The morning sun trickles into the spacious office, casting a warm glow over the mahogany bookshelves and plush leather chairs. I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the faint aroma of old books. I stand beside Nico as Liam introduces us to the business managers. “Please welcome Nico and Cassie as they take care of the remodeling of our current business model,” Liam says with a smile. “They are ready to dive in and make some much-needed changes,” he adds while gesturing for everyone to take a seat. I share an excited glance with Liam before addressing the employees, “Nico and I have already drafted proposals on how to improve things and help the business thrive,” I say. “All we need is to polish it before the implementation, something that we will be working with you. Suggestions will be welcome,” Nico adds. “Excellent,” Liam comments, his gaze meeting mine. As we settle into our chairs, I can’t help but marvel at how far our relationship had come since
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I compile the documents. The office is silent, except for the soft tapping of keys and the occasional rustle of papers. “Done,” I breathe, hitting the send button. It’s another productive day. “I guess my dear wife is done,” he says, sitting on the couch and finishing up some of his work. “Let’s take our dinner?” I ask. “Let’s do that.” He kisses my cheeks and whispers, “So that later, you can allow me to devour you.” I hit his arms, and he laughs. “Liam!” I hiss. “You are annoyed and yet you are blushing.” I look around. Thankfully, the employees are busy. “Where’s Nico, anyway? Is he done with his meetings?” I ask, changing the topic. As if on a trigger, Nico strides in, his posture exuding confidence and charm. He also looks good, which is a good thing because he has become the face of the company. Most importantly, he has already started revitalizing the brand. “Hey guys, just wanted to check in before I head out to another meeting–las
The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the town. I stand with Liam on the balcony of our rented beach house, taking in the breathtaking view as I bask in the warmth of his embrace. “Have you thought about the name of our child?” he asks. “Not yet,” I say, leaning my head on his shoulders. With each passing day, our relationship is just getting stronger. It feels wonderful. I feel like I am at an all-time high in my life. And I wonder when this will all end. “Did I ever tell you about my father?” Liam asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us. I shake my head, curious about where this sudden change in conversation is headed. “No, you haven’t. What was he like?” He squeezes my body and buries his face in my hair. Afterward, he whispers, “He was a hardworking man, dedicated to his family and the businesses. But he was also incredibly stubborn and resistant to change. Every time things go downhill, he refuses to adapt, insist
My gaze drifts over the delicately arranged furniture in the nursery, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the crib’s wooden frame. I inhale deeply, the soft scent of lavender and freshly laundered baby clothes filling my lungs. I look over at both Lukas and Alinn, a proud look on their faces. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Alinn asks. “Our very best is not so bad, ain’t it?” Lukas adds. I smile, feeling warmth spreading over my body. “Rest assured, you two,” I start. “This surprise is very nice.” Hearing my approval, Liam gently places his hand on my shoulder, warm and steady. “Hmmm, everything’s coming together beautifully,” he remarks. “I also need to thank you for this,” I say, leaning into his touch. “This is the initial design,” Alinn says and reaches for my hand. “But if you want to change something else, feel free to tell us.” I squeeze her hand in response. I guess her friendship with Lukas is doing good for both of them. “I don’t think I still have something I want
The next day, my phone lit up with Asta’s name on the caller ID. I answer it in an instant. “It’s happening!” Her words tumble out of her mouth in a rush of excitement. “My manager approved my collaboration with Champion Music!” “Oh! That’s really amazing to hear, Asta.” “Can we meet with Director Liam the soonest? To discuss the contract details?” I nod along with her enthusiasm, even if she can’t see it. “Yes, that sounds really good. When can we set something up?” “As soon as possible!” she exclaims. I laugh, and she giggles in response. “You sound excited.” “I am!” “Let me just call my husband, prepare the contract and let’s see if we can send the initial contract to you by tomorrow. Will that be okay?” Asta’s reply is quick, “Yes, perfect. Thank you so much for your help. I’m really grateful.” After hanging up the phone, I can’t help but feel a flutter in my heart. Working with Asta will be a great first step. I can’t wait for this to be official. And so, smiling all thr
My fingers dance over the sleek surface of my phone. My focus is razor-sharp as I pour over profiles of potential new artists. I am in Liam’s office — the walls are covered with posters of Champion’s successful musicians. The door opens. Liam strolls in and walks directly towards me. He places a kiss on my cheeks and asks, “How’s everything? You okay? Not feeling overworked?” I smile at him, touching his cheeks gently. “I am very much okay, Liam,” I answer and place a quick kiss on his lips. He beams. “It’s getting late now and my meeting is done. Want to head home? Lukas might be waiting for us.” I grin. “Before that, I’d like to say that we signed another artist earlier,” I announce with delight. “Really?” he says, his face lighting up at the news. “Who is it?” “Jake.” “The balladeer?” he asks and when I nod, “Amazing work, Cassie! I don’t know what you do that persuades all these hidden gems to sign with us!” “I guess it’s the reputation of Champion Music.” “I don’t think t
I watch as the ten singers perform on stage. Their voices are a delight to hear. The audience is enthralled — their eyes glued to the performers. There is a kind of energy in the entire arena as each of the singers delivers a powerful performance. And it is a tangible sign of their success–our success. “That’s impactful, alright,” Liam whispers in my ear. He is sitting beside me on one of the VIP seats. “They are all amazing performers.” “They are,” I whisper back. “They all prepared really hard for this.” Liam reaches for my hand and squeezes them. “Seriously, my dear wife, why don’t you take at least some credit for this.” I grin at him. “The brilliant showcase is because of their hard work,” I insist. Yet, I can’t stop feeling proud and satisfied. “Besides, it feels incredible to work on this.” “Indeed,” he agrees. This time, he intertwines his fingers to mine, as if it’s natural, as if our hands belong to each other. “I can’t wait to see more of you.” “I told you—” “That it’
I shift my weight on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position, but somehow, nothing feels right. “Are you okay?” Liam asks. His voice is soft and his eyes are fixed on my protruding belly. “I am fine,” I assure him. “Besides, I think I am having an easy pregnancy compared to all the women I know.” “Still, if there’s anything I can help, just tell me, okay?” he says, gently touching my belly and tracing circles around it. I grin at him. “I really am okay, Liam.” He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. “Okay.” “And what about you? You must be worried about your tabloid appearance,” I ask, referring to a piece of news saying that the CEO of Champion Music is with an ordinary woman who happens to be his wife. “Why would I worry about that? At least the entire world knows that I am with you. They did me a favor.” “But I’m the one seen with you.” He frowns. “And?” I frown back. Can’t he really understand the situation he’s in? “Liam, I am no one. As the news sai