Jane woke up to the sound of chirping birds and the morning sun beaming at her. She stretched a little and rolled down the bed. She was amused to find her favorite slipper and robe neatly kept beside a tray containing her favorite tea with well-made pancakes."That's strange." Jane thought as she put on the robe and slippers.She went down the stairs while sipping a cup of tea. She found Emilia in the living room all dressed up and going through her iPad."Good morning Miss Jane." Emilia stood up to greet immediately when she saw Jane."What is good about the goddamn morning?" Jane mumbled as she sat on the couch opposite where Emilie stood.Emilia smiled. "Well then, I will need you to be ready for our first meeting in the next 1 hour. We have a long day ahead of us and I will suggest you use your time wisely." Emilia wasn't sure how she was able to sound so courageous and in control. She had never talked to Jane like that, she hoped that whatever reason Marcus had for making her do
Marcus was doing well in his verdict to avoid Jane. After the incident that happened the day before he had decided to keep his distance. He had decided that other than his work relationship with her, nothing will make him want to be around someone as goofy and ill-mannered as Jane.Jane had decided that she was going clubbing that day and even though Marcus did not think it was a good idea to party the night before one starts work in a new place he did nothing to stop her.“Jane is so irresponsible.” Emilia had whispered to him before he and Jane left the house. Since Jane saw it unnecessary for Emilia to go with her to the club, she made her read and gather everything she could about the company and its employees. She wanted every information she could get before she starts work the next day.Marcus was standing at the far end of the party hall watching as Jane and other rich kids waste money on expensive drinks and things he deemed unnecessary. He watched dolefully as Jane saturat
“You seriously think I will believe that?” Jane yelled banging the table in the conference room where the CEO and other Board members sat. “How do you expect me to believe Stocks have been sold but there is no profit?! Stocks have been one of the leading sources of profit in other companies why is this company an exception?!”Mr. Robert the CEO sneered at Jane. He knew was a spoilt brat but he didn’t know she would come questioning his authority. He understood that her father owes the company but he wasn’t going to allow her to behave arrogantly to him as long as he is still the CEO of the company.“Excuse me Miss Jane but are you trying to question my job?” The CEO Mr. Robert asked his voice was calm but pitched with anger.“Hell yes! That is exactly what I am doing!” Jane shouted banging the table again.“Ma’am I think you should stay calm,” Marcus whispered in her right ear.“Shut the fuck up and stay in your lane, Marcus!” Jane was sure this was not the best way to start a Monday m
Jane was starting to wonder what made her think she could handle the problems in the company in Berlin. It'd been just a week and she had earned a bad reputation in the Company. Her assistant was in the hospital, Marcus was feeling depressed and homesick and she did nothing to ease his pain. As a matter of fact, she was half of his problems. The only good thing that was coming off from the whole situation was her friendship with Suzan. Suzan had been more helpful than Jane had thought she would be. And since Emilia was not in any condition to assist her, the company had let Suzan do the job.Jane was in her office sipping from her already cold coffee staring at the screen of her laptop. Throughout the day she found herself drifting into thoughts of Emilia. She wasn't really sure why. Maybe it was the moody look Marcus wore every day because Emilia wasn't there to cheer him up. She sighed. She dropped the empty cup on the desk and rubbed her head as her phone rang. She picked up immedi
All the walls Marcus had been building to keep himself from having any more feelings for Jane came crashing down when he saw her that night. That Saturday night. The red cheery gown she wore brought out her perfect hourglass body. Her blonde hair brought out the beauty of her eye and complimented her lips."You look beautiful..." Marcus could not help but admit.Jane blushed and nodded.Later that evening after Jane made a stop at her favourite cafe, the one Suzan introduced her to before leaving for the party.The conference room had been cleared and beautified to suit the occasion. The party was flooded with expensive drinks and food. Jane was pissed, angry even. 'How can a company facing bankruptcy spend this kind of money for a party just to congratulate me for doing my job.' She wondered. She was not at peace with the whole thing. She felt like the accountant was wrongly accused and arrested to cover the real culprit. But she was willing to play along until he is innocent or not.
"Jane, I think you should calm down. For all we know, this might have been a long time ago." Marcus' voice was filled with compassion."What do you mean I should calm down?!" Jane yelled more in pain than in anger or for the sake of being rude. "I know those clothes! I know those clothes in that picture! She wore them the same day she came to my office to be friends! And that shoe and the same hair." Jane was crying loudly making Marcus feel sad.Jane felt her legs turn soft and she slowly slum to the floor. Her cry had subsided to a gentle sob but her tears were still uncontrollably and her pain raw in every teardrop. "Why will Suzan do this to me? I thought we were friends." Marcus could hardly understand her words as they were mixed with tears and sorrow. He had dropped the picture on the floor and was twisting his hands contemplating whether he should comfort her or leave the room for her. "I am sorry," he muttered more to himself than to Jane. "I am sorry I did not tell you earl
The morning was slow and less exciting than Jane had thought it would be. Her head was buried in stacks upon stacks of papers. Marcus was at his usual desk outside her office. She and Suzan had only exchanged a few awkward greetings in the morning. She was grateful Marcus was there to save her from what was supposed to be the second most embarrassing moment in her life. Marcus had made her promise to treat Suzan out for lunch which had never been a problem but with the new finding she had, she was not sure how she was going to sit across a lady she knew was lying to her and not try to strangle her to death or worse break down crying. She had always sworn never to trust a man again, after what Cletus did to her heart, she always thought all men 'male gender' were evil but with what Suzan did and is still doing to her, it is obvious that both male and female are the same. After going through records that seem to take forever, it was finally time for lunch. She had intentionally waited
Suzan could not fathom what to feel with all the many emotions Jane was pulling.In the morning Jane was acting too strange and for a minute she thought maybe Jane knew she was just acting to be her friend. But then she apologized and blamed it on stress. Now, Jane was crying. Telling her how and why her ex-boyfriend had broken her heart. Suzan had tried to be sympathetic, but she was getting too uncomfortable to put up with it any longer. She was starting to feel guilty, which was one of the last things she wanted to feel. "You had no idea how much I cried…" Jane was saying in-between sobs as she tried to clean her nose. "Oh Jane, I am sorry you had to go through all this," Suzan said trying to sound as sincere as possible for the hundredth time in that hour. "This was not the lunch I signed up for," she grumbled under her breath. "Jane, don't you think we should go to the office?" Suzan asked, still trying to sound as compassionate as possible.Jane agreed. Not because she want
Marcus took some aspirin and did his usual morning rituals. He then carefully cleaned the house looking for clues that would lead to those who kidnapped his family. He suspects the same person who had kidnapped Jane was responsible for his missing mother and sister. He cleaned the house thoroughly but didn't find anything. He sat on the couch he sat not up to 42 hours ago with Emily. He missed his sister, he missed her goofy nature. If she were here she would have made any other trouble he was facing lighter. She never comes out to declare her love for him, but she was always there whenever he needed her. Just like she had broken her savings to help me pay for the house rent, just like she had helped him get through his previous breakup, she had always got his back more than any other person he knew. He remembered when she first mentioned Cole, he felt uneasy about his younger sister dating. He had wanted too badly to scrutinise the Cole guy but Emiky had refused to introduce him. "I d
"No, seriously Cole I did think of you the whole time," Emily shouted into her phone. After she had dropped Marcus off at work, she spent her day at her friend’s house to do some homework after which she went shopping. She had promised Cole she would be at his house by 7:00 pm and she was almost late.“You didn’t,” Cole mumbled trying to sound sad.Cole blabbed about how he was sure she was lying—which she was.“Oh, crab!” she exclaimed.“What’s the problem?” Cole asked.“I forgot the cookies I baked.” She muttered.“My cookie?”“I am afraid so.” She mumbled“Well, you better go get them.”“You know this is all your fault, I know I should have put them in the car yesterday,” Emily grumbled, turning the car around.“So are you going to get the cake?” Cole asked abruptly alert.”“Yes Cole, do you not want me to get it?”“No, no, you should get it.” He said quickly. Emily heard his abrupt movement in the background.“Here are you going somewhere? I think I heard you start your truck.”“A
Cletus swings his chair in his father’s office. He had his father go through the information his investigator got him. He went through it a few hours ago but he didn’t think he could get Jane back on his own, he needed help. From the beginning, he knew he didn’t trust that Marcus guy. He didn’t like the way Jane looked at him, it felt like he was more than the bodyguard she claimed he was so had someone spy on them and always, and he was right. He reread the texts between Jane and Marcus for the 4th time and grimaced. He felt betrayed.“Jane cannot possibly be serious,” He said to his father.“She might be playing him; I do not see what she could possibly see in him. That Jane girl is weird.” His father answered.“Jane can be so naïve, the Marcus guy just wants her money from her, just the way I and any other guy want. Only I would marry her and buy her pretty dresses in return, what could that pathetic bloody servant give her.”Rodriguez Diaz snickered. “Morrison’s daughter is stubbo
Jane does not always have the privilege to talk to her mother. Not because her mother wouldn't create time if Jane wanted, but Mrs. Morrison is more of the reserved time. She would rather read the same novel over and over again than sit around talking about things she didn't deem necessary. When she does speak, she speaks, she pours out so much wisdom one wonders if she is human. So on days, Jane gets to talk to her mother, she does appreciate it."Mother, you called?""Yes my dearest, come in, sit with me."Jane walked to her parents' oversized bed and sat beside her mother."How are you doing, dear one?""I am okay maa, work has been good."Her mother had a soft smile on her face as she searched Jane's eyes. "You see happier,"Jane's face reddened. Not because of her mother's comment, but because of who was responsible for making her happy. Marcus. "Thank you," she said."Did I tell you of the most bizarre thing I did when I was younger?" her mother asked. Her eyes had become distan
Jane and Marcus walked quickly to the reception to see what the commotion was. She stopped short when she saw Cletus moving his body in what was supposed to be dancing."Was he stung by something," she mumbled to herself.She felt like she would have to sue him for noise pollution."Is this the unfortunate guy?" Marcus whispered."Unfortunately yes," she mumbled."You didn't say he was good at embarrassing himself," Marcus whispered back."I had no idea," she whispered and sighed. "I can not believe I once was in love with this clown," she murmured, cleaning her forehead.Cletus did his grand style by kneeling in front of Jane. Marcus quickly pushed Jane behind him."Who are you?" Cletus asked, irritated, standing to his feet."Her bodyguard. You have a problem with that?" Marcus replied.Cletus scowled at him and turned his attention to Jane. "Hey my Lo–""Don't!" Jane interrupted raising her left hand.Cletus's eyes turned pleading. "I am sorry My love." He said taking a step closer
Marcus felt goofy after leaving Jane's room. They almost got caught because Jane forgot to close the door. Marcus went to us Mr. Morisson barged in. He gave lectures on love and lost saying what Marcus felt for her is lost."Mostly I tell you guys only want one thing from you, sex. But guys like Marcus want two things from you, sex and your money." "You can't judge a person like that father, you do not even know him!" Jane cried."But I was once a young guy. I know what they are thinking.""Yeah right," Jane mumbled, rolling her eyes."I am just trying to do what is best for you," he said softly."I know dad, but I need chances to make my own mistakes."But I already gave you a chance to make a mistake, Clerus is a mistake remember? That is enough mistake for one lifetime.""Great," Jane murmured.Her father gave her more lectures on love and how she could have him anytime she needed someone to be her date."Who needs a boyfriend when they have their father."Jane rolled her eyes.Aft
Jane was starting to wonder if Marcus had a twin she didn’t know about. In the presence of her father, he was so professional she sometimes thinks he had decided to listen to her father and keep their relationship Heiress-Bodyguard. But then he sneaks into her room almost every night for the past 1 month and is still his goofy self when they are alone or with his family.She remembered when she and her father had gone to a conference together and as usual Marcus had to be there to protect her. He looked so professional and put together. Not once did her father see him looking at her in another way except his professionally focused stares.“Marcus, I cannot believe how professional you look. You look more responsible when doing your job than you did when saying that nonsense about liking my daughter.” Mr. Morrison complimented; “I am proud of you kiddo.” he added tapping Marcus’ shoulder and leaving for his car.“I was so naïve then.” Marcus had answered.She was at the airport to see
Jane lay doleful on her bed. Today was her turn to tell her parents about her relationship with Marcus. She would have to tell her parents—who are already suspicious about the relationship between her and Marcus. Today she would explain the reason she is always happy and nice to everyone and compliments on how beautiful everything is, which is because of Marcus. Today she is going to say what she has been meaning to tell them.Last Saturday was when they told Marcus' mother about their relationship and she was more accommodating than they thought, she welcomed her with overly open arms, The next day she went shopping with her. Mrs. Wang was in her room earlier and had asked what was troubling her when she kept pacing through and fro her room. She didnt see the need to lie to the older lady so she told her the truth. As expected Mrs. Wang was happy she finally found love again, she also stated that love was bringing back all her good self she had lost long ago. Everybody likes to blame
"It's going to be okay," Marcus whispered in her ear."What if she throws a tantrum?"Marcus winced. "Do you think my mother is that dramatic?""I am sorry," Jane muttered touching his face."Well then, let's go inside. Dinner is getting cold." He said leading the way."Wait, what? You cooked?!" Jane jogged to meet up with Marcus."Nope, my mother did." He opened the front door only to be greeted by a bunch of petals on his face."Emily," he said the name slowly trying to control his anger.Jane and Emily giggled."Ha-ha." He said humorlessly. "I am glad you both found this funny." He mumbled and stomped into the kitchen."I did plan to pour you a bucket of flowers also but you laughed with me, so you are safe to go in.""Thank you, ma'am," Jane replied with a smile and walked into the house."You have a nice home." Jane complimented."Yeah right," Emily mumbled rolling her eyes.The house was nothing close to their mansion. The house was simple but comfortable. The living room was de