Heartstrings and Agendas

MILLIE POV I walk down the busy streets of Los Angeles trying to get to work before Cassie has my head sitting pretty on her desk, watering my tendrils every morning. Wasn't just ready to receive taunts and remarks about my choice of clothes, brand of shoes and how I look like a trash lunch lady on a gloomy summer morning, type of lip gloss I wore and whatever nonsense that she spews out from those brains of hers. It is a mystery how she got this job, well apart from her dad’s connections. Her brain is literally the size of a pea in a pod. By 1am, she sent an email about this impromptu meeting which is to be held by 11 am this morning. I went bananas when I woke up to the notification by 10:35. Like who does that!! I thought beauty queens value their night sleep more than chocolates. How the hell does she expect me to be awake by 1am after the workload she dumped on me. Heck! I slept by the foot of the kitchen door because I was too tired to drag my ass to the bed.I rounded the

ADAN’S POV I sat in the pub on the top floor of my Amatorio Reine restaurant looking below at the guests that dined and drank wine. Their gold chains and diamond rings, pressed designer suits and flowing long gowns, pale stretch skin and dainty nails. All laughing and merry. Fake life and hidden skeletons in each of their closest.Sad.I watch as my employees move swiftly, rendering their service as they are programmed to do. The sparkling wine poured around tables and the delicious meals scrumped up by customers. It is a fine evening indeed.“Boss”.I turn to my bodyguard who signals towards the entrance of the restaurant. A group of rugged men walk in. With sneers on their faces and scars adorn as fine jewelry.“Give them the balcony table at the extreme end” I instruct, taking a sip of my 1967 Bourbon. “I don't want them giving the customers a scare”. It's not Halloween.“So, what's our move? They are here”.Marcello, a tall blond-haired man with pink lips and fair muscle mass, as

ADAN POVI and Ava clean up Grace's wounds. I give her a month off assuring her her pay is still intact so is her bonus. The young lady couldn't stop blushing and Ava was sad that the red blush didn't want to go away. She thought it was a permanent bruise. It was cute to watch. “Daddy I'm hungry”, Ava says as she picks up another color to paint on the picture. We were in her playroom at the moment.“Okay I'll tell chef Daisy to whip something up for you”.“You. You cook”“You want me to cook darling?”“Yes,” Ava clarified. We head to the kitchen. I instructed the head chef and chef Daisy to chase everyone out of the kitchen. Only 3 servers should be inside with me and the head Chefs. I'll be cooking everyone's meals tonight. I prep on the ingredients needed for a spicy Chinese pasta. It is Ava's favorite and some chicken-salmon soup. But first I grilled two buns to make a cheesy burger for her while she waited for her meal. “I'm sorry daddy. I don't mean trouble tonight”.I sig

MILLIE'S POVI was woken up by the loud alarm I sent on my phone. The clock on my phone seemed to blink at me as if it knew how late I was running with each stride out of my shoebox apartment. Already five minutes behind schedule, my anxiety made it feel like lead in my feet.Fingers fumbled with keys while I locked the house,"Fuck! "I swore under my breath at that cab screeching into position.I quickly got in and settled in the backseat."Where to?" he asked, eyeing me in his rearview mirror."Just get me to the restaurant,” I said, tossing a few crumpled bills onto the seat. It wasn't nearly enough, but I had no choice. "And step on it. I'm already late."He nodded, and the cab lurched forward down into the morning traffic, honking here and there.I was a mass of anxiety inside my head. Cassie would kill me if I was late, not to mention I had to collect her damn coffee.Ah, well, the coffee definitely ranked last in my thoughts right then.The cab finally pulled up outside the r

I visited one of my companies, a modeling agency. By then, I was already boiling with anger because all their models were too skinny and very ugly. I needed bitches with big fluffy asses, sexy-looking bitches not broomsticks. Something clients would see and want to smash. That's how the brand sells and how I attract my top-class clients.My eyes skimmed across the office space: bright walls, polished floors, and beautifully designed interiors.Yes, this was perfect, beauty was my second name.Indirectly inviting clients or impressing them-a totally different story compared to the contents of my head. Here, there was a grave issue, and there wasn't anything that was going to make me sugarcoat it.The faces of employees whom I passed in the hallways turned toward me with smiling eyes, they have no idea how pisses I am at their stupid faces.Their faces changed when I returned their smiles with a scowl.They all knew what was about to happen. They'd seen it before. And to be honest, I