Ivan Trevelyan is one of the most successful business owners in New York. Dark, rude, and fearsome, his employees are forced to put up with his constant mood swings and insatiable demands. He is known mostly for his good looks, wealth, and arrogant personality and he has enough superiority to fire his employees with just a snap of his fingers.Isabelle Greene just landed herself as Ivan's secretary, only to find out that her boss isn't just arrogant, but also narcissistic and egocentric. But she can't quit her job, because she needs the paycheck.Her life was normal and perfect until he came in and cracked a deal that she couldn't refuse.
View MoreI kid you not when I tell you it took me roughly an hour to just get Kate to sit and calm down."Are you... good now?" I asked my best friend tentatively.She inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Pretty much... I think."You better be.Then, she turned to me and clapped her hands excitedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Guess what time it is."Uh oh. She giggled as she reached for her tote bag. "Time to doll you up!""After-" I drawled, rising to my feet and slowly backing towards the bathroom, "-I have a quick shower.""You haven't showered yet?!" Kate all but screeched. She is on a roll today with these screams. "What the hell were you doing before now-?" I cocked a sarcastic brow at her, cutting her off. "Right," she said. "If you're not in here within fifteen minutes, twenty tops, I'm barging in there and hauling your ass out.""Sir yes sir," I announced before hightailing it out of the room without hesitation....Kate did not lie.When the twenty minutes were over, she came barging
Unfortunately, the next week came faster than I had expected."It's no longer news that your company is collapsing, Mr. Grant. A merger will benefit us both. It might as well be your only option now," Mr. Trevelyan said as he leaned back into his seat. He didn't look bothered, not one bit. In fact, his expression was the most relaxed I had seen that whole day. The poor man in front of us tried to hide his discomfort but failed miserably. His assistant had forsaken his food and was now nervously chewing his pen. "I did not come here for this meeting to hear you talk rubbish about my company. My team and I are working on making Grant Industries better than yours or anyone else's in the industry."I snorted lowly. For a man of small stature, he surely had a big ego. I sipped more of my juice, watching the drama unfold. This was one of those times when I really loved my job.Ivan cocked a brow. He should really consider joining a modeling agency. "And how well is that working for you, Gr
You guys remember the secretary that Ivan had hired before re-hiring Isabelle? *** Isabelle, we are not getting involved in any violent activities. Not today. I swear, it's like the universe is against me. I'm pretty sure it's that time of the year again when I'm like a magnet for different female dogs from all over the world. Those were the thoughts that ran through my head as I stared at the petite woman filing her nails on the other side of my office. She laid back in her seat with her legs crossed on her small desk (the height of indecency), hungrily chewing on bubblegum like a starved human being. I watched as she blew a bubble till it popped with a loud smack all over her glossed lips. The woman glanced at me, before proceeding to use her fingers to peel the gum on her lips, not taking her eyes off me. "Okay." I slammed my palms on my desk, rising to my feet. I caught the distant sound of a pen hitting the marble floor. "Miss Ashby, I will not tolerate you creating a nuis
A/n: "if you're still with me and reading this story, thank you so much. That's all I have to say."That is what I initially planned to leave as this chapter's author's note. Then I realized it's a jerk move on my part to leave for a whole year and come back with literally no justification for my absence. I'm sorry.Even though I sincerely doubt that most of you will read this lengthy author's note, I'm sorry. Really.It's been one heck of a year, I'm not even going to lie. Last year/early this year was my final year of high school and it was very chaotic. With getting my life back on track, turning to schoolwork, and the likes, writing was one of the last things on my priority list. And I'm not saying that as an excuse because there were times this year when I could have opened up Goodnovel and word-vomited into the website through my fingers, but I didn't. I chose not to because my mind just wasn't there. I'm sorry for that. When I graduated a few months ago, August to be exact, I
A/n: if you're still with me and reading this story, thank you so much. That's all I have to say.Quick reminder: there's this guy at Trevelyan Enterprises, Eric. He's Ivan's sort-of right-hand man. He is closer to Ivan than any other staff at TE, except Isabelle, of course. And Susan, who is another one of Isabelle's co-workers, is his bae.Recap:"My second secretary," my lovely fake-husba- oops, boss, I meant- said. "Miss. Ashby is my second secretary. After you, of course."I can't remember what happened after but I was sure of one thing. I was sure of the colourful strings of curses that I invented that day.Oh yeah, I was sure of something else.That any level of understanding that had solidified between me and Ivan vanished like it never even existed.*
Mr. Trevelyan stared into my eyes in silence. I stared into his in silence. I stared into those eyes that had somehow managed to make their way into my dreams the night before. Exhibit A of madness: Dreams. He stared, narrowing his eyes. I stared, narrowing my eyes. In silence. Utter, pregnant silence. Silence that was so heavily pregnant it was about to go into labour. Someone
Who were these hosts? I continued to ask myself as I stared around. The shop was close to empty and the only customers were a few teenagers who looked like they were prepared to leave, and two men that sat hunched in the corner and seemed to be having a hot argument with quite a lot of gesticulations.Geoffrey took us to the back of the display counter towards a door. I nodded a greeting towards the woman who took his place behind the counter, and she returned a wide smile almost immediately, looking almost as giddy as her fellow coworker. I tore my eyes from her. Geoffrey led us through the door into a bar that was way larger than the shop. A buff man, a bouncer, I think, was at the entrance of the door. He glanced at us and moved out of the way, tagging behind us.The bar was deserted but the club lights were still on. I could catch the different combinations of smells– citrus, wine, fizz; it was almost nauseating.
A member of the female species stared back at me in the vanity mirror. I recognized her. She was me and she had the most deadpan expression I had ever seen on her face. At that moment, my emotions were bipolar. I didn't know whether to be sad, angry, or anxious. I turned my upper body to the left and the right, taking a glimpse of the different angles of the outfit I had on.I was wearing a black tee with black cropped jeans with black boots that had gold zips accenting them and a long brown tweed blazer. My hair was tied back in a high ponytail with loose strands hanging down the sides of my face, framing my face.And I was in no way looking enthusiastic.My brain had already fully processed all that had happened in the past hour and after the conversation, I had had with Mr. Trevelyan, I figured there was no point arguing with an emotionless robot. At least that's what I thought.I could have easily had my way and slipped out of my clothes and gotten co
The human brain is amazing. It's funny how it works all day every day for twenty-four hours but stops only when we're taking a test, speaking to someone attractive, or receiving bad news. I swear my brain stopped processing thoughts for the next few minutes after the interview guy dropped the bombshell. Time whizzed past my head as the other lady, Megan, ushered me out of the conference room with a sour look on her face. I couldn't blame her, honestly. That was the effect Mr. Trevelyan had on people. The poor woman hadn't even met him yet and he was already ruining her mood. Mr. Trevelyan was not at the lobby of Topperstone Inc., like I had thought. He was lucky because, in that state of mind, I don't know what I would have done if I saw him.
"Kate! I really have no idea what I should wear for the interview. I'm just – " I sighed, exasperated as I looked into my wardrobe for the umpteenth time."You should just wear what you feel comfortable in, you know. Like ripped jeans and a tee," my roommate, Kate said sarcastically....
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