“The recent scandal is a glaring example of incompetence in leadership. The CEO’s failure to secure her own account reflects poorly on the entire company,” Mike said, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. What a scumbag. The newspapers were fresh off the printing press and he was already mouthing off to the media. Dad looked like he wanted to reach into the TV and strangle Mike where he stood. I felt unspeakable rage watching the old fool speak his nonsense live on air. I felt helpless because there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. “What does this mean for the future of Renard Dynasty?” a reporter asked. “As it stands, the company is in dire straits. It is clear that the CEO is ill-equipped for the prestigious role she has been handed. That much is clear. I mean, she hasn't been CEO for a year and already has two major scandals under her belt. I call for an instant change and I urge my fellow board member to heed my words. No further questions,” Mike said as he stepped
I arrived early, ahead of the board members, sitting in my office. My stomach churned with anxiety. The last meeting with them had gone well. Too well.They had all turned on Mike in my favour. Unfortunately for me, the script had been flipped. As sympathetic as they'd been to my plight before, I knew there wouldn't be a shred of that anymore. This definitely wasn't going to be an easy meeting.I heard a knock on my door then Jesse poked his head in. “They're all here,” he said.I felt like a prisoner on death row as I walked towards the board room.A feeling of deja vu came over me as I stood outside the board room. It seemed like every time I was there, I was like a child going in for a scolding at the principal's office.Taking a deep breath, just like I'd always done, I walked in. The buzz of hushed conversations quieted down almost instantly. The atmosphere was cold and sterile.I felt the weight of every eye on me. I couldn’t bring myself to look up. Not at Mike, who I knew wo
It felt like I was holding in a bomb of excitement as I walked to my office. I would have done a cartwheel but I’d never attempted one before and I didn’t want my happiness to land me in the hospital. In my office, I slumped into my chair – it felt extra comfortable like a CEO’s chair. Yet again, I’d prevailed over Mike and his schemes. I was still CEO. And that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Probably for the first time, I realized I was here because I wanted to be. It wasn’t because it was what Dad wanted, or because of any sense of obligation, but because I was good at it. Though I’d hit a few snags on the way, I had righted the ship and kept things moving. My chaotic mind drifted to Oscar, my ex-husband who I was desperate to destroy. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how dumb that was. Why would I bring myself so low? The worst part was how I’d almost let it cost me Jesse. I’d pushed him away with my foolish obsession with revenge. A knock on the
“The nerve you have is amazing.” He flashed a pained smile as he said this and his voice was like poisoned bullets piercing my chest. “Now that you’re over it, you want to become the beacon of morality. Well, I’m not you. I won't stop until Oscar pays for everything; every lie, every insult. Everything.” I was exhausted. It was no use getting him to see reason. I don’t know why I bothered trying. “Fine, do what you want,” I said firmly, locking eyes with him. “But I won’t take you to Deandra. She’s worse than the devil and she’ll drag you down further than hell if you allow it.” My heart sank to my feet. I knew this could be it. This could be how I lost him for good. Even if he didn’t see it that way, I cared about him too much to take him to Deandra, evil incarnate herself. “She’s that bad?” he asked. Hope flickered in my heart because he finally showed some emotion. “Yes, Jesse,” I damn near screamed. I couldn’t believe I was getting through to him. I told him all the dark
My mind was storming with emotions from my meeting with Jesse and Deandra, but something else kept bothering me – Tristan. For days, my dad and I had called him but he hadn’t picked up or returned any of our calls. It was hard to believe Sadie had deceived us all, but I’m sure it hit Tristan the hardest.I redialed his number. It rang longer this time, but ultimately it went to voicemail. I stared at his contact on my screen, wondering what my next move would be. “I’ll go see him,” I blurted out, reaching for my purse. My office felt toxic for my argument with Jesse anyway so I could use the fresh air.A few near-accidents later, I finally arrived at his gate. I buzzed and buzzed but there was no response. I pressed the intercom and yelled into it. “Tristan, please. I know you can see me,” I said, staring directly into the camera above my head.No answer. I kept on buzzing until my arms got tired. It became clear that he wasn't going to let me in so I gave up, stared at the camera pl
I blinked back tears while staring at the worthless piece of paper. Memories of a life I left long ago flooded my mind.‘Congratulations. You are ready to run a company!’The words, etched in gold, seemed to mock me. There I was, with a duster in my hand, cleaning my husband's house.I couldn't allow myself to think like that. I loved him, with all my heart.Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I straightened my back, focusing on the task at hand.Five years ago, I chose my husband over wealth and power and I haven't regretted it. If only I was sure he felt the same way…“Remi,” my mother-in-law, Celia yelled. “You better get your ass in the kitchen right now.”The smell of burning food invaded my nostrils. Oh no.I flew down the stairs into the smoke-filled kitchen just in time to see Celia walking out and giving me a dirty look. I could have sworn I set the cooker to low heat.“Here I am expecting grandchildren and you can't accomplish a task as simple as cooking without burning
Morning came like a sledgehammer to the face. I didn't feel good. Why didn't I feel good? The empty spot next to me felt radioactive. Like a black hole that pushed me away instead of drawing me in.I felt something in my hand and squeezed; cool, plastic. What was it? – pregnancy test. Last night's events played out in my head like a movie on fast forward.I was out of line, so blinded by my goal, I didn't stop to think how it would affect him.A crashing sound made my head snap towards my dresser at the foot of my bed. Celia stood staring at me like a deer in headlights.“I was just borrowing your makeup,” she said, squaring her shoulders with a determined look on her face. “It's not good anyway so I didn't bother using it.” My purse was on its side. I always set my purse upright. A niggling feeling took shape in my mind but was quickly swallowed up by the more pressing issue at hand.My feet hit the ground before the thought formed fully in my mind. I needed to make him a hearty br
“I'm sorry, miss. We tried all we could but we couldn't save your baby.”“What?” I must have misheard him. There's no way he just told me I lost my baby.“I'm very sorry,” he said as he inched towards the door.“How?” I managed to say through my trembling voice.“There were some complications. You must have ingested something you shouldn't have this early into your conception and it reacted negatively with your body.”I could hear the sound of my heart shattering. What was my life? Why couldn't one thing go right for me?What wrong did I do in my past life to deserve such a fate? I felt so small, so useless. A wife who couldn't carry a baby to term. What a failure. What a joke.Nothing mattered anymore. What was the point? My husband now had a reason to hate me. The one thing that would make my mother-in-law tolerate me, I couldn't provide. What was the point?Oscar came back and said we should head home. I mindlessly got off the bed and put on my clothes. I couldn't hear, didn't spe