(Jonathan's POV)As the meeting with the heads of departments came to a close, I wasted no time in turning my attention to the pile of documents that required my review. The clock was ticking, and I knew that every minute was precious.With a sigh, I settled into my chair and began to work my way through the stack. My mind whirred as I processed the data and assessed each situation. Some of the reports were promising and exciting for our expansion, others less so, but I knew that each one deserved my full attention, so I carefully went through them all. "Finally," I uttered softly as I scrawled my signature across the final sheet and closed its file.I reached for my phone and dialed my assistant."Elizabeth," I said as she answered, my voice even and authoritative. "I've finished with the documents. Please make sure they're filed away appropriately and communicated to the relevant parties.""Okay sir," she answered, nodding her head slightly. "Would that be all sir? Any further i
Bryan's POVI stormed out of the country club, my face burning with anger.I couldn't believe that my grandfather had blocked my card, leaving me humiliated in front of my friends.How dare he do this to me? Doesn't he know who I am? Doesn't he know that I'm the only legacy he has left? I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching as I marched down the lighted city streets to go flag a cab down.I was done playing nice. If my grandfather wanted a war, he was going to get one.I didn't care if it meant burning everything he own to the ground.As I strode through the streets, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge."Good day sir," the cab driver greeted. "Where are we going?" Still enraged, I angrily told the driver my destination as I entered the cab. I stewed in the backseat of the private cab, my anger still simmering like a pot on the verge of boiling over.My phone buzzed for the fifth time, the persistent ringing only serving to heighten my irritation. With a growl, I snatched it up
Bryan's POV"You better stop being a spoiled child, throwing tantrums because you didn't get your way." My grandfather's voice thundered across the room. "Grow up! Bryan."I roared, my fury reaching a fever pitch as I spun to face him once more, ready to strike."You are just a bitter old man, looking for where you can exercise your power." I snarled, spitting out venom. "You are despicable and…!"In a flash, before I could complete my words, Jonathan's hand shot out, landing heavily on my face. I gasped for breath, the force like a vise, almost sending me to the ground. Firing a last glance at Jonathan, whose eyes burned with a rage to match my own, I stormed out of the apartment. "How dare he do that?" I blurted as I stormed down the stairs, my rage a palpable force that sprang forth from my inside wrapping every fiber of my being."Pathetic old man," I muttered, cursing beneath my breath, the words bitter on my tongue. "I'll show him what happens when you cross me."With each st
Emelda’s POV"Be strong," he whispered, his voice a soft whisper of wind. "You are strong. You are brave."I leaned into his touch in as much as I don't want to be strong, the safety and comfort of his presence was a balm to my soul.As his fingers continued to stroke my hair, the chaotic swirl of my emotions began to quiet, I felt peace. "You can do anything," he continued, his voice soothing and gentle. "You're stronger than you know."I nodded, his words sinking deep into my consciousness, planting seeds of strength and resilience within me."Always know that I'm proud of you," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Always remember that.” he said once more as his touch on my hair faded gently until I couldn't feel it anymore.“Father!” I whispered inaudibly, barely hearing my own voice as a snapped my eyes open.I was met by a handsome face, our bodies so close I could feel the rise and fall of his breath against my own,his eyes dark with desire, his breath heavy with the
Emelda's POV“Get off!” I squealed, pushing Bryan off my body with all the strength in me. I wasn't able to take it any more. Even though, deep down my body wanted his but, I wouldn't want my first time to be in this manner. I wanted it to be a blissful experience, one where I would give myself wholly and my partner would do the same without being under the influence of alcohol or anything. As I stared at Bryan who was now on the floor after losing his balance, I shivered. I was shocked, I didn't know how or from where the strength sprang from. Somewhere deep within me, a spark of defiance was ignited, and the words of my father from my dream blazed through the fog of fear.As I laid in the bed still trying to understand what just happened, Bryan climbed back and charge towards me. His eyes still clouded in passion. Mustering all my strength, I pushed against Bryan again, shoving him with all my might
Bryan's POV My arms were still wrapped around Emelda, the warmth of her body against mine causing my hormones to swirl up and my mind racing with imagination when the kitchen door swung open. It was Jonathan.Emelda and I were too late to break off from our initial position. Jonathan paused in his track, his eyes flicking between us, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it seemed like time stood still, the silence heavy with unspoken questions or words from either of us. The awkward silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity.And then, in a gesture that was almost dismissive, he looked away, smiling faintly as he coughed to clear his throat.Moving his gaze and allowing his eyes to fall on Emelda, Jonathan finally broke the silence, his voice calm and measured. "Emelda," he said, "Are you ready for today?"Emelda stiffened, I could tell as I watched her, her body tensing with a sudden alertness. She glanced up at Jonathan, her eyes wide and uncertain, before turning.
Emelda's POVIn a few minutes, we were done with the breakfast Jonathan prepared. Amazingly, the eggs were delicious. I picked up my small black leathered bag containing some documents I was lucky to find in my box, and followed Jonathan out. As our feet descended the stairs, the sound of my flat sandal heels echoed through the hallways. I looked at Jonathan who was on his phone and my mind wandered back to the memories earlier in the kitchen.It began to replay the events of that morning in my head. The memory of Bryan's eyes on me, the way he had looked at me with something almost like affection, and the way his arms felt on my waist lingered like a ghostly image, haunting me even as I stepped down each stair and into the bright sunshine. I wondered why Jonathan hadn't said anything to me yet. As my mind continued to play the scene of my previous memories, a blush stole across my cheeks.
Jonathan's POV As soon as Emelda disappeared into the building through the glass door, my hand shot to my jacket pocket, my fingers grasping the cool metal of my phone.I quickly dialed the number for the HR head at the architectural firm, my voice steady and authoritative.“Good morning, Mr James on the line.” His voice transmitted across the phone."This is Jonathan Rodriguez," I said, without preamble. “Sir!.. Goo..good morning” The HR head answered in surprise and reverence as he stammered."There's a lady in for the interview, she should be in the waiting room by now. I need you to make sure she is offered the job position today. There are no ifs or buts about it. She will have the job."“Ye…yes sir, of course sir,” The HR head replied, his voice revealing that he was taken aback, but had quickly recovered as his tone turned deferential.“But sir, if you don't mind me asking, how will I k