reassuring nod. Everything was going according to plan.With everyone settled, the presentations began.One by one, each investor took turns discussing their final sta
"Hello..Mr Anderson..yes Sir….your dad asked me to book you the next available flight back to Cali"Max leaned back in his chair as his jaw tightened. "He did, huh?" he muttered and tapped his fingers on the table."Yes, sir," Mr. Green confirmed. "Your father said there's no need to attend tomorrow's meeting. He believes the deal is already lost."Max let out a slow breath as his gaze darkened. "Tell him I’m not leaving. I’ll handle this my way.""But sir""That’s final," Max cut in firmly and ended the call. His eyes flickered toward the window……...UAEAre you sure about this, ma’am?” a gentleman in a black suit asked as he stared at the woman before him.She wore a striking red dress, her bobbed hair framing her face perfectly. Her red lipstick added to her allure which made her look almost like a goddess. A white pearl chain rested elegantly around her neck.“I flew all the way here not to be sure about it,” she said, leaning back in her chair.“Tomorrow, I get to show what my po
After the kiss, they both felt overwhelmed. Kristen looked away as she felt awkward. "I...I think we need to get going before they come after us" she said turned away to face forward and took a small step."Yeah," Max agreed.As they walked, neither of them could stop stealing glances at each other.The awkwardness between Max and Kristen lingered throughout the night as they made it back to the hotel.Kristen walked ahead as she tried to avoid his gaze, while Max trailed behind, shoving his hands into his pockets.As they stepped into the elevator, the silence was deafening. Max glanced at her with a smile but Kristen tightly fixed on the glowing numbers above as she knew he was looking at him……When the doors opened to their floor, Kristen muttered a quick, “Goodnight,” before she quickly rushed to the hotel room and slammed the door closed.Max chuckled as he exhaled sharply and rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped into the hotel room when he entered she was already curled unde
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 gr
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 wh
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