The moment Mauren evacuated the meeting room, I also made my exit since my presence was of no use to the session which was mutually agreed upon by Ghino and Dylan. It was my first day of work and still had a lot of things to do in my office. I need to impress my boss. Neither Ghino nor Dylan needed me at the meeting. So instead of sitting there and doing nothing, I preferred to have a computer screen and keyboard in front of me. But the second I stepped foot into the secretarial office, all of us were caught by surprise when someone grabbed my hair and did not get me the chance to say something when I was pinned to the tinted glass wall by force and got slapped continuously. "Please, call Mr. Spencer! Quick!" Ms. Lalaine ordered Dust and Jennifer as she attempted to stop Maureen from wrecking my face. "No, don't call anyone!" I exclaimed despite having a hard time breathing. "This fight is between me and this gold-digger." "How dare you call me a gold-digger, y
"Well... Well... Well." Noah's expression dulled as he continued, "I met the two not long ago, but for me, Dylan and Ghino have their advantage and disadvantages, right? If you are having second thoughts, think about it. Weigh in the situation based on your instinct. That might help you in choosing which among the two deserves your time." Brother Noah's piece of advice somehow gave me the idea of what to do. After a few minutes of considering things, I did not wait for Noah to finish cooking and I decided to pick one among the two men in my life. Dressed in a long red gown, I found myself walking into an expensive restaurant. But the one thing that I noticed the second I stepped foot into the restaurant was those empty chairs and tables. Eight in the evening was supposed to be a rush hour for the restaurants if I am not mistaken. Let alone dinner was held in a well-known restaurant the city could offer. "I rented the entire building if what I thought you were thi
And she surely knew how to get on my nerves when even her smile compelled all the blood in my veins to boil like shit. Happiness streaked through her like a comet, but I was the one who got exploded by it. However, while understanding the situation, the two things that intrigued and confused me the most were how on earth she was part of the crowd and how she knew about the measurement of the diamond ring on my finger. Ghino told me earlier that his friends would be coming to pick us up to join someone's birthday party. He did not mention anything about Maureen as one of his circle of friends. And so was the engagement ring. Don't even know about the size and weight of it. But Maureen immediately recognized it in just the blink of an eye. Who are these people around us, anyway? Are they certainly Ghino's friends? Or just gold-diggers just like Maureen? I have known Maureen for five years and have wandered the entire New York City but I never met and recognized any
He slowly undressed my gown until nothing was left on me. While I was looking at him, call it absurd, but Dylan's face suddenly flickered into my eyes and his name remained in my heart. Partly startled, I grabbed the blanket and covered it around me. Then I jumped out of bed "What?" he frowned before he reached out to my hand and pulled me closer. "I'm so sorry, Ghino," The tears in my eyes began pouring down my cheeks. "Don't know. I'm a little scared." "Was it because this is your first time?" he asked, his voice started getting calm. He tapped the surface of the bed next to him, telling me to sit down. I noticed that his aggressiveness earlier began to subside. His forehead and neck were covered in sweat, ejecting the alcohol content out of his body. So I dropped my butt on the bed next to him. He was already sober so I started to trust him again. "We can't if you're not ready yet, Elaine." he said, "You're scared and hesitant, right?" After getting my n
Dylan headed to the secretarial office, not to bid farewell to Dust and Jennifer, but to pack my things voluntarily. Both of their jaws dropped to the floor with their eyes fixed on him. "I'll take it from here, Mr. Spencer," I snatched the iPhone tablet and purse from him before he could carry them all by himself to the nearest elevator. "This meeting with the Singapore branch was a last-minute notification, so I'm afraid we don't have much time to get back to our respective places to pack our things," Dylan answered back, "We better get going 'cause we only have one hour and thirty minutes left not to be late for our flight." He slid to the doorway scanned the room for about ten seconds and stopped at me. "Don't worry about clothes, personal hygiene, or anything you need. I already reached out to our people there." "Please, take good care of the office for three days. Don't forget to call me if you guys have questions or concerns, okay?" I spoke up as I checked
"It's a long story, but I'm afraid we don't have the luxury to discuss the case right now. Instead..." Dylan suddenly tossed me his iPhone tablet. "Take a look at them." On the screen of his tablet were a list of images, and photos of individuals to be precise, whom I believed were part of Don Romualdo's shareholders Spencer Group, and Companies in their Singaporean branch. Even if I am not part of the old man's team, I was quite familiar with most of them because Dylan showed me their files about two years ago. If I am not mistaken, most of them were Don Romualdo's enemies. Wait. Do they have something to do with Don Romualdo's death? I stealth a glance at Dylan, allowing me to see his profound mood while looking ahead of us. I can tell that a lot of things were bothering him as well. After a few minutes of scanning his tablet, and reading every piece of their information, we hopped out of the car and bolted to the hotel in front of us. The first thing that caught my attention wh
"All right, right in front of everyone, I am going to pour everything inside this box." Mr. Morgan announced the second he picked up one of those papers scattered on the table. "We will start the counting of the votes. The first vote goes to... APPROVED." Even though it was still the first vote, Dylan could not deny the anxiety that was written all over his face. I could even catch a glimpse of the continuous trembling of his shoes under the table. "Here goes the second vote," Mr. Morgan continued, "The second vote says, APPROVED! Two for Disapproved while none for Approved." This time, I started to feel anxious for Dylan when he started biting his fingernails. It was supposed to be the first two votes but Dylan's world started falling into pieces. I started to wonder what he might do if he heard another disapproved of the votes. And there are thirteen more votes to count. Mr. Morgan suddenly cleared his throat as though he was removing the cold air that stu
Instead of an honest response or reasonable explanation to defend his wrongdoing, Dylan simply stared at me in the eye. Emptiness dominated his once-expressive eyes. A part of me wanted to believe that he was simply drunk or was carried by the sensation or good ambiance of the room after consuming three glasses of wine, but no. He was sober and knew what he did as he kissed me. While I was mirroring his profound stares, my entire body was frozen like still, and my lips yearned for more. Shit. What are you thinking, Elaine? One time when he passed out in my apartment, I kissed him once before and expressed my feelings. Even if he asked me about how to take responsibility for my actions a few days after that, he still ignored my confession and still treated me as his best friend and secretary. Nothing more. Nothing less. Then he kissed me again instead of an explanation, this time, he possessed a bit of aggression. The worst part, I closed my eyes and simply let hi