It had only been a little over a week since Isaac had laid his hands on Millicent, but even so, he felt like a man trapped in a desert, thirsty for any drop of water he could get. Despite all the desire and need he had contained within himself while she was mad at him, not even Isaac himself had any idea he was about to lose control like that. His arms seemed to have a mind of their own as he carried Millicent to the bedroom. Their tongues were intertwined as they kissed and his hands were filled with her ass, feeling her move her hips toward his erection, aching and still hidden in his pants. But even so, that didn't seem to be enough. The walk to the bed suddenly felt too long, too long to wait, especially when Millicent was moaning against his mouth, looking as needy as he did.“Isaac…” Millicent panted in his ear when, instead of wasting any more time walking over to that useless bed, Isaac sat her down on the dining table, letting her breathe a little while he kissed her neck, e
Evan and Florence’s parties always tended to be exaggerated and bordered on megalomania. But there was something more to this one in particular. They had invited every person who was part of or close to High Society, including those who had no relevance to their business with the Bianchi, so their ballroom was as absurdly crowded as ever. However, everything, from the decor to the nearby string quartet playing, seemed too expensive and refined, even by their standards. Not that Millicent thought it was a mere coincidence, however. It was a message.“Continue supporting my son in his goals and we offer all this fortune to you.” That was what Evan and Florence wanted to make clear to everyone there, even without words. The facade that relations between the Bianchi and Carnbys had continued even after the engagement party scandal fooled no one. Everyone knew Austin's stay at her father's company and that contract with Evan were just a time bomb waiting to explode. Regardless of how good
At first, Millicent's eyes needed some time to adjust to the darkness, which caused her steps to be slower than she intended. However, Isaac didn't seem to mind. He followed before her, descending the stairs with his arm outstretched as if to stop something on the sloping ceiling from reaching her. Fortunately, the stairs weren't as long as the darkness made them seem and, with just a few steps, Millicent felt the ground continue beneath her feet again.“Where are we exactly?” She looked around, only managing to make out the silhouette of some things and other objects scattered around, dimly lit by the moonlight coming from above.“It’s a… Waiting room, so to speak.” he said, an audible smile in his voice as he took just a few steps away from her, walking somewhere in that room.Until a diffuse light came on and Millicent realized that they were in the Carnby basement, a place full of junk and poorly closed boxes covered in dust.“I’m sorry for the bad first impression.” Isaac snorted
“I already told you! I have more to offer than that bitch! She can give you the Bianchis? So what? I can give you the Grecos!” Jasmine was the one who shouted, Millicent had no doubt, even though she couldn't see much through the hole in the attic floor. The only things visible were the polished porcelain floor of the room below and the tops of the heads of two people who Millicent thought were Austin and Evan, but there was no way to be sure. At least not until they started talking.“Shut your damn mouth!” Florence scolded her, full of hatred “I’m warning you, Austin! There's no point in simply removing her from our party and our guests! She will keep trying to ruin your life until you finally do something about it…!”“Oh, really? And what attitude would be perfect for you?” Jasmine teased “To watch your dear son continue to slog through the mud trying to win over Millicent, while she continues to sleep with Isaac and humiliate your entire family? I thought you had created your preci
“And, now, you can send.” Millicent instructed, pointing to the computer screen as one of the team members finalized the file on the new application Emma had forced them all to implement “I know it may seem a little complicated, but it will only be like this at the beginning. I'm sure you'll adapt soon.”“Thank you, Miss Bianchi.” the woman, who Millicent could now at least remember was called Dallas, nodded nervously, staring at her out of the corner of her eye, like she was waiting for a disaster to happen or something "I… Uh… I was actually a little confused about this, but… You didn’t have to come here in person. I know this might be a bother. Next time, I or any other team member will be fine if you just send your assistant to help us. Especially on a day when we know you’re busy…”“I'm your supervisor. It is my obligation to help solve any problem you may encounter.” she shrugged, smiling despite knowing full well that her friendliness didn't mean much to that woman or any other
“What?” Millicent asked, before she could stop herself, which caused several eyes to turn to her, likely interpreting her question as just bitterness from Austin's vengeful ex-fiancée.“As Austin’s secretary, I was the person the team trusted most to bring their praise and criticism to you all.” she gloated, wearing her best mask of a sweet, hard-working girl “I hope you don't have any problems with that, Miss Bianchi. It was not an easy choice and I was flattered to have been chosen.”“What happened to Emily Wolf?” Millie asked, keeping her tone as neutral as possible “I heard from a member of the staff that she was in charge…”“Oh, about that…” she smiled and, even though she should have been used to it by now, Millicent was amazed at how that woman could seem innocent and well-intentioned when she wanted to “Actually, I was their second choice, it's true. But, unfortunately, poor Mrs. Wolf is very old. She is hoping to receive her retirement next year. That's why the team chose her
Millicent was so shocked by those words that she was unable to respond for a few moments. And, unfortunately, Austin recovered his voice much faster than she did. “What bullshit do you think you’re talking about?!” he growled, this time not only slamming his hands against the table, but also standing up abruptly to the point of knocking over the chair he was sitting in “This project is mine! Neither you nor anyone else can take it away from me…!” “Austin!” Evan practically yelled, making his son cringe instantly “What do you think you’re doing, acting like this?! Is this the way you want everyone to think I raised you?” “No, father…” Austin clearly had to force himself to contain himself, picking up the discarded chair on the floor so he could sit down “I'm sorry.” “It’s not just me and our family’s name that you should be apologizing to, but also to everyone present in this room, being forced to watch your childish spectacle!” Evan roared harshly, but his hateful gaze was directe
Millicent's heart pounded so hard for a moment that it felt like it was trying to fly away. Laura's words still sounded so shocking that she felt like she was in a dream. However, faced with all those looks, some filled with revolt and contempt while others were clearly proud of her, Millie forced herself to disguise her reaction, straightening up and acting as everyone would expect of a project manager at the Bianchi Group. “I’m grateful for all of your trust.” She managed to smile calmly, even though she knew she would probably shed a few tears of joy when she was alone “This project… It means a lot to me and I will continue to dedicate myself completely to it.” “That's… That's ridiculous!” Austin stood up again, looking more desperate than ever “This is my project! No one here would be able to develop it better than me! It's not fair
Hello, everyone! ^^Luckily, I'm feeling a little better and we'll be back to having daily chapters starting today. Hopefully, nothing else will happen to mess up my plans to finish this story this month or, at the latest, by mid-April. But, I promise I'll keep you guys posted on everything
So many things had happened lately that Millicent had almost forgotten that there was a new project waiting for approval… In a meeting with Miles Hughes waiting to drain every last drop of her energy.“Would you like me to explain any details of the project further, Mr. Hughes?” Millicent asked in the friendliest way possible, even though the expression on Isaac's accountant's face wasn't friendly at all. "No." was all he replied, with his eyes focused only on the notes he had taken during the entire hour in which Millicent had presented her new project. “There is nothing else that needs to be analyzed about your project in matters of content. The question that needs to be discussed is whether all these ideas are financially viable.”“Indeed…” Evan, who seemed to have purposely sat close to Miles as if he wanted to watch from the sidelines as Millie’s idea was denied, grunted, “I believe that if the issue was just Miss Bianchi or any other project manager talking about their hopes fo
Hello, everyone! First of all, I'm really sorry for the lack of chapters yesterday and today. I caught a cold and, as much as I tried, I couldn't concentrate enough to write. As soon as I'm feeling better, which I hope will be soon, the chapters will be back as normal. I hope you can forgive me :(I really hope we can see each other tomorrow as normal! Thanks to everyone who reads this!
“You look quite confused.” Isaac chuckled, causing Millicent to blink slowly, looking up from his laptop screen so she could look at him.“Well… I feel confused, to be honest.” She shrugged her shoulders “Why exactly are we looking at a junkyard website?” As if the two needed a moment to absorb that information, their eyes turned to the colorful website that Isaac had placed there. It was quite rudimentary and clearly hadn't been through the hands of a professional programmer. The colors would hurt anyone's eyes, the font was weird and there was terrible visual pollution, especially because there were hundreds of pop-ups showing old cars on the screen, all with photos without any resolution.“It doesn't look very promising, I know. But it will be much more useful to us than all those spreadsheets, I guarantee it.” Isaac scrolled down the site, revealing more and more poorly taken photos of old and pre-owned cars that would probably benefit more from recycling than from being sold in t
"Leave me alone." Isaac's uncle growled, but Millicent was too worried to be intimidated.“Oh, my God. Here, let me help you.” She used all her strength to pull him up, placing him back on his wobbly legs until she could make him lean on her like a crutch “What are you feeling? Where is Dominic? We should call an ambulance.”“No ambulance shit. This is normal. And Dominic is visiting his girlfriend at her work or something. Now leave me alone.”“Mr. Carnby, you are bleeding! There is no way this is normal!” Millicent gasped “You can’t just stay like that at home. You need to go to a doctor and make sure this isn't a hemorrhage or something. Come on. I’m going to leave you sitting on the couch and wake Isaac up so we can take you to the nearest hospita
“Gosh, my brain feels like it’s going to melt if I have to look at one more financial graph.” Millicent sighed closing her eyes before collapsing on Isaac’s bed, exhausted “I think we should take a break.”“Austin didn’t even need to put in the way for us to get this data for so long.” Isaac grumbled, laying down by her side and pulling her close “Comparing all these charts would drive anyone crazy before any discrepancies could even be found.”“Well, I guess that’s the reason we have such a large Finance Department. Worrying about every detail of the money coming in and the money going out is not easy.” she tried to joke, but Isaac obviously didn't miss the concern in her voice.“You couldn’t convince that stupid old man to tame his daughter?” he snorted, as if he was just as annoyed by Jasmine's situation as she was.“He spent the entire afternoon avoiding me and when I finally managed to catch up to him at the end of the day, all he did was whine about how his wife might even die if
“So, I present to you the new junior supervisor of the Finance Department, Jasmine Easton.” As she watched Mr. Davis present Jasmine in front of practically all the employees in that wing of the offices, Millicent had no other reaction than clapping her hands without any enthusiasm. Around her, few people imitated her, as most were just shocked and with their mouths wide open, staring at Mr. Davis as if they were waiting for the moment when he would say it was all just a big joke. However, he just remained there, frozen behind Jasmine, with his haggard and exhausted expression, as if he hadn't slept in days.“Thanks for your words and for trusting me with a role like this, Mr. Davis.” Jasmine smiled the biggest smile Millicent had ever seen her give to anyone “It's always exciting to see how this company values the good work of its employees. I hope that, just as I got my chance today with a lot of effort, everyone else will too, someday.” She ran her disdainful gaze around the enti
"Shit!" Ugo cursed, turning to Isaac and Vincent with extreme impatience “Did you want time to think about whether you're going to be cowards or not? You just got it. I will let you know when our next meeting will be, where I hope to receive the answer I am waiting for.” he threatened “Just teach your boy that the only safe side of this story is by my side, Vince. You, better than anyone, know this.”“Uh… Boss…” the security guard gulped “We… We also have another situation. It appears that a… Guest arrived earlier than expected. And he wants to talk to you.”"Guest?" Ugo's eyes darted towards Isaac and Vincent, clearly worried about who it could be "Who?"“Open the door, Ugo.” a deep voice sounded from the other side of the armored door, standing out even through the noise of the music blaring downstairs “You said you would welcome me with honors if I returned to America. I'm waiting.”“Nikolaev?!” Ugo grunted, surprised, and Isaac noticed his uncle tense up on his side “Shit. At a ti
“Are you talking about killing Massimo Bianchi?” Vincent questioned coldly, pretending to lean on Isaac's shoulder so he could straighten up on the couch, a silent warning for him to control his reactions "Do you even know what that would entail?"“I see you’re still pessimistic, Vince.” Ugo laughed, lighting a cigar and taking a long drag. “But, hey, don't be like that. My father and grandfather made big bets while they were alive, too. The world is a question of knowing where exactly to invest your efforts.”“But they both died in the retaliation of those high stakes, right?” Isaac’s uncle raised an eyebrow, managing to perfectly maintain his posture, as if he was actually in Ugo’s game and thinking about the matter “Are you willing to pay the price and want to convince us to be too?”“Do you think I would go into this if it wasn’t a good plan? I'm not a crazy dog like my father and brother were. I have brains and I don't let a detail or a slight offense become a fight between fami