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The day had finally arrived, Gemma’s first day at the company after her drama at her wedding. Waking up, Derek had already arranged for people that would attend to her. By the time they were done, she looked like a strict boss in one of those Hollywood movies. She was clad in red pants over a black camisole and a red blazer. On her legs were black stilettos. Her nails were done and were black and shiny. Her makeup was minimal but it did a great job enhancing her beauty. Her lips nude and inviting.

“It's time,” Derek couldn’t help but stare at her.

“Let's go,” she smiled at him, picking up her handbag.

Derek led her to the elevator and soon they arrived at the rooftop where their private jet was already waiting.

“Thank you for this, Mr. Ferguson,” Gemma muttered as she lowered herself on the seat.

She was honestly thankful to Derek for appearing from nowhere like a superhero and having her back. Yes, she was given a second chance and she was back for revenge. But without wealth and pow