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
My eyes well up with tears of joy because I have been through so much all my life that I only have a little hope left.Getting a car gift for just a simple yet important position I snagged is like a sign from the heavens telling me, ‘Well done’ and to keep pushing.I turn to Christopher and offer him a bow. “Thank you, Mr. Moore, for the gift.”He nods and says as he hands the car key over to me, “Keep working hard.” I nod frantically and watch him leave, then my gaze shifts back to the tear-rubber-branded car that now belongs to me.Christopher said the paperwork was in the car, and I’m glad I came out with my driving licence which will enable me to drive my car back home.At least, I have a car that I didn’t have to struggle to save money to buy since Brenda is the only beloved daughter our parents got an expensive ride three years back.My eyes are filled with admiration as I run my fingers around the steering. The interior is everything and I can’t stop the tears running d
“Emily, you remember that I mentioned setting you up with my cousin, Chris?” Tessa asks, and I nod, holding back a nervous cough.A deep sigh escapes her lips as she leans back into her chair. “Unfortunately, I just learned that his marriage had been long arranged. I’m so sorry.”I quickly wave a dismissive hand, chuckling. “That’s fine. Although, while I don’t see myself ever getting married to my boss, I do appreciate your concern and support.”“What’s wrong with marrying your boss?” Tessa smirks. “If anything, I think office romance is the best kind of romance.”I lift my hands in surrender. “Alright, I think you have had more than enough to drink,” I say, wiping the corner of my lips with a napkin.“You are no fun,” Tessa eyes me and I’m happy she knows I do not want to continue in the direction of that conversation.I remember that I had a twenty-page portfolio to study and lift my gaze. “Do you want me to drop you off?”“No,” Tessa answers. “I came with my family’s chauff
The moment I storm into my bedroom, I find my phone and quickly send a text to Tessa.“Are you home now?”It doesn’t take three minutes for her to reach me through a video call on WhatsApp.“I just finished taking my bath. What’s up?” Tessa struggles to position her phone camera on herself while she smears some moisturiser on her face and dabs it into her skin.“Is there a way that I can successfully make myself sick so I’m unable to get out of bed this weekend?” I ask her.Immediately, her hands still and she refocuses her gaze on me. Squinting her eyes, she asks, “What is going on? What are you trying to avoid?”A deep sigh escapes my lips as I pace up and down my room.“My parents have scheduled the weekend to meet with Austin and his family; the old man they arranged for me to marry since Brenda stole my boyfriend??” I have to make sure Tessa understands the implications of that meeting and I think she does.“Emily, unfortunately, I’m not a doctor or a health practitione
Christopher’s POV.What could be worse than having your favourite tailored suit ruined a few hours before an important interview?I am livid with anger as I watch the older woman bow and apologize to me profusely after spilling hot chocolate on the right sleeve of my jacket.“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to...” She said, tears already welling up in her eyes as passer-by cast their glances at us.My gaze turns frosty when she attempts to rub the spot with her hand. I quickly take a step back. “Don’t touch me!” I warn, my gaze narrowing at her.The woman started another round of apology and I walked away and headed for the elevator.I don’t know why people wouldn’t watch where they are going or their backs before making abrupt turns.My mood is dampened with my suit for the HAWA interview ruined. I need a new set of clean suits to change into before the scheduled time arrives.As soon as I get to my office, Emily walks in with my daily cup of espresso.“Good morn—.”“I don’t
Emily’s POV.“I have a confession to make,” I announce, once I get Christopher’s attention.Christopher’s brows furrow in confusion with a hint of impatience in his eyes. I bet he just wants me to get on with my confession fast so he can leave.I slip my hand into my purse and dig for the flash drive and surprisingly, I don’t feel anything. Instantly, fear grips me.My eyes widen in shock as I quickly shift my attention to my purse, taking out the items in it; lipstick, hand cream, and powder. I feel Christopher’s gaze on me and wonder what he must be thinking about me now. “I’m sorry, but please give me a minute,” I quickly throw him an apology and continue to frantically dig around my purse.Out from the corner of my eyes, Christopher leans away from his seat and stands. “Emily, in a minute, I will be out of this office.”Finally, he can’t put up with me anymore. Invisible tears streak down my cheek with me thinking that my reputation has barely anything left of it.Christo
“What?” I exclaim before I can get a hold of my tongue.I’m wondering if it’s the same TRANSCORP where I hold the same position she just mentioned that she is talking about or another one. Barbara eyes me, a smirk appearing at the corner of her lips. She seems to think that she’s got me seeing how she loves my reaction.“Which Transcorp are you talking about?” I know I shouldn’t be holding this conversation with Barbara as I want nothing to do with her, but I just want clarity on this matter.“Are you dumb?” she eyes me. “How many Transcorp are there in this world? And in case you have memory loss, which one did you go for the interview?” My mouth hangs open for a minute and the next moment, a pearl of laughter bursts through me from the pit of my belly.The grin on Barbara’s face immediately disappears as she stares at me like I have lost my mind.“Hahaha...” Even her facial expression amuses me. I can’t help but continue laughing until I stagger towards a rack of clothes. I