"So now that you have gotten the company you asked for, any plans to make it even better than it is now? With what I know, you do not have so much knowledge about being the co-owner of a company, talk more of being the owner," Dalton stated loudly as he walked out of the study room, that he had been for more than an hour after Alex left. Aria was sitting in front of the dresser mirror that was clearly for her, as she applied facial oil and treatment to her face for night purposes only. She continued to subconsciously check her collar bones to observe how sunken they are, and her eyes to see if they were not deep into their socket as well. She just resided in her fate and let Dalton do whatever he wanted, because she was actually cautious about returning to a room that had been tampered with in her absence. Though Dalton's room might not be any better for her either as she didn't know much about his life, it would help her map out the final plans to get the perpetrator
Aria's eyes trailed around every corner of the huge room, from the huge dangling chandeliers to the spots that were most best for a camera angle. It was kind of weird in her mind to think that Dalton would put cameras in his own room, but it wasn't entirely implausible to imagine either. Since he must have had the perfect plans in his mind that he would make her share his room, it was possible that there would be cameras in hidden places to watch her every move. And it was no doubt that he had really been curious about what she was up to. That morning before Dalton left with his Alex for work, the assistant had passed her a small note and she wondered what it was all about. It was when she opened neatly folded paper and saw what it was all about, that elation swept her heart uncontrollably like a rumbling storm. She could almost feel her eyes wet in tears as she read the letters in the paper over and over again, to be sure that she had not read delusions because of her expect
"This is much harder than I thought!" Aria groaned inwardly, as she frowned at the statistics graph that Amelia had presented to her just the third day of becoming CEO. Amelia was the managing director of the department store, and it was her fifth year working for the MLmall. She was competent and hardworking in her doings, extremely professional that it was hard to replace her. She was one of the few women that had never tried to lure advances towards Dalton, or get too cringy because of the business bond she shared with him. Her technical and educational skills were at an incredibly high level, and she did perfectly fine getting the company better by the years with great innovative ideas. Ever since she had been officially informed of the MLmall's change in ownership and name, she had been giving it her best to relate with Aria well about the affairs of the company. It was even more easier and pleasant for her than she expected, because Aria was more calm and collected than
Aria's eyes watched her videos that were sent to her through email over and over again, and they all seemed so similar to the ones that the private investigator had sent, except that it had a different background and setting. If she were to look at the angles and compare them with a similar outlook even if it had all changed, it was no doubt that the videos were taken in the Miller mansion. As expected, they were videos taken by spy webcams that were secretly mounted in a few locations. They were the videos that the dancer was finally able to send her, after a prolonged personal chat meeting between both of them. Curiosity of what was in the file and what the person had to offer overwhelmed her, more than who the person was or if it was a trap by the real perpetrator. Aria knew she had to be curious about everything she was venturing into, but time was counting and there were limits to what her private investigator could find out about. The house was a fairly private one wit
"I sense things taking a crazy turn in this house. I have never seen Eva so concerned about the home and company affairs that much," Ellen, who was driving the car said to make the mood in the car lighten up, with her younger sister and mother who were sitting at the passenger's seat. The excited daughter was happily driving her mother to the airport, so that she could just be in time to catch her flight. Eleanor had paid for the trip with some of her friends a month ago, and it was postponed due to some personal reasons. Finally, it was time for her to go and Ellen couldn't be more than delighted. Though they were not still in a pleasant mood that Dalton didn't restore all of the credit cards, Ellen wasn't so bothered because she earned from her own personal job too. Though every money she had spent and the lavish lifestyle she had kept up to date because of her brother, it was still easier to get adjusted to the new system than her mother. Eleanor had remained an angr
Dressed in a dress of dull colour and weird shape from her preselected clothes in the past, Aria still couldn't help but look attractive in the cloth that was meant to make her look depressed. She had no make-up on and had not done her hair either after she woke up that morning, drenched and tired from her nightmares that seemed to have gotten worse. To make the night a really uninteresting and boring one, she stayed away from the bed without talking to Dalton, who remained in his study after they returned back home. He knew that she was so pissed off at him and how he was trying to make decisions for her, but thought it was about the fact that he didn't believe her when she said someone was chasing after her. She hated that he was trying to meddle into her own personal affairs, when they had not even talked about what her past had been like, or what triggered every mess of her life that he was just getting to notice. It didn't really matter much to her if they remained on
"How do you think I look? Do I look outstanding?" Ellen asked her sister who was lying on the bed, and watched how her sister continuously checked her face on the huge mirror over and over again. "I thought you said it was for the formality, and that you literally do not want to go on this date," Emma countered immediately, which made Ellen snicker at her younger sister. She was never the kind to give sarcastic replies to questions in the past, and barely talked back even if she wanted to say things out. But it seemed like associating closely with her elder sister had made things begin to change, that she could now make jokes and laugh loudly if something was funny."I am a Miller, Emma. I need to look perfect and extremely beautiful, without acting like I have put too much effort into looking gorgeous too. Everything just has to complement perfectly," she replied to Emma, and continued to check out her simple but gorgeous dress in the mirror, "I just hope he is not a messed up du
"That bastard! I cannot believe that I swallowed my pride and showed my interest in him. He turned me down. He fucking turned me down," Ellen panted and ranted at the same time storming to and fro every corners in the room, fuming beyond normal and unable to catch her breath. She had never been outrightly rejected by a man in that sort of polite manner, on any of the blind dates that she had gone to. However, it was hard to fathom what she did wrong, that made it even seem like the guy's outlook changed when he turned to see her. She remembered his freezing smile when their eyes first met. 'Had they met somewhere before? Does he know her so personally?' "I really cannot believe that this date would totally get ruined for you. You probably weren't the woman of his dreams," Emma, who was just ready to leave the house, stood in front of the mirror to adjust her dress. She had replied to her sister in a frivolous tone, peppered with sauciness which made Ellen more bitter. "Is that