My Redemption with Mr. Tycoon

Shame overwhelms me as two men in black and a white earpiece connected to their left ear grab each of my arms and drag me away the minute my palm connects to Oliver’s cheek. Between the feeling of betrayal and disgrace, I don’t know which one is stronger as I scream at Oliver and kick my feet with all my might as I am taken away like a criminal at my own boyfriend’s engagement party to my adopted sister.Pain claws at my heart as hot tears stream down my blush-patted cheeks. I don’t think I will be getting over this treachery any time soon, especially watching Brenda lean her frail body on Oliver while directing a victorious smirk my way. I am helpless as I get kicked out of the hall and the double tall wooden doors shut in my face with pairs of wandering eyes from the passer-byes in the corridor on me. I need a drink before I kill someone and end up in jail so I flag down a cab outside. After a restless long ride of fifteen minutes, the driver pulls over in front of the exclu

‘Oh. Good. Lord!’ I cry in my head. I can literally feel everything inside of me screaming to duck or maybe open the elevator doors and run away, especially when he gives me a stare. If not anything, he looks taken aback by my reaction, and that’s when I recall my mouth is open. I close it before it can swallow a fly. The man standing before me is tall, has broad shoulders, a clean-shaven beard. His hair is sleeked backwards in a Pompadour style and he’s dressed in an expensive grey suit. I know I shouldn’t be paying so much attention to him, but he is hunky and exudes a powerful aura. I can’t believe he is the same man I slept with last night. Although he screams all shades of perfect, I am upset I gave my first time to a total stranger when I wasn't even ready for it. But most importantly, I wonder what he’s doing here at TRANSCORP. He looks away from me and fixes his gaze on the door as he shoves his hands inside his pants pockets. Clearly, he doesn’t recognize me oth

My worst fears don’t come true when Christopher Moore looks away from me. I release a deep breath I don’t know I’ve been holding. It will be terrible if he recognizes me.I am currently having a big battle with my mind on whether to go ahead with the interview for the position or not.It doesn’t feel normal to closely work with a man I had casual sex with. Everything screams awkward in my ears, but my current financial situation keeps fighting back.“Can we start the interview now?” He says to Stella who quickly agrees and introduces him to us.“…The interview lasts five minutes for each person. As soon as you hear your name from the speaker, please make your way into the room across. Thank you.”Stella and Mr. Moore head out first, leaving us to ourselves. Before Babara can turn to me, I stand up and move my chair to the end of the room until several minutes later.I’m the last person to enter the room across and when I do, Stella asks me to take my seat which I do.The inte

Emily's POV I didn’t think Barbara would be waiting outside the building for me because as soon as I step out, she rushes towards me. She just doesn’t know when to give up. “I saw the smirk you gave me earlier. Don’t rejoice so soon because I will definitely get this position and stomp all over your face!” Barbara says, stopping in front of me as she glances me up and down. “You lost your boyfriend to your adopted sister. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to lose this position as well. You know, celebrating double losses would be perfect instead of one.” For the records, Barbara is talking about the look I gave her after Mr. Moore crushed her confidence. I didn’t even know she saw it. Also, I had no idea she knew what happened to me at that party yet presented the situation to Mr. Moore like I was caught fighting Brenda for her man. At this point, I’m not even thinking for myself. Anyone but Barbara can secure the position of Personal Assistant to the CEO of Transcorp. I know

I can’t keep myself in check after Brenda left and the servants checked on my foot. I want nothing more than to leave this house. My mental health is at stake, I need to escape. And this is the moment where I should be pacing up and down the room to relieve my pent-up frustration but instead, I’m sitting on the bed biting my lower lips as a result of my swollen ankle. Thankfully I didn’t twist my ankle like I was expecting. It was only a strain on the nerves that should be fine after ice therapy, rest and compression. A thought drops in my heart. I remember I have a best friend and feel an urgent need to contact her before I lose the last shred of my resolve. She is usually busy, so I decide to leave her a text. “Heh, Tessa! Do you have time to spare tomorrow? Can we meet?” To my utter surprise, she texts back two minutes later. “I’m here for you, Babe. We can do brunch tomorrow. Where do you want us to meet? Hope everything is fine at your end?” Her quick respo