Dominic sat in his car, waiting patiently, his hands on the wheels. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was half past seven. He had been here since half past six, almost an hour ago. In fact, he was very much aware of what time Maeve had pulled into the parking lot. He watched her climb out of her car, lock it and walk into the restaurant. That was almost forty five minutes ago. He knew how angry she would be if he was late and he purposely waited in his car just for that. The moment it was fifteen minutes to eight, Dominic climbed out of his car. He locked the door, turned and began to walk into the restaurant. He had to admit, the restaurant she had picked was a good one – lovely and quiet. When he stepped in, he noticed that all of the booths were private, the perfect place to have a private conversation. He paused for a minute, sighted Maeve in one of the booths and began to walk towards her. Just as he had predicted, she was angry and it was evident on her face. Without eve
Maeve laid sprawled across the bed, her eyes closed. Her alarm rang for the hundredth time and she reached out, slamming it off. She turned around on the bed and closed her eyes again. She wasn’t exactly sleeping. In fact, she was very much awake, she just refused to pull herself up from the bed; and no matter how she tried to force herself out of bed, her mind and body refused to cooperate. All she could think of was the fact that she had just lost one of the most important opportunities in her career to Dominic Fitz. Why would she be motivated to go to work after that? Why would she even want to go? So, everyone can whisper and gossip about how she was a failure? So, they can talk about how right they were when they said she was undeserving of the job? No, thanks. Maeve closed her eyes and willed her mind to go back to sleep. If she was asleep, she would not be forced to think about what was clearly going to become the biggest failure of her life. Just as her mind was about to coop
Maeve glanced at her wristwatch. The time read half past nine in the morning. She glanced at the building in front of her and let out a small sigh. Beside her, her personal assistant, Noelle looked at her wondering what was wrong. The both of them were seated in the car waiting in front of Bass Enterprise. They had a meeting scheduled for ten o’clock in the morning and they were both excited about it. Maeve was doing a good job of concealing her happiness though. She had a bored look on her face as she constantly glanced at her wristwatch, waiting for the time to clock quarter to ten before she would get out of the car. Once it was quarter to ten, the driver climbed out of the car, rushing to open Maeve’s door. She climbed out briskly, walking into the building with Noelle scrambling after her. The security man opened the door and the both of them walked in. The receptionist behind the desk immediately rose to her feet the moment she saw Maeve approaching. “Good morning, Miss Casalen
The moment Dylan Bass walked out of the room, Maeve turned to Dominic Fitz, her eyes narrowed in anger as she glared at him. “You! What the hell did you do?” She demanded. Dominic looked at her innocently. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I didn’t do anything.”“This was supposed to be my project,” She yelled at him. “But of course, you have to ruin everything as usual. Ugh, I so fucking hate you!” She grabbed her bag aggressively from the table, pushing the chair back and jumping to her feet. She whirled around and shoved her bag in Noelle’s hands.“Maeve, are you sure you want to leave? We can talk about this calmly.”Maeve whirled back to face him. “Don’t you dare!” She snapped. “Don’t you even try to pretend you are the logical, rational one here and make me feel crazy. Don’t you even dare.” She turned back to Noelle. “You! Let’s go.” Maeve shoved the chairs aside angrily, walking out of the room in anger. She stalked towards the elevator, rapidly clicking on buttons. “Ughh!” She l
There was a knock on Dominic’s door and he let out a small groan before he asked the person to come in. The door opened, revealing his personal assistant, James. Or is it John? He could never really tell but who cared anyway. Without looking away from his computer, he asked, “What do you want?”“We received a message from Dylan Bass, sir,” his personal assistant replied. “Casalengo Enterprises has agreed to the deal.”Dominic’s ears perked up at those words but he tried not to show his eagerness. He simply raised his head slowly to look at his personal assistant. “I see….” he answered. “Well, message Casalengo Enterprises directly and inform them that we need to meet so we can begin working on this immediately. Dylan Bass wants it completed by the end of the month.”“Yes sir.”Dominic nodded dismissively at him, turning back to his work. However, he sensed that James…..or John was still standing by the door. He raised his head and he was right. “Is there something else you need?” he a
What was that saying – where there is family there is love? Well, right now, Dominic was not feeling a lot of love towards his family. He was seated on the couch, fuming inwardly. Across him was his father and mother and at the other side of the room was his step-sister, Noelle. He and Noelle had arrived about ten minutes ago to find his parents waiting outside his home for him.The atmosphere was tense and uncomfortable, and Noelle shuffled around on her feet, itching for someone to break the silence, while Dominic glared at his parents, especially his father. “Anna, how was the journey here?” Noelle asked Dominic’s mother politely, finally breaking the silence. She cringed at the question. The journey here? It wasn’t like they lived at the other side of the world. Although, they did live a good thirty to forty-five minutes away from them. “Oh, it was great, darling, thanks for asking,” Anna answered kindly. Despite knowing that Noelle was her husband’s bastard child, she still tre
Maeve cursed under her breath as she prepared for her meeting this morning. Dressed in a pair of pink suit and a silver shoe with a silver bag to match, she had her hair packed into a bun. She walked out of the room, a frown on her face. As she descended the stairs she found her father sitting by the table, having his breakfast. “Good morning, dad,” She greeted. He glanced up from his food. “Morning, darling. You look amazing.”Maeve grinned at his words, despite the annoyance brewing in her – not at her father of course but at the meeting she clearly had to attend. “Thanks, dad.” She assessed him slowly, noticing that he was dressed formally in a pair of black suit. “Are you going to the office, dad?”“Yes. I thought I would pop in to see how things are going,” he answered. “I won’t take long, though. Just a while.”“Oh,” Maeve answered. “But I’m not going to be there.”He paused his eating briefly, looking up at his daughter. “Why?” He wondered. “I told you I have to meet with Dom
Dominic climbed down the stairs dressed in a pair of suits and holding a briefcase, looking like every inch of the businessman he was. He descended the stairs in quick yet elegant steps. Immediately his chef saw him walking down, she rushed towards him, greeting him, “good morning sir.”He grunted in reply.“Would you like to have breakfast sir?” She asked. “No,” Dominic answered simply, heading for the door. He walked out of the house and immediately, a car drive up to him. The driver climbed out, turned around to open the door for him and waited as he climbed into the car. Then, the driver entered into the car and started it, driving away. Inside the car, Dominic scrolled through his phone. He had just received a message from Maeve asking him to hurry up. This time, the had agreed to meet at her office. They had already started working on the project and it was shaping up nicely. Even though he and Maeve still could not stand each other, the job was still going on smoothly. Someti
Maeve chewed on her lower lip as she stared at the cover of the magazine. Dominic Fitz was once again on the front page of the magazine for being the most successful businessman of the month. She stared at the cover for a while, her eyes fixed on the picture. She had not seen him in a while, not after their heated kiss in the toilet, which happened weeks ago. Actually, she saw him from afar in a couple of business events and red carpets events and parties, but that was where it all ended. She made it a point of duty to avoid him all the time. It did not help that every time she saw him, she was reminded of their kiss. It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrive
Maeve was excited. When was the last time she got the opportunity to prep herself like this, she wondered to herself. When was the last time she actually went on a proper date. She did go on a lot of dates when she was in Spain, but most of those ended in one night stand and she never saw them again. But this particular one, she wanted to see him again. She wanted to see Issac after today and she needed to make a good and lasting impression. So, Maeve stood in front of the mirror that morning, prepping her face. Looking beautiful was a strenuous job, she thought to herself, as she carefully rubbed across her face with a face sponge, but it was always worth the job. The process was quite nice too, knowing that once you were done, you’d be getting the necessary result. After taking care of her face, Maeve stepped into the shower to wash her hair. She took her time, washing it thoroughly and slowly, combing her hands through it, and letting the water wash the soap away. Afterwards, she
Maeve could hear the loud sound of the door knocking from her sleep, but she found it difficult to wake up. She twisted her body around the bed, squeezing the sheets with tightly closed fists. A very loud knock sounded on the door, jerking her awake. She immediately shot out of bed, her eyes flying open. The side of her head banged furiously, as she sluggishly climbed out of the sheets, slipping her feet into her flip flops and walking to the door. She unlocked it, opened it and sighed when she saw Imogen at the other end. “Should have known it was you,” she said, turning and walking back to bed. “Good morning to you too, Maeve,” said Imogen as Maeve bounced on the bed. “Don’t go back to sleep, I came to talk to you!”“Go away!”“Don’t be silly, Maeve. This is past ten, wake up.”“It’s Sunday, for fucks sake. Let me sleep in peace!”“Come on Maeve!” Imogen slumped on the bed beside her. “Come on, talk to me!”Maeve raised her head with a groan as she glared at Imogen. “You are annoyi
Maeve stood in front of the mirror, admiring her dress. Her stylist had really outdone herself with this floral dress. She had paired with stilettos and a small purse. Her hair was parked into a high ponytail and her makeup looked flawless and stunning. She was going to be the centre of attention at the event which was exactly what she was going for. She grinned at herself before walking out of the room. Her father was downstairs, dressed in an expensive black tuxedo, waiting for her. As he saw her approaching, a smile lit up his face, “Ready?” he asked and she nodded. He held his hand out for her and she took it. Together, they walked out to the limousine waiting outside for them. Tonight, Dylan Bass was finally going to launch the project in this exclusive event that Maeve and her father were attending. Ever since the interviews and magazines releases, the publicity and awareness of the project had skyrocketed, so, even when Dylan Bass got wind of what was happening, she made the d
Maeve slammed the phone down with so much vigor, a small smile on her face. She felt victorious. Dominic really believed he was going to come for her like that and get away with it. Maybe now he would learn to stop playing in her face. She shook her head, still smiling as she grabbed one of the magazines and studied her picture on the cover. She looked amazing, her hair flowing down to her waist, her legs strutted out and her hips bent to the side as she struck a pose. She flipped the magazine open, her eyes scanning through the article written. As she read it, she kept chuckling. She could see how and why Dominic was pissed. The article really painted Fitz Industries in a bad light and exposed Dominic for the fraud he was. Clearly, he didn’t want that. There was a knock on the door, causing Maeve to raise her head up. “Come in,” she called, closing the magazine and pushing it aside. The door opened and her personal assistant, Noelle Gentry, stepped into the office, before closing t
The day started out as normal as usual for Dominic Fitz. He had left the house very early, heading for his office and he was currently sitting by his desk, reviewing a couple of documents. He and Noelle had gotten into a huge fight, early this morning before she left – his mother had called the previous day to invite them for dinner, Noelle wanted to go but Dominic declined for both of them. Safe to say that Noelle was not at all pleased by this and all hell broke loose. She yelled a couple of names at him before storming out to work angrily. Now that he thought of it, he realized Maeve would have to deal with a moody and irritated Noelle. The thought made him smile. Everything went downhill the moment his personal assistant, John, rushed into his office, holding the phone in his hand. “Sir…your father wants to...speak to you…”Dominic sighed, rubbing his forehead with his palm. “Can it wait? I have a lot of things to work on right now.”John glanced at the phone nervously. “It’s…it’
Dominic climbed down the stairs dressed in a pair of suits and holding a briefcase, looking like every inch of the businessman he was. He descended the stairs in quick yet elegant steps. Immediately his chef saw him walking down, she rushed towards him, greeting him, “good morning sir.”He grunted in reply.“Would you like to have breakfast sir?” She asked. “No,” Dominic answered simply, heading for the door. He walked out of the house and immediately, a car drive up to him. The driver climbed out, turned around to open the door for him and waited as he climbed into the car. Then, the driver entered into the car and started it, driving away. Inside the car, Dominic scrolled through his phone. He had just received a message from Maeve asking him to hurry up. This time, the had agreed to meet at her office. They had already started working on the project and it was shaping up nicely. Even though he and Maeve still could not stand each other, the job was still going on smoothly. Someti
Maeve cursed under her breath as she prepared for her meeting this morning. Dressed in a pair of pink suit and a silver shoe with a silver bag to match, she had her hair packed into a bun. She walked out of the room, a frown on her face. As she descended the stairs she found her father sitting by the table, having his breakfast. “Good morning, dad,” She greeted. He glanced up from his food. “Morning, darling. You look amazing.”Maeve grinned at his words, despite the annoyance brewing in her – not at her father of course but at the meeting she clearly had to attend. “Thanks, dad.” She assessed him slowly, noticing that he was dressed formally in a pair of black suit. “Are you going to the office, dad?”“Yes. I thought I would pop in to see how things are going,” he answered. “I won’t take long, though. Just a while.”“Oh,” Maeve answered. “But I’m not going to be there.”He paused his eating briefly, looking up at his daughter. “Why?” He wondered. “I told you I have to meet with Dom
What was that saying – where there is family there is love? Well, right now, Dominic was not feeling a lot of love towards his family. He was seated on the couch, fuming inwardly. Across him was his father and mother and at the other side of the room was his step-sister, Noelle. He and Noelle had arrived about ten minutes ago to find his parents waiting outside his home for him.The atmosphere was tense and uncomfortable, and Noelle shuffled around on her feet, itching for someone to break the silence, while Dominic glared at his parents, especially his father. “Anna, how was the journey here?” Noelle asked Dominic’s mother politely, finally breaking the silence. She cringed at the question. The journey here? It wasn’t like they lived at the other side of the world. Although, they did live a good thirty to forty-five minutes away from them. “Oh, it was great, darling, thanks for asking,” Anna answered kindly. Despite knowing that Noelle was her husband’s bastard child, she still tre