I wasn’t expecting Christopher to reach his hand out for a handshake but instinctively, I accepted it and got reminded of the streak of warmth his hand was capable of leaving just like that passionate night.I watch as he walks past me and rounds his desk to sit behind it. As soon as he sees the cup of espresso sitting on his desk, he picks it up and takes a sip before putting it back on the saucer.Fixing his gaze on Stella, he asks, “Stella, what’s my schedule for today?” Immediately, she makes quick swipes on the tablet screen in her arm before reading out his itinerary for the day.“You have a meeting with the Board of Directors by 10 AM. Your visit to the car factory is scheduled for 1 PM. And that’s all for today.”Christopher rubs his stubble with his index finger and doesn’t take his eyes off her. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment as silence ensued. The next moment, he makes an adjustment to his schedule.“Move the trip for the factory to 3 PM and make a re
Shortly after arriving at Green Gardens and sitting around our reserved table, I learn that Christopher prefers and frequents it for personal meetings. It was no wonder he met with his home interior decorator the other day.The waiters put each menu in front of us and I’m the last to pick mine. Unlike Christian who orders more proteins, because he is probably trying to build more muscles, Stella orders a big bowl of salad, fruits, tomato sauce pasta, smoked salmon and water. I doubt I will have any space left on the table for my order.Stella seems more relaxed and I don’t know if it’s because she is too pregnant to care. Whichever one it is, I bury my head in the menu and mind my business.“Emily,” Christopher suddenly calls for me. “Have you learned from Stella how to make reservations and get a table for me even when there is none available?”I almost think he is joking with me but when I see one or two lines on his forehead, I clear my throat and quickly answer him, “I’m sti
The Heavens must be smiling at me because I can’t seem to stop thinking about ‘my car’ even as my cab pulls up outside my gated house.But my joy is short-lived when I run into Brenda at the door. Immediately, the smile on my face completely disappears. I wonder which of her stupid tricks she thinks she can succeed with today.Brenda is all glamoured up with a look of excitement on her face and she smells like rose oil. She must have used an entire bottle for a bath. “Where have you been all day dressed like that?” She asks as her eyes roam about me. “Have you been job-hunting?”I put one hand on my waist and peer at her with slightly furrowed brows. “Do I need to start reporting my activities to you now?” “I was just trying to help,” she shrugs.‘Trying to help???’ I scoff and almost roll my eyes at her. “Will you get out of my way or would you prefer that I push you away for real this time?” I’m not joking when I say that. If she can accuse me of something I didn’t do and
Brenda cries that she is at fault while stopping Mum from chasing after me. I sneer and walk straight without whipping my head back until I get to my bedroom. And I shut the door with a bang. So much anger is swelling in my heart by the time I sink my bum into the chair in front of my dresser. “Emily, you are special and deserving! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!” I scream in front of my mirror and feel a tad bit better after. My joy currently lies in the fact that I have secured my dream job and there will be nothing stopping me. Maybe I should ask Stella about the possibility of getting an apartment rent-free from TRANSCORP? I think to myself. But the possibility of Christopher one day finding out about the one-night stand and sacking me from my job bothers me because then, he will take back every single penny the company gave to me, including the car and the apartment I want. When that happens, I will be homeless and left to return to this house with no oth
“What did you just say?! I dare you to repeat it!” With hands on my waist and a flaring nose, I am now standing right in front of Oliver not minding the presence of both of our families.Oliver backs away with a mix of fear and surprise in his eyes. I bet he wasn’t expecting that I would overhear him and almost launch an attack on him. “Oh, my goodness, Emily!” Mum shouts from somewhere behind me and I don’t give a fuck about her thoughts or anyone else’s. Everyone in this room is my enemy.“What happened to your own kidney?” I ask as I am ready to tear him down with my gritted teeth.Oliver blinks, unsure of how to word his response. “I-I Haven’t run the required tests yet, besides, I’m not – I-I Don’t think that I will make a better match,” he stutters.“Then does that give you the right to demand that I should give a part of my body to anyone when you can’t even make an effort for the same sacrifice? Who the hell do you think you are?!!!” I scream, my voice loud enough like
My alarm jerks me awake at 6 AM and I have to fight through with the sleep in my eyes to get off the bed and go to the bathroom to get ready. The thought of Christopher Moore soon finding out about our intimate night at the club kept me awake most of last night. I need to keep evidence for that day at the nightclub to prove my innocence. At least, he needs to know it was a big misunderstanding just in case he would want to blame and fire me for it.I stayed awake trying to hack into the servers of Exclusive XX Club, and it took quite some time before I was able to gain access. It seems I am a little rusty since it’s been over ten years since I last practised. Hacking is one of the skills the old master who raised me in the village after I escaped from my kidnappers taught me. Although I’m not professionally trained, I believe there is no information I cannot lay my hands on if I put my mind to it. The only thing it might take is time.Unfortunately for me, I didn’t find the fi
Stella turns her head in my direction and squints her eyes. “They do, but only to their executive staff.”I grin inwardly and ask again, carefully, “Does the executive personal assistant to the CEO count as an executive staff?” Stella doesn’t reply at first, instead, she eyes me like she’s trying to gauge my motive for that question.“Yes. But why do you ask?”I rub my hands together under my desk in excitement while trying not to look the part. “I am thinking of moving out of my family’s home soon. So, I was thinking that if Transcorp could offer me a place, I wouldn’t need to make further expenses on rent.”“Remind me as soon as your trial period ends. I will help you inquire if you qualify,” Stella says to me before shifting her gaze to the digital clock on her table. I guess it’s time to work.“Mr. Moore will be here any time soon. It’s time to make his espresso,” she alerts me. I glance at the clock and take note of the time so she doesn’t have to remind me about it ne
Stella walks in as I put the phone down. “I should have just come up here to use the restroom here,” she sighs as she sits behind her desk before lifting her gaze. “Who was that on the phone?”“Front desk,” I reply. “A media station reached out, wanting to interview Mr. Moore.”“Which Media house?” “HAWA media.”Something flickers in Stella’s eyes as she leans out of her seat. “And what was your response?”“I told them Mr. Moore wouldn’t be accepting any interviews currently because of his packed schedule.”Stella gasps and shoots out from her seat, her eyes widening in their sockets and immediately, I continue, speaking a beat faster, “And that we will contact them as soon as he gets some time off.”Stella sinks back into her seat and stares at me like she has just returned from the land of the dead.“Did I do something wrong?” I ask her.She waves her hand. “HAWA is a big media house recognized internationally, and Mr. Moore has been looking forward to an interview with
“What’s funny?” Christopher asked in genuine confusion as he met my gaze, but I quickly shook my head, refusing to answer that question. “Nothing,” I smiled at him. “I shall return to my desk. Have a good day, Mr. Moore, and see you at your lunch.” As soon as I made my statement clear, I opened the door and walked out, shutting it with a soft thud. Then it took me a few moments to recover and adjust my emotions before making my way back to my office. Stella was eagerly waiting for my return which was evident from the way she leaned out of her table as soon as she saw me walk back in. “What is Mr. Moore’s excuse this time around?” she inquired with her gaze on me and I told her the exact reason Christopher gave to me. “Oh…” Stella drawled. She had a mixed expression at the news. While she was happy that Barbara wasn’t promoted because she was deserving of that position, she was still a bit dissatisfied with her. Just like me, she must be wondering if there wasn’t any other w
“I just stepped into the office this morning and learned the worst news in recent times since I started work at Transcorp,” Stella started, turning her full attention to me. And I can tell by the way her jaw flexed that she was trying hard to control her emotions. I pretended not to have any idea of what she was talking about just to be on the safer side and probed, “What bad news did you hear?” “Barbara Collins was promoted and moved from the secretary’s desk to the Management department. Didn’t you hear about it when you clocked in this morning?” Stella inquired, narrowing her eyes. I could tell she was just mad at the situation, and not at me, so there wasn’t any need for me to lie to her, especially when she was being so honest with me. “I heard about it,” I admitted as my shoulders naturally slumped. I’ve been tensed all morning since finding out the news, and I still felt that Christopher owed me some answers. “And you have no idea why she was given a promotion she didn
Emily’s POV. As the warm water from the shower splashes on my head and pours down my body, I can’t help but think about Christopher and what he was doing now. We didn’t have much time to ourselves at work today and standing under the shower only made me miss him more. Thoughts of Christopher occupied my mind until I turned off the shower and stepped back into my bedroom dressed in my pyjamas. And in my bid to quickly check my phone to see if there has been any text from him yet, I discovered that one of my bags which I returned from work with, was missing. My brows creased in worry as I began to think of the place where I must have left it because I am quite sure that I took both bags with me while leaving my office. “Did I leave it my car or...?” My thoughts immediately come to a halt when I finally remembered the last possible place where I might have left it. Almost immediately, anger consumed me as I opened my door and stormed out of my bedroom. I can’t imagine that I w
“Honey, you should know my sister doesn’t care about how long she has known this Christopher before deciding to marry him,” I said to Oliver, my tone dripping with honey. “So, she only cares about taking revenge on me?” Oliver asked, meeting my gaze with a scowl sitting on his face. He looked very displeased as if Emily didn’t have any right to do as she pleased with her life. I smirked to myself and slowly nodded in response, as innocence contoured my face. I have to sow more discord why pretending to be oblivious to them. “I believe that’s what she is thinking about. Also, like I said, this Christopher Moore is from the famous prominent Moore family. Emily will definitely pick him as her partner as along as she feels he’s better than you.” As I made that striking statement of indirectly calling Oliver inferior, I laughed inwardly as I watched him gnash his teeth from the corner of my eyes. But then, I had to go into another coughing fit as my expression grew weary. Almost i
Brenda’s POV.I have been sitting in my bedroom, impatiently waiting for Oliver to come find me since I heard of his arrival, but I have no idea of what has been keeping him downstairs. If I didn’t have to pretend to be totally helpless, I would have already found my way to the living room long ago. But as if Oliver could sense my displeasure, he knocked softly on my door and came in when I weakly approved. “Babe,” Oliver called me softly as he quickly rushed over to my side with concern laced in his brows. “How are you?” My eyes turned teary as I attempted to sit up on the bed, but he quickly assisted me saying, “You don’t have to struggle to do this while I’m here,” While I enjoy this, I can’t help but actually hope that his mind is still divided. It would be futile for him not to be concerned about Emily and her impending wedding after my efforts last night. I won’t even let it happen.“I have been waiting for your visit. What took you so long?” I asked weakly, allowing m
Emily’s POV.Work was a lot tasking today. I felt so exhausted that I could use a full body massage to relax my tensed nerves. But this is something only a phone call from Christopher would have solved. Sadly, he is pretty occupied today.As soon as I finished the last document I had to review for the day, I shut my computer and left the company, expecting to get home and get some rest only for me return home and see Oliver and his parents sitting in the living room chatting with Mum and Dad.Honestly, I had no idea the Jones’ would be in our house today even though Mrs. Jones had phoned Mum last night. Although I had heard Mum’s happy voice from the door as I walked a minute ago, it never occured to me that there were only a handful of people she invited home and had this kind of reaction with while chatting, and that the Jones should be the more appropriate family.My stomach churned, especially at the sight of Oliver. I don’t know why he still affected me so badly even though
Barbara was a bit uncomfortable with my out-of-the-blue question. Her lashes fluttered lightly as she looked towards her father for help, but he either didn’t see her since he wasn’t looking her way, or he pretended not to have seen her subtle gesture.Whichever one it was, I am still waiting for Barbara’s response because I won’t let her get away with this. Her actions are annoying and the sight of her is irritating.Seeing that she couldn’t get away with my interrogation she smiled sheepishly and returned her gaze back to me.“I took a half-day off from work today.”“Why?” I probed, leaning out of my seat with all manner of curiosity as a deafening silence hit the room. And I’m glad that everyone apart from Barbara knew better but to be silent.Barbara looked anywhere but at me as she answered my question. “I wasn’t feeling too well, but I’m all good now.”A scoff escaped my lips before I could gauge my reaction. Nothing infuriated me more than this woman’s nonchalance at my
THURSDAY. Christopher’s POV. Thursday was a busy day for me and I barely had the time to check on Emily. But to make up for it, I invited her to have lunch with me during lunch break. Emily looked a bit stunned by the offer as she set my food down. “I have my lunch already. Also, while it’s true that Stella won’t say anything since she knows we are together, we can’t disrupt the work ethic” Emily said to me with slightly furrowed brows. If this had been any other day, I would have let her escape unfortunately for her, I’m not in that mood, so I pinned my gaze to her and ask, “Are you sure you don’t want to have lunch with me, and would prefer eating with others?” I asked her that question, I rubbed my jaw subtly with my fingers and licked my lower lips without doing as much as blinking. How could Emily resist this temptation? I am not always proud, but some special occasions calls for it, like today. Emily let out a deep sigh and plopped herself on the couch.
Emily’s POV. “I see that you are happy and satisfied with your best friend,” Christopher said with his gaze on me as he crossed his leg over the other while sitting on a chair as Tessa and I walked into the room and shut the door. From the shameless attitude he displayed back in the dining room, I thought that I would see him on my bed by now, but it turned out that he could be a gentleman when he wanted. “Of course, she’s always proud of me,” Tessa jumped in before words could form in my mouth. “Are you jealous that you don’t have any good friend like they way we do?” “Who said I don’t have good friends? What do you take me for?” Christopher retorted. Meanwhile, Tessa pretended to think for a moment before saying, “Oh... I remember now. All your friends are living abroad, so you are back here alone and lonely.” Tessa wriggled her eyebrows playfully after finishing her remark and I bet she’s very proud of herself while Christopher remained unaffected with her teasing until th