The warning from the person from HR was not just to spook her. It was dead serious.There was this buzz a while back about a big-shot project manager who, as his contract ticked down to its last seconds, was already plotting his next move to a rival company. However, when his old bosses caught wind of it, they dragged him to court and slapped him with every charge in the book—slacking off, doing nothing, and costing the company big bucks.It was a classic case of kicking a guy when he was down. The old company was out for blood, and they tangled him up in legal knots for two whole years. The court did not pin anything on the project manager in the end. However, the damage was done. His reputation was in the mud, and he was toast in the industry.Zara bit her lip. "I've got my eyes open."Post-dinner, they split up.In the ladies' room at the restaurant, Zara, tucked away in a stall, could not help but overhear two waitresses dishing dirt."See that chick hanging around Mr. We
The cab driver got it right.Yosef's ride pulled up to the hotel's entrance.The East Coast was smack in the middle of downtown. Yosef had no good reason to opt for a hotel room over his own place—unless the young secretary had other plans while he was out cold.Zara paid the driver, stepped out of the cab, and stood not far away. She watched as the young secretary propped Yosef up and guided him into the hotel.She was not sure if the secretary was trying to take advantage of Yosef or if she was up to something else. Either way, Zara was not about to stop tailing them.Blending in like any other guest, she shadowed them right up to their room door.Yosef was drunk to begin with, and after the car ride, he was a complete mess. He stumbled over his own feet and practically draped himself over the young secretary.He stood tall at over six feet, and he had a muscular physique. The secretary was struggling just to keep him upright, let alone close the door properly. She just nudged
Zara dodged swiftly, leaving Yosef kissing thin air. He was right on her heels, though—determined as ever.Zara's hand dove into her bag and clutched something.The next second…A cloud of stinging white mist burst forth, landing right on Yosef's face! In a flash, Yosef slammed his eyes shut and frantically got off Zara. He stumbled backward several steps.The next second, his eyes and throat felt like they were on fire, sending him into a fit of coughing."Zara!"Zara was not doing much better.As she had been too close, she got hit with the backlash. Luckily, she had braced herself. She had snapped her eyes shut and held her breath in time, sparing herself from breathing in too much of the mist.Coughing, she bolted up from the bed, dashed away from the smoky haze, and ran into the bathroom to rinse her mouth and eyes with water.That stuff was pepper spray.Zara always carried it in her bag when she went out, just in case. She just never thought she would end up using it
Zara approached his bed. "Mr. Webb, if you want me to stay and keep an eye on the drip, I'll be here."Yosef typed out a message on his phone and flashed the screen at her: [Feeling guilty now?]Whether it was guilt or fear of payback, it was just one night. She owed him one anyway, for that night she had passed out from cramps and he had kept vigil by her hospital bed.Zara dragged a chair over and took a seat. "It's getting late, Mr. Webb. Try to get some rest."Yosef's throat was killing him, and swallowing was torture. Needless to say, he would not be able to sleep tonight.He typed another message: [You were in contact with someone from Chavez Capital tonight?]She was spotted at the restaurant? Zara's heart did a little flip-flop.Yosef settled back against his pillow.The ward was dead quiet, the wee hours of the morning casting a hush over everything. They had been in too much of a rush when they came to sort out a private room, so Yosef was admitted into a general ward
Yosef had just finished his shower and was in front of the full-length mirror. He was slipping into his shirt, taking his time with each button.His phone lay forgotten on a dresser. Zara did not need to see him to know what was happening. The familiar sound of his crisp shirt rustling was enough.That was the thing about knowing someone too well.Even if Zara could not see him, her brain could fill in the blanks. He always wore black—black shirt, black pants—that made him look even taller and more imposing. At the same time, it made him more distant. After fastening his buttons, he would tilt his head up and neaten his collar. His jawline was as defined as the edge of his collar. His tie would be perfectly knotted in a classic Windsor, just like one would expect from the Webb family heir.He would even select a watch from his fancy watch winder... Hold up!Zara shut her eyes, a frown creasing her forehead.He was all over her memories, his face always appearing when she least
What Yosef meant was...Zara's hands were firm on the wheel as she stole a glance in the rearview mirror. "Is that young secretary really working for Mr. Chapman?"Yosef had a rough night, and it showed. His eyes were half-closed, making him look both aloof and icy."Spy games aren't exactly high-class, but they played the beauty card pretty well."They played it right into his hands. Whoever it was knew about the friction between Yosef and his dad over Beatrice. They sent the young secretary as the perfect distraction.She had that Beatrice vibe, and Yosef was clearly smitten, even willing to bend a little for her.He was completely smitten. Since the boss had made his call, she would follow through."I'll handle it," she said, keeping it professional.Yosef gave her a brief look, then shut his eyes. He was done with the conversation.When they arrived for the meeting, another secretary was already there with the team, and among them was the young secretary.The young secr
Zara leaped to her feet, pulling the young secretary behind her for protection."Mr. Chapman, assault is illegal. You should be 'thanking' her for switching sides. Otherwise, getting caught for planting a corporate spy is a crime too. And what good is all your money if you can't spend it behind bars?"Her words were met with silence.Finally, Mr. Chapman clenched his teeth in anger and signed the contract. As he left, he shot a venomous look at the young secretary. "This isn't over," he promised with a glare.The young secretary, clutching her reddened cheek, stumbled over to Yosef. Tears were streaming down her face. "Mr. Webb..."She was the unsung hero of this victory, and she had the slap to prove it.In a way, she had taken that slap for Yosef.Zara sensed that Yosef would want to offer some real comfort now, so she motioned for everyone else to clear out of the room. The two would be given a moment alone. They were all hanging out by the restaurant's exit when Zara's coll
A moment later, Zara stepped out of the CEO's office. The door clicked shut behind her.The other secretaries caught the weird look on her face and could not resist asking, "Zara, what's up? Did Mr. Webb give you an earful?""No, that's not it.""Then what's with the face?"Zara mumbled to herself, "I'm just wondering, with graduation season over, where am I supposed to find a college graduate..."It was not just any college graduate Yosef was after. He wanted someone with that fresh-out-of-college innocence and a touch of cluelessness. He wanted someone who would grow reliant on him.The main thing was that she had to be down for a little more than just office work, which was not something a job vacancy notice was going to fix.Zara was stumped by the tricky task in front of her. She chewed on her pencil at her desk for what felt like ages before deciding she could benefit from a change of scenery. With that, she headed to Starville University for some inspiration.As luck wou