He sauntered into the main hall, muttering something to himself. Staff who saw him approach them gave a nod, and a smile to complete the silent formalities. “Where is Jessica?” Mark, who strolled to the spot he graced with his feet, was asked. “Good morning, Mark.”“How do you feel, Mr. Stone?” Mark asked, grabbing the briefcase from his hand. “Jessica is in the room where Synthara lives.” The young man was attempting to be humorous, and the young CEO, who figured out the gesture, smiled shortly. “Get her for me as soon as possible,” he mandated, this time headed for the elevator that guided him to his office. Alexander did not turn around to look for Mark who held his briefcase—there was a kind of trust he had for his staff. Two especially. Arriving at his office, he shut the door after he walked in, still muttering words. Moments later, Mark was in the office, panting. “Here, sir.” He simply said, dropping the entity on the boss's desk. “Jessica will join you shortly.”Jessica
The story of her one-night-stand experience with a CEO in the city came as a shock to Olivia who refused to take the news. Emily on the other hand, did all she could do to convince her friend, with proof of the call from an unsaved number she received moments before she sauntered into the room that day.“So—” Olivia started, sipping from the glass of juice she held. “When will you join me at the Cafe?” She asked.“Don't do this, Via,” Emily laughed out a bit. “I am not joining you at the Cafe, for any reason.”“What do you expect when you have bluntly refused to take the job offer Alexander is proposing?” She asked. “You cannot annoy me less.” “I had sex with him, Olivia!” It was Emily's turn to cry. A glass of juice was picked from the table where it rested and brought to her lips in a second. “Put yourself in my shoes and tell me if you would want to have something to do with a man you had sex with, unplanned and impromptu.”“I can't bring myself to imagine such a thing, Emily,” O
Back in her office, she paced the footing starting from the moment of her walk into the space. What would she do? She thought aloud, stopping her trek at the window side. For the first time in a while, since she played her game, she felt somewhat guilty. No, not guilty but frightened by what would become of her if she doesn't fix her mess right on time. She thought Jonathan didn't care for Emily, and would not be so concerned about her leaving. Why then did he seem to care so much about her, to the extent of inquiring about her house address? “Victoria, you must do something,” she heard herself say. “You will be dragged into the mud if something is not done.”She took her seat on the chair before her computer system, turned on the device and began to type. There was a lot to be done for the day, she would rather do what she had to do than think of a way out when there were a million and one ways to sort out herself from the mess she was in, already. The task the CEO had put in her
It was a new day and the first day of a new month when Victoria wandered into her office. The air freshener she kept at the window side stuffed her nose and a pleasant smile appeared on her face. What will the day hold for her? She wondered as she took her seat on the chair ever-living in the office. Her handbag was flung to the desk, and the system before her was turned on. There were several emails to be sent to partnering companies on this day and appointments that were left unfixed she would need to attend to.Somehow, she felt fulfilled for the first time in a long while. At least, after her master plan on Emily, the young lady was gone and gone from the company forever. The CEO had once talked to her about a promotion for Emily, and that was the last thing Victoria wanted for the young lady. She was yet to be promoted, why would the other lady be given a more comfortable office, and a better system to use in the company? Hence, she did what she did to get her out of the offic
“I have decided to take up the offer,” Emily told Olivia, taking a seat on the bed in her room. “It will do us both some good, I thought about it.”Olivia stared from where she lay on her bed. “I am happy for you,” she said. “But don't act like you are doing me some favour. It is you who needs some help and money to survive, Emily.”“Right,” Emily gave a nod. “How are you and what are you doing in bed by this time?”“I don't have the morning shift, old lady,” Olivia replied. She sat up on the bed and heaved a sigh, yawning. “My shift is later in the evening, I have all day to myself.”“That's fine,” Emily replied. She rose to her feet and was headed to the door. “Nothing much, I came to give you an update on my decision, so you are not shocked when I resume work without telling you from the onset.”“Thank you for coming,” the younger woman laughed. “What made you change your mind? Is he no longer the man who fucked you at the business exhibition in the hearts of the city?” “You didn'
Buyers from corners of the city had reached out to the company regarding Synthara: a win Alexander doubted would happen so fast. Jessica, who happened to be in charge of the creation until it left the Enterprise, had reached out the night before and he was shocked—and not shocked at the same time. Too many things gave him a smile on his face. Synthara, and the acceptance of his offer, by Emily. Why did he feel this enthusiastic, and act like he didn't care one bit over the phone? What would he have done? This is business the last time he checked and pleasure is kept aside until business has been done. He glanced at the device in his front, going through the list of buyers and offers they have for Synthara. Now was his time to act like a CEO and the owner of the piece, he said to himself—still smiling while he ricocheted through. His phone beeped and when he checked, it was Jessica's call. Why did she call him at this time of the day? He thought, then recalled the supposed meetin
He strode down the stairs, thoughts of who it could be that had come to see him, causing him to wonder. Was it Emily? No, he doubted, hastening his walking pace. Some of the staff who worked upstairs greeted, and Alexander—not in the mood for greetings, waved a hand at them. His mind and thoughts rested on who had come to see him. Was it Emily? He asked again, attaining the door that would lead him to the lower part of the building. When he asked her to take her time, he imagined she would spend the whole of the new month getting ready and prepared to come together with him again after the first time they had seen each other at the exhibition. The same meeting that caused him to have sex with her in the room, nearest to the bathroom. Why did he think of this, at this time of all times?He reached downstairs and stopped breathing for a moment, at the sight of the woman. He was right.“Emily Hartley,” he heard himself say. She turned around to look at him, with a costly smile on
She took his hand after so much thought and returned his smile. It was worth it, after all. “Thank you, Mr. Stone,” she muttered. “When do I resume?”“You have the rest of the week to yourself,” he told her. “The next week will be good for resumption, I'll make Jessica text you if there are important details you should know.”“Thank you once again,” she said and rose to her feet. “I'll be here on Monday morning, Mr. Stone.” She walked towards the door after the man nodded, then shut it after she walked out. For the first time since she arrived about an hour ago, she took out her time to see the walls and the footings of the Enterprise. How beautiful, Emily thought, finding her way to the elevator that would convey her downstairs like it did the first time on arrival. There were artworks on the wall, and the place seemed to look like a gallery. Only those who didn't know would think the Enterprise created artworks instead of AI creations, a smile appeared on her face while she thou