Lenore's POV
“We need to talk, Dad. I faced my dad in our big, old house, filled with the smell of books and wood. I took a deep breath and said, “Dad, I want to make my way. I don’t want people to think I’m just a rich kid.”
My dad looked at me, surprised. “Lenore, you have everything here. Why go out into the tough world?”
“Because I need to show that I’m more than just a heiress. I want to work for my success,” I replied, feeling strong.
We argued back and forth, our voices echoing in the room. But in the end, my dad’s eyes softened. “Okay, Lenore. If you want to learn, go ahead.” He gave me a card. “Start with this company. Show them what you’re made of.”
I looked at the card—Knight Industries. It belonged to Dad's friend, so I heard. “But Dad, I can't work at a friend's company; this isn't what I want to do.
“The only way I can let you have your way is if you apply there. More objections, and I'd have you grounded," my dad said without looking at me.
I felt like my dad knew something he wasn’t saying. The Reed name was powerful, but Knight Industries was like a giant. It was a company I always thought I would bring down once I started my own.
At night, I applied online for a secretary job at Knight Industries. I used a different name, ‘Lena Reed’, and made up some of my past jobs. I wanted to start from the bottom and show my real worth later.
The next day, I walked into the company, ready to work hard. But surprisingly, there was a long queue of people waiting for the job. Unsure of what next, a woman stopped me by the door and asked me what I was there for. I told her I applied for a job and led me to sit amongst the crowded people. She asked for my name, and I told her. “Lena Reed, I said, and she gave me a tag asking me to sit and wait to be called on.
I stood there, in Knight Industries, feeling like a tiny fish in a vast ocean. My heart was thumping so loud, I was sure everyone could hear it. I was ‘Lena Reed’ now, not Lenore, the heiress of Reed Enterprises. I had to prove myself and show that I wasn’t just some rich kid riding on her daddy’s coattails.
The office was buzzing like a beehive, people rushing about, papers flying. It was loud, and it looked like everyone was trying to get their work in order. A huge man walked out with his tie partially loosened and signaled to the woman who gave me the tag. “Ms. Reed,” she called out, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Come with me." I followed the woman and entered the office, and there he was—the man had peeped out earlier. He had this aura like he owned the place—well, he did—but it was more than that. He was the perfect example of my dream man, and my eyes couldn't resist looking at him. He was seated like he was the king of his castle, and we were all just living in it.
His office was like something out of a movie, all sleek and shiny. He handed me a file, his eyes locked on mine. “Summarize this. You’ve got half an hour.”
My mind raced as I flipped through the pages. Numbers, charts, and words seemed to dance before my eyes. I scribbled down notes, my hand cramping up. Time was slipping away, and I could feel his gaze burning into my back.
“Time’s up,” he announced, and I handed him my summary, trying to keep my hand from shaking. He read it, his face giving nothing away. Then, out of nowhere, he said, “Something is wrong, can you explain your CV?
My heart raced. Did my dad tell him who I was? Or was this just the first challenge I had to face? “My CV explains it all, sir; I intend to work hard if you hire me," I said and fumbled with my hands.
“I'm sure that's not an answer to my question, Miss—he looked at my CV and looked back at me before he said "Reed." With your academic qualifications, you should aim to be the head of a company, so why want to be a secretary? He asked, this time staring intensely at me.
“Well, I mumbled, my voice shaking. I—the door opened, and the woman who gave me the name tag came in, interrupting us.
“My apologies, sir, for intruding, but Mr. Donovan is here; should I ask him to wait? She asked and waited for his signal.
“Send him in," he said to her, and she left. I thanked the woman under my breath because any more words and I would have been caught.
“You can leave now; you'll be informed in due time if you are hired," he said and ushered me out.
As I made my way to leave, my eyes briefly screened the nameplate on his table and saw “Trent Knight, CEO.
“Trent, not so bad," I smiled and thought to myself. He gave me a soft smile before I left, and that weirdly made my heart flutter.
I walked out of there on cloud nine. But then, bam! I ran into Mr. Donovan, my dad’s arch-enemy. “Lenore Reed, what are you doing here?” he sneered.
I had to think fast. “Oh, I’m just helping a friend,” I lied smoothly. He seemed to buy it, but I knew I was walking on thin ice.
“How's your father doing? Does he seem well? He asked me.
“Yes, he is," I replied and increased my pace. He would be the worst person to find out I was here. I can't afford to have my identity blown. I walked faster and did not look back, hoping he wouldn't have anything else to ask.
The woman who walked me into Trent's office stopped me. “Excuse me, you can't wear the application tag out of the office.”.
Dilemma at WorkMy heart pounded as I clutched the application tag. The woman’s words echoed in my ears, “You can’t leave with that.” Mr. Donovan’s eyes were still on me, his gaze sharp and suspicious. I had to act fast.With a quick smile, I handed the tag back. “Silly me,” I laughed, trying to sound casual. “Thanks for catching that.” As soon as the tag was off, I darted through the crowd. I could feel Mr. Donovan’s eyes bored into my back, but I didn’t dare look.Once outside, I raced to my car, tucked away in a corner where it wouldn’t draw attention. I slipped inside, my breaths coming in quick gasps. I was safe, for now. But that was too close. I couldn’t risk being recognized again.Pulling out my phone, I called Layla. “You won’t believe what just happened,” I said, my voice a mix of fear and excitement.Layla’s concern was immediate. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”I spilled the story; my words tumbled out. I told Layla about the interview, about the mysterious Trent Knight,
A Sabotaged Plan“Who is she, Trent, and what is she doing here? She walked towards me and looked at me like she wanted to devour me.“Yvonne, what are you doing here? Trent turned back and walked towards her.I stood aside and looked at her. Who was she? Could she be the person Trent was engaged to?“Did you recruit a female secretary baby? I told you I wanted a male one; you know how much I hate you being around other girls apart from me, she said aloud like she wanted me to hear.‘“You have to fire her," she added. Trent just sat and said nothing to her whinings. He looked exhausted, and I left them to talk.“What does she mean he has to fire me? I thought about what his so-called fiance said. What was that about? What does she mean he has to fire me?I scoffed and packed my bags ready to leave for the day. I thought about going back to Trent's office and having him inform him that I was leaving for the day, but I decided against it.The night was long as I was tired and hurried to
A big misunderstandingThe conference room was silent immediately. I shouted.“Trent, you can't have that; it could be poisoned,” I said and ran towards him, slapping the cup away from his hands.“What is she doing? Everyone whispered to themselves.“Lena, what is this you're doing? Trent got up from his seat and looked at me with a flustered face.“I'm sorry, but you can't have the wine, sir. It's poisoned,” I said.“What are you saying? How can it be poisoned? He replied to me, this time with a glare in his eyes.I was panting softly and looked around to search for Mr. Donovan. He was nowhere to be found.“Lena, I'm talking to you. Trent's strong voice brought me back, and I faced him.“ It's Mr. Donovan; I saw him this morning. He was talking to a strange man, and they exchanged something. I'm sure he—“What the heck are you talking about, Lena? Trent blurted out, frustration evident in his voice. How can a drink I served myself be poisoned? Are you being delusional?I just stood th
Trent's POVI drove into my father's mansion with Yvonne and Mr. Donovan, her father. It was Friday, and I always spent the night at my father's. It was like a tradition that I got used to. We always had dinner and chatted about little things. But today, Yvonne insisted she wanted to come along with her father.The night was long and cold, and we all sat around the big dining table in my father's mansion. It was just dinner, and it looked like he had prepared a feast. Yvonne and Mr. Donovan were around, and they made jokes with my father.“Trent, I heard about what happened in the conference room today. Yvonne told me you employed a new secretary who has been in a dilemma since she started work,” my father, Dave, said as he chewed on his food.I glanced over at Yvonne, and she just smiled at me. I couldn't believe she told my father about company-related matters.“It's taken care of, Father; you have nothing to worry about. I replied.“Father, you needed to see what happened today; it