I 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
"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.
"Uh, hi. I'm Isabelle. Isabelle Greene. I'm here for an interview?"She reached out to the paper cup on her desk and brought it to her lips, sipping what I guessed as coffee or tea. Her eyes examined me over the rim of the cup and I swear I saw her smirk. She brought the cup down and pursed her lips, turning to the computer beside her. "Oh," she drawled out, her pretty eyes, illuminated by the light that emanated from the computer screen, sliding to me, and her over-straight button nose jiggling unnaturally. "I thought you were the janitor's daughter or you just lost your way or some shit like that," she said almost lazily, infinitesimally arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow.I smiled sardonically. "Well, you thought wrong, then."Tomato Lady raised wrist to her f
"Honey, I'm home!" I announced to no one in particular the moment my feet stepped past the threshold of the apartment. I slid my feet out of my flats and walked into the sitting room. I found Kate laying spread-eagled on the couch, her long legs dangling from the side and her laptop perched on her folded legs while a talk show played on the TV. A can of soda and an open box with only three slices of pizza in it sat on the coffee table beside her. "You're back from work early?""Yeah." She glanced up and turned back to typing furiously on her laptop. "My dumb boss allowed everyone home early. So, how did the interview go?""Like utter shit," I said, somberly as I walked to the kitchen, sighing dramatically. I walked over to the sink and washed my hands. A loud beep came from the microwave, and I turned my head just in time to see a bowl -almost full to the brim- of macaroni an
I received different looks from everyone, as I was walking to Mr. Trevelyan's office: a couple of stares, a bunch of glares, a few sympathetic looks, and a whole lot of snickers."First day of work, and you're daydreaming at your point of duty." Even though, his voice was calm and steady, I almost winced. Almost. "You weren't hired to daydream."Unfortunately."I'm sorry..." I said instead and he raised a brow. "...sir.""Go to the coffee room and get me some coffee, in the next ten seconds," he ordered and I was surprised at how quickly his mood changed.And to say I was caught off guard would be an understatement.
He just said 'meeting' he didn't say like a dinner or anything," I said adding air quotes.I was having a video call with Kate, seeing as I didn't have an idea on what to wear. For the past hour, I hadn't come to a decision on the outfit to wear for the meeting.
During the meeting, the only thing I did was to nod and smile when necessary.After the meeting, lunch was provided. I ordered some Chinese rice and salad. Mr.Bossy's phone rang and he picked it."Trevelyan," he snapped. "Yes... It has been finalized... The contract is sealed... What? I'll get back to you." He hung up. "Ms. Greene, it's time to leave." He snapped at me and I flinched. "I'm sorry. There's an emergency. We have to leave," He said to the English."It's alright," Mr. Thompson said with his English accent.Mr. Trevelyan stood up abruptly and left the conference room and I followed suit, leaving my food behind. I contemplated snatching the food and gobbling it down, but
Okay, fast forward to the next day.I woke up with a jolt, disoriented. I realized I had fallen asleep on the couch with Kate. She was on the couch, arms and legs stretched out wide. I noticed a string of drool by the corner of her mouth. I shook my head and screwed my eyes shut for some seconds to clear my vision.I stood up groggily and walked to switch off the TV. I fetched my phone and checked the time. It was still 3 AM."Kate," I mumbled tapping on her leg."Jordan, give me my ham," she mumured, stirring a bit before falling back to sleep.I chuckled and went off to my room.*
I 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.