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It was the next day, Fiona was dressed up and ready to leave for her Beckett’s enterprise, a company specializing in indoor farming techniques to produce fresh, locally grown food year-round. She wore a pantsuit with black shoes and a handbag that complimented her dress, all trying to be simple. Standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her light silver gray eyes sparkled. She couldn’t help but smile at how things changed for the better within a few weeks. She had almost lost hope while she was in the motel with Rowan. Her mind drifted away from that thought, now remembering the letter her father wrote to her. Telling her to rebuild his company. She gulped down nothing in her throat, swearing inwardly to fulfill what her father wanted. She wouldn’t want to disappoint him again, so she must do everything to make the company excel more than it was doing. “Mama, I’m ready for school; I don’t want to go late today,” Rowan called his mom’s attention, prompting her to
Rooted on the spot, Fiona felt sadness crept into her heart. Her shoulders slumped and her knees trembled. She felt like if she continued standing on the spot, she would fall to the ground. This wasn’t what she was expecting—being shunned by every member of the board.She clenched her trembling and sweaty hand into a fist, trying desperately to fight the turmoil within her, but it was not as easy as she had thought. Tears that had glistened in her eyes like a cloud of gloom threatened to break free, but she held them, trying not to make them think she was weak.‘Fiona, you’ve got this; don’t give them that impression that you’re incompetent. Don’t let them win with just their mean-spirited comments. Be strong like you always are,' she muttered inwardly to herself. She did a mental sigh followed by a forced smile, and just as she summoned up the courage to speak and defend her ego, another member of the board beat her to it. “Why not let the young woman grab a seat?” A member who had
While Jackson was at work, he couldn’t concentrate on the work he was meant to do, and he couldn’t leave it undone either. What was on his mind was for him to get home and confront Alaina about what he had seen earlier on his phone. Later that day, Jackson left work and went home. He stormed into the house, the air crackled with his anger. It was like a storm brewing. His chest fell and rose in annoyance. “Alaina!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the walls of the house. There was no answer. He searched room by room, his rage growing with each empty space and also loosening his buttoned-shirt at the same time. Finally, he found her in the kitchen, busy cooking. Alaina’s head whipped around as she noticed someone making their way into the kitchen. “Darling, guess what? I'm cooking your favorite,” Alaina, seemingly oblivious to the anger etched on Jackson’s face, uttered, giving Jackson a quick glance before turning away. “Alaina!” he roared again, his face flushed with ange
Fiona read the email, feeling a bit relaxed about the content. It was everything about the contract they were to bid on and that she had to return to the company, and that’s where she would make her contract plan. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked into the house. “You need to freshen up before you come down for dinner,” Nana gently dropped Rowan on the first staircase to the upper part of the mansion.Rowan’s face twisted into a slight frown, not pleased with what Nana said. “Nana, but I'm hungry. I should eat first.” Fiona, seeing what was happening, shook her head in disapproval to Rowan. “No, you won’t do that,” she interjected, carrying Rowan to the upper part of the mansion. “Nana, we are coming down for dinner soon,” she added before she disappeared from Nana’s sight. “Didn’t I warn you to always freshen up after school?” Fiona asked Rowan as they got into the room. "I was just hungry," he pouted, his expression pitiful.“Don’t be a dirty boy, Rowan. You have
Throughout the drive to Rowan's school, a wave of dread washed over her; her mind raced with worst-case scenarios, prompting her heartbeat to quicken at intervals and fear cramping into her soul.What if her child had been in an accident? What if he was seriously injured? What if it was something worse than that? Would she lose him? As those dreadful thoughts reeled into her mind, she also mentally prayed and forbade those things she had thought about. Her vehicle's tires screeched to a halt as she pulled over and ran into the school, then down the hallway to the principal's office as her footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she ran. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Once she got to the door, she pushed it open without even thinking to knock.“Where is my child? What happened to him?” Her voice shot through the office, panic painted on every word.The principal stood up as soon as she noticed her a
The night seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, it was morning. Rowan heaved a content sigh. “Mama, I’m filled,” he dropped the last slice of bread in his hand back on the plate as his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Fiona munched on the last bread on her plate, gulped down the contents of her mug, and stood up, carrying her handbag. “Let’s be on our way then.” She muttered after she took everything down her throat. Rowan, dressed in his uniform with his backpack clung tightly like a second skin on his back and his lunch box in his hand. Bouncing slightly with each step, he followed behind his mom as he bade Nana goodbye with a huge grin. They got in the car and drove off at maximum speed, dropping Rowan off as usual. Once she got to the company, she stepped out of the car, her sleek office dress flowing around her ankles. The dress was a vibrant navy color, accentuating her figure with its tailored cut. A matching blazer with a moderate heel completed the look, adding a tou
Everyone’s gaze instinctively turned towards the door as Mr. Lancaster emerged, his hand tucked in his black pants pocket. With a bold stride, and his black loafers clicked on the ground as he approached the seated members. Fiona made a mental sigh, seeing that Mr. Lancaster walked in, feeling a bit relaxed that at least there would be someone who would trust her, or so she thought. "Tell me, Mr. Lancaster; I can't seem to understand what's going on here," the CEO said as Mr. Lancaster approached, his gaze fixed on him.“Mr. Hudson, I am so sorry for any inconvenience we might have caused you; please don’t be offended.” He did a slight bow and took a seat closer to the others. “What’s going on here?” his gaze darted between Fiona and Bernard. “The manager here is aware I wasn't present in the office yesterday, so how come you accuse me of stealing your contract plan?” Bernard's voice was firm and unwavering, trying to put on a calm facade in front of Mr. Hudson because he didn't wa
“Where the hell are you?” Mr. Lancaster growled, his jaw clenched tightly, and his grip on the chair he stood near tightened.“I… I am not in the office, sir. I was admitted to the hospital,” Ryan’s voice quivered at the other end of the phone.Mr. Lancaster scoffed at his response. “Don’t bother resuming work. You’re fired!” He yelled, his anger evident in every word.“I… sir..” Before he could finish that, Mr. Lancaster dropped the call, his expression turning cold. “He called in sick,” he blurted, turning to Mr. Hudson. “Sick? Isn’t that suspicious?” A member from Hudson’s group chimed in. Mr. Hudson shook his head disappointedly. “I don’t think we need more proof; the truth is glaring. The person being captured on the screen for stealing the plan called in sick.” “I know nothing about this,” Bernard defended, not giving in. Mr. Hudson let out a cold smile. "Mr. Bernard Robinson, I am really disappointed in you, not sorry to say," he said, paused, and turned toward where Fiona
The sound of Alaina’s phone jolted her out of sleep as she rubbed her face to clear her sleepy eyes. She reached out for the phone on the side shelf beside her bed. Yawning and covering her mouth with her other hand, she answered the phone. “Hey, why are you calling so late?” She frowned as if the person at the other end could see her face. “I just needed to hear your voice, that’s all,” a deep masculine voice echoed at the other end. She rolled her eyes inwardly. “And what if my husband was home by this time that you called?” She sneered. "Well, you mentioned earlier that he went to his ex-wife's birthday."“Oh,” she yawned slightly. “I totally forgot I did, so, tell me, you didn’t just call to hear my voice, right?” She voiced out her suspicions. ”You caught me.” The caller paused for a moment before continuing speaking again. “It’s about Jackson and his...”“Please hold on." She caught him off, standing up from the bed as she heard the sound of the doorbell. “I think Jackson i
“Miss Chloe, you lost him, and he is now mine!” She said possessively, wrapping her arms around Ethan’s waist, and a smug smile was playing in her lips. Chloe gasped inaudibly and stepped backward. She had thought that Fiona would be annoyed with Ethan if she made her believe Ethan didn’t tell her beforehand that they dated. What Fiona did was the opposite of what she had expected. Fiona, on the other hand, knew what Chloe could be up to. She has had many encounters with her in the past when her father was still the CEO. She knew how mischievous she could be. And if it were to be some months ago that she didn’t know or was afraid of how she was feeling towards Ethan, she would have flared up and left the spot, but right now, she knew what she wanted. She loved him, and she wouldn’t allow any woman to come close to separating them with lies. Ethan at the sametime was shocked, but he was adept at masking his expression with his cold aura. He didn’t know Fiona could be so possessive,
“Hey, Rowan, Daddy is here.” A small smile lit up on his face as he walked closer to them. If the rest of the crowd were closer to where they were, they would have known that Jackson was Fiona's ex-husband, and that was the least she wanted. Jackson was from a low-class family, so he wasn't well-known in the city, and their marriage wasn’t known to anyone. Hearing Jackson’s voice, Fiona spun her head back, as her back was to where he was coming from. She arched her eyebrow, her face twisting into a sneer. She never thought he would be here, and when he arrived with Chloe, she couldn't ask them to leave. It doesn't portray who she was. She spoke as she felt his presence beside her. “Jackson, don’t make a scene here. Respect yourself!” She warned sternly with a cold voice void of emotions, moving away from him to stand beside Ethan. Jackson smiled bitterly, biting hard on his lower lips. “Are you saying coming to meet our son is a scene or a crime?” Jackson countered, his hands cro
With everyone’s gaze fixed on the just-arrived stretched limousine, Chloe and Jackson weren't exceptional. Earlier, Chloe felt very happy to have drawn so much attention to herself as she made her way to the event, but seeing this had gained more attention than she had made a frown crease her forehead. She clutched tightly onto the glass of drink in her hand, and her dangerous gaze was fixed on the door of the limousine. If looks could kill, then Chloe’s gaze would have been the perfect description for ‘a killer look.’ Jackson at the other end looked stupefied, with his jaw slightly hitting the ground. He wasn’t surprised that someone of such significant importance was visiting Fiona’s birthday. But remembering that she was the famous CEO’s daughter, he composed himself. So, who was this person? Just as expected, the driver’s side of the door flung open, and the driver got out to open the first side of the door. After he did, his head dropped down into a full bow and his gaze fixed
Employees from Beckett’s enterprise, Beckett’s retail outlets, Beckett’s plants, and to mention but a few of Fiona’s employees started trooping into the mansion. All dressed in elegance and expensive clothing. Fiona had thought it was supposed to be the employees from only Beckett’s enterprise, but seeing that employees from the other companies were also coming filled her heart with surprise and admiration. Although she hadn’t sent the invite, she knew who did. It was none other than Mia, the social butterfly. They had initially planned to use the living room, but with the numbers, they opted for the spacious open area in the mansion. Everyone coming into the mansion was with one present or the other, and they approached her and gave her their presents. She couldn’t count how many she had received in just a few hours into the events. As her gaze moved around the crowds, chatting and laughing joyfully among themselves, the clinking of glasses would be audible. As much as she was h
Just as Fiona had said. All she needed was sleep. After taking a long night's rest, she was up the next day and left for the company after her driver dropped Rowan off at school. Her birthday was on her mind. She was thinking about whether to celebrate it or not, so she decided to seek Mia’s opinion. “So, Mia, my birthday is in three days' time,” she said, causing Mia to turn around and face her. A huge grin on her face as she spoke with awe. “Oh, really?” Her eyes brightened. Fiona nodded in response. “So, I’m thinking..." She paused and tilted her head to the side. “Celebration?” “Of course we will celebrate it,” Mia responded joyfully. “It would be really fun,” she added with a big smile. Mia was a social butterfly, always seeking out fun and excitement. Fiona, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring the company of only her friends and family. They were complete opposites."So we're all coming to Robinson Mansion by the weekend, right?" She said it rhetorically, not
Having gotten what he wanted from the spy, Ethan warned him to stay away from him, threatening that anytime he noticed him on his tail, he would regret doing so. The spy with bruises all over his face couldn’t help but nod at him in response. He knew he couldn’t tell Chloe what had happened because she had warned him not to leave any traces and that Ethan was a smart man. He knew that it would be either his salary would be cut or he would even risk losing the job. He decided not to let Chloe know about the mess he had caused. Ethan left in his car and headed to Chloe’s company. Once he got there, the receptionist was stunned to see Ethan Miller face-to-face. Someone she had been dying to meet. Let's just say she was a fan. “Oh my god,” she blushed sheepishly. “Do you mind if I take a selfie with you?” the receptionist asked, attempting to bring out his phone to snap her and Ethan. Ethan gave her a cold smile. “That’s not why I am here." He fixed his cold gaze on her. “I need to se
“Why are you following me!?” Ethan demanded, and disgust dripped out of every word. The spy spat out a mouthful of blood as a result of the hit from Ethan. "It's just a coincidence that we are heading in the same direction. I am not following you,” he answered, not giving in to the physical threat. Ethan dropped him and motioned for the guy in the black suit to take over. He doesn’t like to get physical in public because he wouldn’t want the news that he was assaulting someone to start flying over the internet when they don’t know the root of the matter. The guy grabbed him roughly, pinning him to his car. He smacked him across the face. “Start talking,” he thundered, and he smacked him again and again. “I said I am not following...” Before he could finish his sentence, the guy fist connected to his face. His lips and nose burst such that blood started dripping out of them. “Who are you!?” The guy brought out a g*n and pointed it at his head. Feeling the cold metal in contact wit
“I love you too, Ethan.” Ethan’s heart swelled with Fiona’s response. He felt butterflies dancing in his stomach. It was as if that was the best thing he had heard for a long time. That response meant a lot to him. He felt like he was on cloud nine, bustling with intense excitement. He pulled away from her and held her hands, their eyes locked. He caressed her hand dotingly. They stared at each other in silence.“Do you care for lunch?” He asked, searching into her eyes for answers, and when he saw the indecisiveness in them, he spoke again. “Fiona, don’t say no,” he added with a gentle, and encouraging smile. Fiona felt conflicted; she had turned Mia down just a few minutes ago because she was busy, and now Ethan wanted to take her out. She doesn’t want to decline because of the stress he had gone through to come down to her office, leaving his own personal life. It was the sweetest thing someone would do, and she appreciated it, and the only way to reciprocate was to agree to go