Vanya's POVThe next morning, I woke up late.I laid in bed for a few seconds, trying to remember what had happened that left me feeling so tired. Memories of the previous night rushed into my head, making me groan out loud and bury my pillow into my face.It all came rushing back. Cian. Josephine. Tara's breakdown in my car. Tara!I sat up in a start, looking around the room. I heaved a sigh of relief seeing the body lying beside me, warm brown hair sprayed all over the pink silk pillows. I leaned over checking to see if she was still breathing. Thankfully she was.I got out of bed, stretching my shoulders. I still wore my gown from the party, I must have crashed into the bed the moment I came home. So was Tara, she was still dressed for the party.I went about my morning routine, taking a shower and changing into my day clothes. By the time I was done, Tara was still asleep. The clock hanging on my wall read ten thirty in the morning."Marco will kill me." I muttered under my breat
Vanya's POVI watched Tara devour the plate of soup placed in front of her. She looked terrible, dark circles under her eyes. Her skin was pale too, lacking it's rosy hue. She had taken off her clothes from the party and ran a cold shower, now dressed in an oversized t shirt of mine. Now her hair hung in damp rattails down her back and shoulders. "You're such a wonderful chef, Mr Leon," she said, swallowing a mouthful of the chicken soup. "Just call me Marco," He said, passing her a glass of water. "And slow down, you wouldn't want to choke now."She nodded. "Thank you. Now I can see where Miss Jacob got her awesome cooking skills from.""Oh please." I scoffed in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I taught him everything he knows."Marco smiled, shaking his head. "Don't argue with her now." He said. "Just eat your food.""I'm never going to drink so much again." Tara groaned. "My head hurts like someone is playing soccer with a metal ball.""You'll be fine." I said, offering her a sma
Vanya's POVThe weekend went by in a blur. After Tara left and I had to spend a lot of hours appeasing the twins, I'm glad that Ryan finally understood what was going on and played along perfectly.All thoughts of Josephine and Cian were pushed to the darkest parts of my mind. I spent the rest of my weekend having fun with my boys. We had indoor picnics and went out for ice cream on Sunday evening. And by Monday morning, it was time to go back to our regular schedules."Here are the reports from the last event at the Rochester house." Tara said as she handed me a file. "From the figures we had a sixty percent increase in calls and project proposals. If we're to take all of them, we'll need more staff. ""More staff huh?" I took the papers from her and leafed through them. The figured were looking good. And I'm sure there was nothing there that would point to the breakdown Tara had at the events. She also looked better now, her cheeks were back to life and she had a cheerful smile on h
Vanya's POV:As I was packing up my bag to leave the office for the day, my secretary came into my office carrying a bouquet of red roses. They looked huge, tens of roses all clamped together and tied with a pink string in shiny paper."What's that for?" I asked, turning to face her."These came in for you." She walked up to me and handed the bouquet over. I reached out and hesitantly took it from her. The heady scent of red roses hit me hard, making me hold my breath.A note was attached to the roses. I took it out and read it. "Have a wonderful evening, Miss Jacob." The note read, from Roman Stephens. I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. Roman, of course I remember him from the party. But sending me roses after just one meeting, that's surprising to say the least."Should I get rid of them?" Tammy asked, watching me with curious eyes. "No, don't worry." I said, picking up my purse. "There's no need for that. I'll take them home with me.""Oh," She gasped in surprise.
Vanya's POV The week ran by in a busy blur. Before I knew it, it was weekend again. So many events had happened that I had barely any moment to myself to catch a breath.So far our plan to hire more staff had been working perfectly. Now we had even more hands on deck to ensure a smooth running of the company.Finally, I could sleep in one Saturday morning.But what I didn't expected to find after I had woken up was Marco holding some sort of interview in the back gardens.I watched from my spot in the kitchen, staring out of the huge window that overlooked the garden. He was talking to a woman, three other women sat on the bench in the garden, maybe waiting for their turn."What's he doing?" I asked no one in particular, narrowing my eyes at the scene in front of me."Why don't you ask him?" I heard Emilia's voice say. I turned to see her walking into the kitchen. She smiled at me, giving me a brief hug. "I would, once he's done of course" I replied. She nodded, her eyes drifting to
Vanya's POV"You again huh?" "In the flesh, miss." Emily replied, a cheerful smile on her face. I stared up at her, tapping the bottom of my pen against the clipboard in my hands. "Emily, you know that this isn't allowed.""I'm applying for a position in your company, I wasn't aware that it wasn't allowed anymore."I rubbed my temples, a tired sigh leaving my lips. I know Emily is tenacious, I've seen it happen so many times. She never backs down. I had once admired that when she was my bodyguard and when I was Luna, but now I'm just Vanya Jacob. And I don't need her tenacity.But come on! When is she going to quit?"I want to be of help to you, miss." Emily says as if reading my mind. "The more you push me away, the more I'll come back stronger.""Emily," I said, leaning forward. She leaned her head back, folding her arms delicately in her lap. I took the cue and leaned back. "Why don't you work for the new Luna? You're not obligated to work for me anymore." "New luna?" She wrinkl
Vanya's POVSaturday rolled by slowly and soon it was time for the twins to meet their new nanny. Calling Emily a nanny felt very weird, especially given her history. I can't believe that I felt apprehensive about introducing Emily to the boys. All their life the care they have gotten has come from either me or Marco and Emilia. It suddenly felt too personal bringing another person into the equation. But it's too late thinking about it now."Are you sure about wearing that?" I asked, turning to glance at Emily briefly. I returned my eyes to the road after getting a glance of her outfit. Still the same. "Yes." She replied simply.I don't know what I was expecting her to change into, although at the back of my mind I had expected her to wear something more child friendly, maybe like some lighter colors or a leggings and a simple blouse."Can I keep my gun in your car?" She asked.It took every ounce of control inside of me not to hit the brakes and whip my head to look at her. Instea
Vanya's POV:"We're sorry Miss Emily," The boys said in unison, their voices sounding sincere enough. "We won't try to hurt you in the future."Oh my goodness. Boys and their expensive pranks. That ball would have hurt a lot if it had hit me right in the face. And maybe Emily was right, maybe they would have loved her weapons. But there's no way I'm introducing four year olds to a world of real guns and knives. We all sat in the living room the boys huddled together and having solemn looks on their faces. Emily sat close to them, her eyes watching them curiously. "Here's some snacks," Emilia's voice called out. She emerged from the kitchen with a tray of tea and lemonade for the boys. She placed it on the centre table, her eyes moving to Emily. "Emily?" She called, shock in her tone.Emily rose to her feet. "Emilia," She said with a small bow. When she raised her head she had a terrified expression on her face but it was gone faster than light, maybe I had imagined it. "It's a surpr