Chelsea finally let out a chuckle. She took the files and walked back to Dylan's office. She opened the door and saw Selina leaning on Dylan's desk. Immediately she heard the door open, Selina stood up straight. She turned to Chelsea, rolled her eyes and walked out.Chelsea put two and two together and immediately understood that Selina craved Dylan's attention and affection and now saw her as an obstacle on her path of getting it.Tsk. Poor girl. If only she knew my intentions were far more diabolical, Chelsea thought. She simply walked towards Dylan with a plain expression. "Where's my office?" she asked him.Dylan nodded towards a door by the side. "Great. This is another prison" Chelsea exhaled and walked to the door. She entered the enclosure behind the door and was partially impressed. The office was quite spacious and well equipped. There were no visitor chairs however, just her personal chair behind her desk. Her name was printed on a desk tag with her position underneath. S
Time passed by with Chelsea getting better acquainted with the company and the staff. She never acted too lofty or superior and this endeared her to most of them. More often, she visited the ground floor, interacting with visiting clients and conducting questionnaire-guided surveys with existing patrons. She got to resolve many complaints and administered major corporate changes. Customer database increased significantly and the company received more positive feedbacks. Orders were shipped out nonstop from the company daily. Dylan walked leisurely to the balcony and leaned over it, resting his arms on the parapet. "Look at what you've accomplished in just a few days" he smiled as he said to Chelsea who stood not too far from him.She walked closer to him and equally looked down. She took in the orderliness of the operations on the ground floor and the satisfaction that glowed off the faces of several clients."It wasn't just me. It was the whole team" she replied, trying to sound a
Dylan and Chelsea rode silently back home. Chelsea clasped her hands together, her gaze fixed on the sky through the windshield. "That's why there was a decline in the fashion section" Dylan suddenly said."What?" Chelsea asked, unsure of the context of his words."You noticed a decline in sales from the fashion section right?" "Yes""That's why. The drugs" Dylan replied. "How?" Chelsea asked."Below every fashion outlet under the Cross Enterprises' name is a base of production, packaging and distribution of fentanyl. It's worth more than its brother-business above but not so public and legal" Dylan chuckled. "There was a hit on one of these joints. They exploded the whole premises. Both the fashion store above and the fentanyl joint below all blew to rubbles. I lost roughly a hundred million in that hit, both businesses combined" he concluded. "Oh, I get it now. Why are you telling me this? Why did you take me to the meeting?" Chelsea asked."I'm feeding you with more informatio
Chelsea maintained her careless attitude both at work, home and on the road. Cross Enterprises grew in success and money rolled in constantly. Dylan gave her the deserved accolades and entrusted her with more responsibilities. As they returned from work one day, Dylan instructed Hill to detour to Golden Petals. "Why are we headed there?" Chelsea asked calmly. "Maybe there are some things you wish to retrieve from your lounge" Dylan replied."So thoughtful of you. My booking has long expired. My items must have been thrown out or handed to the police" Chelsea gave a fake smile.Dylan was mute for some seconds. "I extended your booking" he finally said. "Thanks. But I do not need...""Can we just get there first?" Dylan cut her off before she could complete her sentence."Fine, Sir" Chelsea replied resignedly. The rest of the ride was silent till they got to Golden Petals. They alighted the vehicle and entered the hospitality building while Hill remained with the vehicle. Dylan wa
Chelsea and Dylan exited the elevator and walked across the bar to the premises' exit. Hill stood waiting by the Urus with his hands clasped behind him. "Are the luggages insides?" Dylan asked Hill."Yes, Sir" Hill replied and opened the door for the duo, granting them entrance. Dylan appreciated the discretion of Golden Petals. If it were any other hotel or lounge, paparazzi and media agents would be crowning him right now, asking him all sorts of nosy questions. He sighed. The price for fame and status, I guess. He lampooned as he boarded the SUV after Chelsea went in. Before Hill closed the door, he noticed someone observing them from behind a car parked some distance away. He heaved as he sat, his eyes fixed on the car. Hill turned on the engine and soon they were en route to the mansion.They got home and alighted the vehicle. Chelsea proceeded to enter the building hurriedly while Dylan lagged behind. He engaged in a brief discussion with Hugo with his eyes fixed on her. He c
Joyce stood with her hands clasped in front of her, watching as Chelsea prepared for work."Is it his instruction that you watch me every morning before leaving for work?" Chelsea asked Joyce's reflection in the dressing mirror as she put on her earrings. Joyce smiled. Of course she always smiles. "It's just like I'll disappear into thin air or something" Chelsea continued. "I'm simply here in case you need anything" Joyce replied. "Oh please. We're not even in a relationship, talk more of being married. Just drop it, alright? The whole watching over thing. It's... suffocating" Chelsea gestured in exasperation. "He has made it clear to me that there is no escaping this property. Either the bullets get me or the wolves, either way I'm dead" she ranted as she put on the last pieces of adornments. She turned and saw Joyce still smiling at her."You look beautiful as always, Chelsea" Joyce said.Chelsea exhaled. "Thanks very much. Am I free to go now?" she gave an obviously fake sm
Chelsea facepalmed herself as soon as he left her office. She was showing her feelings way too much. And he wasn't helping matters either. Walking in, leaning so close to her with all those seductive fragrances oozing out of him was making her senses go numb. She felt a slippery moisture between her thighs and exhaled frustratedly. Why on earth was she getting wet!!! She cursed her body for losing its control. Then after some seconds she chuckled. After closing the Walmart deal she stood up and exited her office. She could see Dylan feeding his eyes off her body as she swayed elegantly, gently walking her way out of his office. She smirked but didn't acknowledge him. "Where to?" he called as she reached for the doorknob. She paused, exhaled and turned slowly to face him. Their eyes met and she immediately retracted hers. She didn't fail to notice the smirk playing at the corner of his lips though. How could she miss it? It had become his trademark ever since they went on a romanti
Selina gave a light gasp but quickly regained her composure. "Sir...I swear I wasn't stalking you. I was visiting a friend there" Selina shuddered. Dylan chuckled and stood up. "I pray it actually is what you say it is. As for the carelessness with the Cheshire deal, it better be oversight and it better not repeat itself again, ever!" He bellowed. "Yes, Sir. Thank you" Selina replied. "You may leave" Dylan ordered and walked back to his chair. Selina stood up, grabbed the files and exited the office. Dylan's voice called her back before she could close the door."One more thing" he said calmly. "Yes, Sir" she replied, bowing her head as she stepped back in."You better be very careful with your choices, Selina. Very careful" he said and gestured a conclusion. "Yes, Sir" she replied and exited the office. Tsk. Dylan sighed and swivelled in his chair as he waited expectantly on Chelsea. Not long later, she walked in, her face a bit sour. "What happened?" he asked her."Nothing"