Her new office was a masterpiece. From its expansive size to the originality Incorporated into the design of each flooring, wallpaper, lightening and furniture, it was akin to being in an official presidential suite. Clara was astounded even before she stepped into her office; the reception itself had first caught her in awe with the calligraphic inscription above the door, 'Clara Lynn, Fashion Design Technician.' It was a moderate sized room which had been recently renovated as well and held small tables and moveable seating in a stylish, elegant way. Adjacent the reception was Jessica's office which was labelled in her name as Clara's personal assistant, exuding the same clean professional energy which couldn't even enable anyone see her position as anything less than serious business. Then there was her office which was designed and furnished to taste, its elegance matching that of a Queen with glass bookcase for documents and the latest design of the company's invention place
Brenda and Sophie dropped by during lunch screaming down her office. Well, Sophie was doing that all by herself while Brenda focused her quizzical eyes on Clara, and at the first opportunity they got to be alone started questioning her about Andre and the position.She definitely didn't have the opinion that Clara had got the office because of her involvement with him, but she wasn't pleased with the undefined status of their relationship. Which Clara understood perfectly, but on the other hand, had already chosen to give it time, and so quickly deflected the topic and picked a safer conversation. After they had left, she spent the rest of the day preparing questions for the interviews and making notes of the things she would need to begin the project. By the time the golden hand of the clock signalled the end of the work time, she dismissed Jessica, having made the decision that the younger girl would only work overtime if it was absolutely necessary.She didn't want to repeat the
"Safely arrived with the VIP, over." Clara bit deep into her nails, her eyes still unsteady as it roamed through the window, the position her head had been in since she was escorted into the limo. On each side of her were security agents communicating from time to time over the earplugs stuck in their ears.Just how the fuck had a funny romantic call taken an action note?The car halted in front of Andre's building and the door was opened from one side. She watched as two female agents came down first and did a sweep of the environment, her body fidgeting in fear. Why had she been followed? Andre seemed to know a lot more than she did. "Ma'am, it's safe to alight now." One of the female agents who acted like the leader said to her, gesturing with her hands. Clara swung her small purse over her shoulder and placed one wobbly foot in front of the other, sucking in a deep breath as they led her into the building.Seemed as though she suddenly became invalid whenever she came to Andre's
Andre's eyes darted towards Clara, as though confirming the sly Viscount's words. With a feigned amusement, he replied calmly, "Do you need help with your boredom?" But even as he spoke, he took hold of Clara's hands, linking them in his. There was ruffling of papers on the other side, followed by that chuckle she found unsettling. "Exactly, brother. You can't deny that you have all the interesting people around you. So just give me Clara, or set up a meeting for me tomorrow. I'll make the proposition to her, it will be strictly professional, I promise.""Why are you telling me this?" Viscount laughed, lowering his voice. "C'mmon, we both know how you hold onto things till they get suffocated and have to flee in order to get away. You are well familiar with that, aren't you?"Andre's muscles ticked and flexed in quick succession. She was truly confused at this point, wondering what Tony was talking about and why such cryptic words had Andre reacting so visibly.What the fuck was he
"Ma'am, don't turn around but it seems you are being followed. Again." What was even funnier than Jessica's conspiratorial tone was the way she narrowed her eyes to slits, a determined look to play detective crossing her orbs. Clara had the urge to laugh as they made their way out of the parking lot, their heels clicking loudly against the shimmering flooring. They would be discreet? It was easier to outrightly tell everyone that she was under protection than it was for those security agents to follow her without going unnoticed. Jessica had caught them more times than Clara could count anymore, and Sophie had wondered why some 'strange people' had taken the table next to theirs repeatedly during lunch. At this rate all that remained was for the new employees allocated to her to point it out as well."I told you they might be journalists. Ignore them." Clara finally stated in a tired voice, uncaring whether the younger lady bought it. It was starting to get old anyway, and were she
"See you tomorrow, ma'am." Was there any limit to the heights of success humans aimed to climb?If Clara had thought of her position as an executive assistant a turn around which had elevated her status, then being offered the position of a fashion design tech was in non-simple words, an acceleration. Nothing was simple about her life anymore; she had people book appointments to see her and employees she accounted for. Being secretly involved with a global business mogul wasn't nearly the most complex thing in her life right now, perhaps observing the shadows who failed at following her discreetly was. She could see them now as she opened her car, could hear their footsteps as they apparently hurried to board the car next to hers. At first she had thought that their inability to go unnoticed was a flaw on their part, till she realised that it was very intentional. They weren't hiding the fact that she had security because they were sending a message to Tony Viscount.Or in more blu
"That will be all, we'll require privacy till we return to New York." "Alright, sir, ma'am." The tall chief hostess replied with that professional smile they mastered over the duration of time they worked with clients, standing the test of the most unprofessional sight before her.Because it hadn't been enough that all the jet attendants and security agents witnessed their boss carry his woman bridal style into the jet, but of all the seats Andre fucking Quinn could have chosen to place Clara in, he had deposited her in the most... undeniably comfortable of them all, his toned muscular thighs.She had wiggled as her entire body heated up along with her skin, her cheeks doing that obvious exhibition of announcing to everyone how shy she was at the moment.But he hadn't budged even when the hostesses came to introduce themselves to her, his arm securing her stomach to render all her attempts to get away futile. What was even more shameless? As soon as the hostesses had left to bring
Clara's soft breathing was all he could hear when his chauffeur halted in front of her building. Exhaustion had first kicked in after that heavy sexual session, making him guilty for having used her to relieve his tension. Not that she'd had any complaints after her third orgasm, but guilt was nudging at him because he was supposed to be explaining to her why she shouldn't chant Marie Claire's praises to him, and though she would find out soon when he exposed the old bitch and had everything she had worked for crashing down, he felt guilty because he had used Clara. Simple. Which was a novelty for him considering how much he had reveled in using manipulative methods to get what he wanted from people. Those tactics had helped him get to where he was now. He hadn't lied to her about his background, but keeping her in the dark was close to that. Yet the thought of opening those wounds in his memory made it easier to shut his trap instead of spilling. The limo which had been following