The world seemed to be moving in circles as the words hit me. My breath hung in my throat, taken by surprise by what I just heard. Gordon Inc? For a moment, I doubted if I had heard right. “No, I must be hearing things”. No this can’t be happening. Why Gordon Inc. of all places?The words seemed to be stuck in my throat as I gazed intently at the HR Rep, her smile still boldly across her face. I wanted to scream, to rant, to vent out the anger surging through me. I wanted to let her know that, what she just announced is no good news. That her message carries no joy for her to be smiling broadly like that. But the words refused to come out. She called out my name again when she realized the shock on my face. “Miss Muggins? Melissa?” “Yes ma’am” I responded, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is anything the matter? You don't look fine?”I gripped the sides of my pants tightly, before forcing the words out of my gut. “Can I request a change please?” I pleaded firmly, not minding
MELISSA’S POVMy chest raced in anger as I sat in the HR office. I'm not the type to easily offend others but that lady drove me to my limits. I feel she knew exactly what she was trying to achieve by pulling that stunt.My mind trailed back to her words, intensifying the anger brewing inside me. Not in a thousand years did I imagine Listowel to have done something like this. He has always been the cold reserved type. He doesn't intrude in places where he's not needed. So why? Why would he use his influence to get me assigned to his company? What is he trying to achieve? My thoughts got distracted when the rep called out my name.“Miss Muggins…. What do you mean by what you said earlier? That you wanted a change?”“I'm just not fit for the job” I responded firmly, irritation evident in my voice. I didn't care about formality anymore. I mean, if such a big company like M&M Legal Firms and a law firm as such, forgot their morals by assigning a recruit based on favoritism and not meri
MELISSA’S POVMorning came faster than I expected. I stood in front of Gordon Inc, lost in my thoughts as I stared at the towering glass building. I inhaled and slowly exhaled, embracing myself for the unknown. I know very well that as soon as I enter this building, there’s no going back. I had paced up and down my room this morning, thinking of the challenging task ahead. I had finally come to the conclusion that I was only here to work. There’s no way I will let my history with Listowel distract me.“I'm stronger than this,” I whispered under my breath as I made my way toward the entrance, clenching tightly my fist. Straightening up my shoulders, I confidently strode through the revolving doors, my grip on my bag tighter. The expensive smell of perfumes welcomed me as I stepped inside, the breathtaking interior too sleek to not notice. This wasn't the first time I stepped foot in Gordon Inc. I vividly remember when I happily made lunch and bring to Listowel, seven years ago. Si
My heart pounded heavily in my chest as my eyes trailed from the sleek black garavanti shoes upward, seriously hoping that I heard wrong. That the familiar voice I just heard was not the person I've anxiously been running away from. Hot sweat trickled down the back of my ears as my eyes met that of the person in front of the door. I stumbled back, my back hitting against the horizontal pole that separates the mirror from the insides. “Miss Mugins…” Jessica exclaimed as she rushed to hold me still, her voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?” she inquired I swallowed a chunk down my throat as I nodded in affirmation, slightly closing my eyes. . “I'm… I’m fine” I stuttered while holding my gaze on him. “Mr. Gordon…” Jessica called out, pulling her hands away from me to bow as he saw Listowel. “Sir, I thought you were in a meeting and I didn't want to distract you”. There was a loud silence. She quickly caught on and continued. “Sorry for the informal introduction but this is Miss
MELISSA’S POV“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, rolling my eyes as I turned back to shoot him a deadly glare. All this while, I have been trying to keep my cool. Despite the anger brewing inside me, I’ve been doing everything I could to refrain myself from lashing out at him.But he didn't seem to notice, he didn't seem to realize how annoying and irritating his actions towards me were. I mean, why the sudden possessiveness? Why does he think he has the right to keep me by his side? Wasn't he the same person who disposed of me like a worthless tissue, just so he could reunite with his lover? I stared at him sharply with disgust, as if he wasn't the very person I once would have sacrificed everything to see. The corner of his lips jerked mockingly, showing off how amused he was by my little retaliation. In a tone that sounded more of a threat than a mere inquiry, he asked,“You work under me now, don’t you?” “You might be the CEO or whatever but I don't work under you” I s
LISTOWEL’S POVWaiting for her to start working at Gordon Inc. felt like an eternity. The director of M&M had called to tell me about her objection to working at my company. I could only convince them to stand by their decision till she gave in. I know this is selfish of me but that's the only way I would get close to her again. Judging from how hard she pushed me away the other day, during the legal hour conference, I could tell she wanted nothing to do with me. But no, I wasn’t going to allow that. I almost jumped around like a child in excitement when I was informed she had finally to work at my company. Earlier this morning, I had come to work early. I wanted to make sure everything was in place and that everyone was doing their jobs. I went round to inspect my staff. I want her to be working in an environment conducive enough for her to seldom think of quitting or resigning. As I strolled to the hundreds of employees on each of the 52 floors, I couldn't help but smile at how
A gentle voice echoed through the parking lot, causing Gloria, Collins, and Maxwell to turn their heads toward its direction. A lady in an official dress approached us from the other end. It was Jessica, the receptionist from earlier. “Yes, yes, I almost forgot, what do you think about it, Miss Muggins?” Yaw asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. They all turned to look at me, probably anticipating my response. Their eager gazes met mine and for some seconds, I couldn't think straight, but I was too tired and only wanted to go home and sleep. “Ouuu… I’m so sorry, can we make it tomorrow? I have some stuff to take care of at home,” I replied, avoiding their disappointed stares. “Alright, no problem, tomorrow it is then.” Maxwell, the only one who seemed aged and mature among us, responded. “Alright miss, have a nice evening then,” Gloria said.“See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow,” we all said to each other as we bid ourselves goodbye before dispersing to board our various ride
MELISSA’S POV Chrystal! What’s wrong?” I exclaimed, my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as my breath hung in the air, silently praying that she was okay. “Mummy, my tablet just broke!” she replied, whimpering. “Oh my God Crystal, did you have to scream like that? Mummy almost passed out of shock!” “I’m… I'm sorry mummy, it is. it’s… just that I love this tablet so much. It has lots of games on it and now it’s acting up”. “What happened? How did it break” I asked, a bit relieved that he “My juice just poured on it and the screen is acting up,” she explained. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, mummy will get you a new one tomorrow. Okay?” “Okay mummy…” Alright, now get a tissue and wipe the juice off the floor. You can do that right? “Yes mummy” she exclaimed in excitement. My baby girl is literally my whole world and buying her things she loves is the least of the things I will do for her sake. “I will get it repaired tomorrow for her tomorrow, don’t worry”
A wave of gasps erupted from the people around me as the liquid drenched my designer dress, turning the white fabric into red.My lips parted widely, my eyes closing shut as the wine dripped from my hair to my face and onto my dress. I froze. For a moment, I couldn’t move or utter a word.Was I just hallucinating or that dang old bat had poured the wine on me?I let out a slow breath, my fingers curling into a fist beside me as I stood properly. “What the hell do you think you’re—“ I yelled, but my statement died on my lips as her palm vehemently clashed against my cheek.My head snapped to the side, my hair flying everywhere as the sting spread through my face. My hands shot up to caress the area she had just slapped, glaring at her with deadly fury. Whispering, the onlookers started inching closer to the scene; their phones shot up in the air as they started recording. I raised my hand, intending to return the favor. These people were recording and I hate to be the one at the m
WENDY’S POV Tonight made it exactly a month since Listowel woke up in my bed. I had sent the photos to Melissa to get a reaction out of her. But to my surprise; she never reached out as I expected. I was even doubting she must have seen the photos until I witnessed Listowel being thrown out of her house by security two weeks ago. Only the heavens know how happy I was that day when I realised my plan had worked. Their so called lovely relationship had crumbled. I had this in mind and was in the process of planning my next move not knowing the blow that hanged in the air, waiting to be served. I was dining at the rooftop restaurant, when the articles of Listowel admitting that Melissa is the lady he’s been going out with circulated the internet. The people around had started murmuring among themselves so I had requested to change to a private dinning room. The music played softly in the background while the symphony of clinking glasses, people conversing over their foods an
MELISSA’S POV My phone buzzed with messages as my colleagues from work texted to inquire if I was really dating the famous ‘Listowel Gordon’. Who the fvck released these images and how the hell did the person get them? My mind raced with thoughts as mixed feelings wrestled to take over me. I couldn't really tell how I was feeling. I didn't know whether to be happy or pissed. Unlike before, people were admiring me now. They were somehow glad that we were a couple and wished that our relationship would prosper. Really? What changed? Why were they happy for us all of a sudden? Well, this and other thoughts swirled in my mind as I tried to connect the dots. The fact that the pictures that were trending were personal ones I took with Listowel baffled me. Unless maybe Listowel got hacked, I’m not sure he will release the photos like that without informing. Even though I wasn't getting immediate answers, I was glad this in some way had cleared rumors. For weeks now, I have
LISTOWEL’S POVI let out a long exhale as I read through the articles about Melissa and I. Surprisingly, all the comments we were receiving are all good and encouraging. Unlike the previous months, the people were complimenting our resilience to have kept our relationship going despite everything. The articles were spammed with people admiring Melissa’s beauty. Even though I didn't like the fact that they were comparing her to Wendy; I was happy either ways that she was getting the good recognition she deserved. With a smile on my face, I scrolled through each comment, liking each compliment. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed outside of my door. My brows knitted together as I wondered who could have been at the office at this time aside Kevin and I. Glancing at my wrist, I noticed it was a few minutes past eight. I was about signalling Kevin to go check who it was when the door flung open. The audacity! Who enters my office with such disrespect?! My eyes darted the doorway, as I p
LISTOWEL’S POV Listowel, do I look stupid to you?” Lisa’s voice jolted me back to reality, anger flashing across her face as she crossed her arms over. My lips parted, and I was about to tell her that she was the smartest person I've ever known and that I was the stupid one there. Because all this was my fault. I was stupid for failing to see the signs of Wendy’s plot when it was so obvious. I couldn't believe how stupid I was to have ignored the fact that, Webdy had seductively rubbed her shoulders against mine that evening. But before the words could part my lips, she grabbed her bag and stood. “You know what? I don't have time for your little games…” I reached for her hand but once again, she pulled away as though I was a plague. I wanted to follow her but stopped. I was going to give her some distance in the meantime. Now that a major part of the puzzle has been revealed, it will take me no more than a few days to find out the whole truth. ********** With a fo
LISTOWEL’S POV I have faced several challenges in my life, from impossible negotiations to dealing with rival businesses but none of them have taken a toll on me as the one that I have been currently battling. This one was the worst kind of battle. Why? Because I was fighting the one person I loved most. And it looks as if there wasn’t any chance of me winning. For the past few weeks, after the event that happened at Melissa all my attempts to get her to listen to me have proved futile. There have been days that I’ve tried to reach her by waiting at her doorstep, but I couldn’t anymore because she reported me to the landlord and now I’ve been banned from entering her residence till further notice. I tried to catch up with her at work but her goddamn boss, Giovanni has had security chase me away several times. Even though it was humiliating, I was willing to endure it all for her. I could have countered Giovanni’s actions by making my men oppose him but the fact
MELISSA’S POV It's been almost a month since I broke things up with Listowel. That jerk! After chasing me up for a few days, he gradually backed off. I guess he must have finally realized that I am no bvtch to be toyed with. But I must admit, the past few weeks have not been easy for me. Waking up every day to pretend as if I did not know or had anything to do with him has been heartbreaking. I try to convince myself that he's not worth my time and energy but deep within me, I've been hurting. On lonely nights, I cry my eyes out before I’m able to sleep. There have been days that I felt like calling to cry on him, to tell him how much he hurt me, to explain to him why I didn't deserve all that he did to me; but the fact that I had deleted his contact from my phone had saved me from embarrassing myself. Within the first two weeks, I was unable to concentrate at work; but Mr. Giovanni, already aware of the turmoil in my life, helped to keep me distracted from overthinking. H
GIOVANNI’S POV Seeing Melissa cry her heart out the other day in the office made me want to care for her more. I had offered to walk her to the garage because of the tear stains on her dress. I didn’t want her to attract unnecessary attention and questions from the other staff. At the garage, I was about to head back to the office after waving her goodbye when I suddenly heard a consistent click from the soles of heels behind me. Curious, I turned in the direction of the sound only to see Melissa rushing towards the other side of the garage. My eyes trailed to the direction she was heading and an unsettling feeling washed over me as soon as I recognized who it was. Listowel Gordon. The CEO of Gordon Constructions. Even though he might not know me, I know him very well. We’ve not gotten the chance to meet face to face yet but I’ve known him for a long time. He’s a smart business mogul whom most influential people in Aphrodite City admire. And I am no exception. When it
Melissa’s pov I froze for a second, my eyes scanning at his messy appearance. I couldn't really tell if my eyes were deceiving me or if Listowel had actually left his house to come to work dressed like that! His hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a decade. He looked ravished, his coat was crumpled, and his loose tie hung off his untucked shirt. What’s wrong with him? Why would he step out looking so unkempt like that? This was so unlike him. Without a second thought, I turned off the engine and ran in his direction. “Listowel? What’s wrong with you? Why would you come out looking like this?” I whispered, my hands hovering across his suit as I tried to straighten the crumpled lines. Scanning his whole outfit, I unconsciously reached for his tie and started fixing it up, buttoning up the shirt properly after which I tucked it inside his pants. Listowel stood still, he didn't move nor utter a word, it was only his gaze that followed my movements. I was abou