Mr. Peter halted when he heard her calling and running towards him. He stood just few meters from the elevator.
“Good morning sir. My name is Lena sir. I got the mail sir.” She spoke, nervously.
“Oh you did. So what does it say?”
“Approved sir.”
“Be specific young lady, what was approved?”
Mr. Peter seemed to be in a hurry to return back to his office, like he had some unfinished business to attend to and that made him respond to Lena swiftly.
“It’s the Job application sir.”
“Oh you’re the one who has been sending us articles we didn’t ask for. “ he said, forcing a smile.
Lena couldn’t help but to return a smile too, and said “Yes , I am. It has always been my dream to work here sir and I thought I had to do something to get your attention sir.”
“Well, that really got my attention. Well done! Some of the articles you sent cannot be published though, because they don’t have tangible proof to back them up, but they were really good.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Follow me.”
Lena looked back at the receptionist, with a smile , but she returned a frown instead.
“what did you say your name is again?” The manager asked, as he pressed one of the button.
“Lena sir.”
They both entered the elevator and went to his office. Lena was super excited that Mr. Peter has been seeing her articles and stories, and now she’s about to become a journalist for the company.
Mr. Peter has been the manager of the company for more than ten years. Because of the competition in the industry, he’s always on the neck of his journalists to get interesting stories to be published.
He is a very ambitious man and even though he is in his 50s, he was still fully active. He doesn’t like seeing his workers relaxing when they should either be writing, making research, gathering facts and data or coming up with different ideas to keep them ahead of other publishing company. Some of his workers find her too strict.
“Please sit.” He offered her a seat and went round his desk before falling to his own chair.
“Thank you sir.”
“So tell me, why should I employ you?”
“ahmm, because I’m the best?” Lena answered, not sure if that was a good response.
Lena had make sure she looked into different possible questions asked in an interview, and all stored in her head, but she had no real answer to that question. Her eyes were striking straight into Mr. Peter’s, anticipating for his next words.
“In what way are you the best? We have journalists and I’m sure there’s nothing you can possibly provide right now that they cannot.”
“Sir, I can assure you. I’m here to give my very best, and I promise not to disappoint.” She said, with a very determined look on her face.
“I believe you. We receive mails from people everyday, who wants us to pay them for every story they come up with, but you, you kept sending even without demanding for any royalties.”
While they were still talking, the office door opened, and a lady walked in. It was Mr. Peter’s secretary, Caroline. A young and beautiful lady, dressed in corporate; white shirt on a red trousers, with her red heels.
“Good morning Mr. Peter.” She greeted while approaching the desk.
“Morning Caroline.” Mr. Peter responded, making a hand gesture to Lena, to hold on a second.
“Sir, we just got a call from one of our interns confirming that Mr. Ethan will be at the City Hill Hotel in three days.” She stated, passing him her iPad. “If we can get few minutes of his time for an interview, it’s going to be a big blow for us.”
Mr. Peter fell back to his chair, with his both hands still on the table, and was thinking of what to do next.
“This is happening too quick.” He said, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Sir, we need to act fast before words get out there.”
“Uhmm, you’re right.”
“You should call for a brief meeting to decide who should handle this Job.” Caroline suggested.
“Who do you think will be up for this? Everyone is occupied with the task given to them already.”
Lena stayed still, listening to all that they were saying and wished she could suggest something but she had no idea what was going on.
Mr. Peter then turned to her, “Lena, I’ve got your first assignment for you. You said you’re the best, it’s time to prove it.”
Her eyes were widely opened in shock. She was about to be given an opportunity to launch herself to the company, if she succeeds.
“Yes sir, I am very ready for anything sir.”
“Good. You’re going to get Ethan to have an interview with you.”
“Get? Is it that you can’t ask him for few minutes of his time. You know, get him to stop by after work and have the interview with him.” She said, innocently.
“You don’t know Ethan, do you?” he asked, glaring at her.
“Well, I know lots of people sir. I’m sure Ethan is one of them.” She said, in a sarcastic way, still putting out a warm smile.
“Alright, here.” He passed a brand new iPad to Lena. “Welcome to the team, you have less than 48 hours to find out everything about him, convince him to sit with you for an interview and make sure you make the most of it.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir. I’ll do my very best.” She said, trying to control herself from bursting out of excitement.
“That will be all for now.” Mr. Peter opened his laptop lid and continued with what he was doing. “Caroline here will fill you on other things you should know.” He concluded.
“Thank you very much sir.”
“Follow me please” Caroline said to Lena, as she make her way to the door. She took her to her own office, and to also brief on things she needs to know.
“I’m Caroline”
“Lena! I love your dress.” She gave out a warm smile again.
“Thank you. Anyways, don’t get used to Mr. Peter’s friendliness. This minute, he’s smiling with you, the next minute, he’s yelling. To be on his good side, you just have to deliver your job very well.”
“Thanks for the heads-up. I will do my very best.”
“Good, I’ll show you to your office now.”
Lena was given a very clean office, with the company’s laptop and one other monitor on the desk.
“May I ask you something please?”
“Yes.” Caroline responded immediately.
“Has anyone ever had an interview with this Mr. Ethan?”
“Not that I know of. Ethan is one of the few people we don’t know much about their story and how they grew to become so influential. That’s to show you how important this is to Mr. Peter.”
“So what happens if I’m unable to?”
“Let’s wait and see, but I’ll advise you don’t blow this up. “
“Thank you.”
“Get to business.” Caroline said, and walked out of her office.
Without hesitation, she began making research about Ethan. She thought it would be an easy job, not until she saw some information about who she was to deal with.
The day came for her get the job done. She dressed in her most cooperate dress, and tried to appear comely. Mr. Peter had called her the previous night to wish her good luck on her first assignment, and hopes she succeeds.
As she approached the Hotel, she became nervous, but tried to suppress it.
“You can do this Lena.” , “It’s not a big deal.”, “Be calm. It’s just an interview, okay.” She said to herself, and still manage to give off some of her smiles.
“Hello”
“Hello, welcome to City Hill Hotel, Do you have any reservation with us?” one of the receptionists responded.
“No, but I’d love to get a room here.”
“Excellent. What kind of room please?
“Ahmm, tell me about your room services, please”
Lena looked around and noticed the kind of people who were going in out of the building. They all rich people.
“ Everything to know is already on how website.”
“I’m sorry I must have forgot to look it up. Do you have like a flyer for that?”
“Yes please. Here” the lady handed her one of the company’s flyer to her, make her choice. She looked through the flyer for the cost of booking a room with them, while she was also looking out for Mr. Ethan or anyone who looks like him.
Suddenly, people began talking in whisper as the main door opened.
Her attention was quickly drawn to the young man who just walked in to the hotel. And as he walked towards her, she could feel her heart beating rapidly, for no reason. She couldn’t stop admiring everything about him; his physique is just too perfect.
“Hey” he spoke.
His voice sent a chill down her spine
The young man she saw was not alone. He was accompanied by 5 other men; all dressed in black suit, with dark shades and wired communication devices attached to their ears. They were his personal body guards.“Welcome Mr. Ethan, your room is available sir.” The receptionist said, and handed him the access card to his room. He wasn’t talking to Lena when he first spoke.“Good, when my business associates arrives, you know what to do.”“Yes sir, I do.” She responded, with a smile. “Alright.”“Enjoy your stay with us sir.” She added, still maintaining a bright smile. Lena and the lady watched as Ethan and his men took the elevator to the floor where his room was.“Wow, that was Mr. Ethan?” Lena asked, but wasn’t expecting an answer, as she was saying to herself. “He looks more handsome in person than the picture of him I saw” she quickly brought out her iPad, to confirm if he was really the same person she saw on Wikipedia. She had done a research to know about him.. “Oh, that isn’t M
Ethan is a complicated figure, with a reputation for being reclusive and eccentric. He’s a brilliant businessman and visionary, but he’s also emotionally closed off and prone to sudden mood swings. “Meeting starts in 30 minutes, get yourself filled up.” He said to his guards. “Yes sir.” They responded and walked out of the room, one by one Lena hands were already shaking, that she almost dropped the cup she was holding. “I’m so sorry. My name is Lena. I’m just a journalist, and I’d really love to have an interview with you.” She said, amidst her shaky voice and hand. “what made you think I have the time for that? Beside whatever you want to know about me is probably on the internet. “ He grabbed a cup his of coffee and began to sip. “Not all. People have said so many things about you…” Ethan cut in immediately, “Let me guess, I’m a bad person, huh”. “Well, I don’t believe all of that. So I’m here to hear from you.” She stated, this time she wasn’t feeling nervous. “Firs
Lena sat at the bar, her eyes studying Ethan as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows on his face, making him look even more unreadable. She had expected their conversation to be over after their earlier exchange, yet here they were, sitting together again, as if drawn by some invisible force neither of them could resist.He took a slow sip, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “You asked about my brother.”Lena’s breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up so soon.She glanced at the small notebook in her hands, her notes from their brief interaction scribbled in ink. “Let me guess, I’m a bad person, huh?” His words echoed in her mind. He’d said it with a smirk, but there was something beneath it—a challenge, maybe even a hint of self-awareness.“Yes,” she said carefully. “No,you’re not a bad person.But you don’t have to” Lena stuttered,finding it difficult to place her words rightly.“He’s dead.”The bluntness of his words sent
The air between them thickened with unspoken tension. Lena watched as Ethan tapped his fingers against the whiskey glass, his gaze distant, as if he was staring at something only he could see.For a man who had built an empire, Ethan looked strangely vulnerable at that moment.“My brother, huh?” he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of something old and unresolved.Lena nodded, heart pounding. “Yes. There’s barely anything about him in the public records. Just a name, and then… nothing.”Ethan let out a dry chuckle, one devoid of humor. “That’s because he doesn’t exist anymore.”Lena frowned. “What do you mean?”Ethan finally turned to her, his blue eyes sharper than before. “I mean, you’re asking about a ghost.”A long silence stretched between them. The bartender refilled his drink, and Ethan downed it in one gulp before speaking again.“He was my twin. My other half, if you believe in that kind of thing.” His voice hardened. “Then one day, he was gone.”Lena’s grip on her pen t
Lena barely had time to process the sharp tension that filled the air before the woman turned her piercing blue gaze toward her.For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was thick,dangerous, almost as if something unseen crackled between them.Then, the woman smiled. A slow, calculated curve of her lips.“Well,” she drawled, taking a step closer. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”Ethan remained silent. His body tensed just enough for Lena to notice—like a man preparing for battle.Lena squared her shoulders. “Lena Reyes.”The woman’s gaze flicked over her, assessing. “Ah, the journalist.” Her voice was smooth, perfectly controlled. “I’ve heard about you.”Lena raised a brow. “That’s interesting. I don’t believe I’ve heard about you.”A flash of something,annoyance? amusement?flickered in the woman’s eyes before she extended a hand.“Victoria Caldwell.”The fiancée.Lena ignored the offered hand. “Nice to meet you.”Victoria let out a soft laugh, dropping her hand withou
Later That Night…Lena paced the length of her hotel room, her mind spinning.Something was wrong.Everything about Victoria set off alarms in her head. The way she carried herself, the way she subtly asserted dominance in any situation, the way Ethan-powerful, confident Ethan seemed uneasy around her.Lena pulled out her phone and dialed Trina.It rang twice before her best friend picked up.“Lena? Finally! Do you know how long it’s been since you—”“Trina,” Lena cut in, voice urgent. “I need you to dig into someone for me.”There was a pause.“Uh, okay. Who are we talking about?”“Victoria Caldwell.”Trina let out a low whistle. “As in Victoria Caldwell? The socialite? The woman who’s practically royalty in the business world?”“Yes.”A pause. “Lena… what the hell have you gotten yourself into?”Lena ran a hand through her hair, exhaling. “I don’t know yet. But I need to find out.”“Okay, I’ll see what I can dig up.”Lena hung up and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor.
Ethan sat in his dimly lit study, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the flickering city lights outside his penthouse window. The meeting earlier had drained him, but it wasn’t business deals or corporate strategies weighing on his mind tonight. It was Lena.And the dangerous truth he couldn’t afford to tell her.She was getting too close. Too close to him. Too close to the truth.He had seen the way she watched Victoria. The way her sharp journalist instincts were kicking in. If she kept digging, it was only a matter of time before she uncovered things that could put them both in danger.Ethan took a slow sip of his drink, his jaw tightening. He had spent years building walls around himself, ensuring no one could get close enough to hurt him. But Lena had walked right through them like they didn’t exist.The night they spent together still haunted him. It had been reckless, a moment of weakness he couldn’t afford. But the way she looked at him—like she saw past the cold exterior,
Ethan leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the untouched papers on his desk. His mind wasn’t on work.It was on Lena.He had tried to stay away. He had told himself it was for the best. But the more he fought it, the harder it became.And now, she was in trouble.He had spoken to Graham earlier, confirming what he already suspected—Lena was too deep in this. And Victoria knew.Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. He had spent years keeping his enemies close, always playing the game carefully, controlling every move. But Lena was unpredictable. She had walked into his world, refusing to follow the rules.And now, she was a liability.A knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts.“Come in.”Graham stepped inside, his expression unreadable. “We have another problem.”Ethan braced himself. “What now?”“Victoria called her.”Ethan went still. “What did she say?”“She warned her off. But knowing Lena, she won’t stop.”Ethan cursed under his breath. He pushed back his cha
The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet of the night.Lena stirred in her bed, restless despite the exhaustion tugging at her limbs. The weight of Ethan’s words still clung to her—heavy and impossible to shake. Somewhere between uncovering secrets and unraveling a mystery, she had stepped too far into his world. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure she wanted to leave.But even in the safety of her apartment, an uneasy feeling gnawed at her. Something wasn’t right.Outside, the shadowed figure remained hidden, their eyes locked on her window. Every move she made, every light flickering on and off—it was all under surveillance. A phone buzzed softly in their pocket. The message was brief but clear,very precise:“Report everything. No mistakes.”A cold smirk tugged at the stranger’s lips before they melted back into the darkness.Lena’s alarm buzzed sharply at 6:00 AM, yanking her from a restless sleep. She groaned, dragging herself upright. Her body was exhausted, but her mind
Three days later, Lena stood outside the sleek, glass-fronted building that housed Victoria’s personal showroom. The morning sun glinted off the mirrored façade, but Lena felt anything but bright. Her stomach churned with nerves as she watched Trina stride toward the entrance, radiating the confidence of a woman born to be in the spotlight.“You sure about this?” Lena asked, adjusting the tiny microphone tucked beneath her jacket’s lapel.Through the discreet earpiece, Trina’s voice came smooth and sure. “Relax, babe. I was made for this.”Lena exhaled, leaning against her car as she watched her friend disappear into the lion’s den. It had taken days of meticulous planning to get this meeting. Victoria was notoriously private, especially with new people. But a few well-placed whispers about an exclusive, invitation-only fashion line had worked like a charm.Now, all Lena could do was wait.A buzzing vibration in her pocket pulled her from her thoughts. Ethan.Her heart jumped as she
The words on the screen blurred before Lena’s eyes.“ETHAN MONTGOMERY'S SECRET LOVER? SOURCES CLAIM SHE’S NOT JUST A REPORTER—SHE’S A GOLD DIGGER.”The room felt stifling, the walls closing in on her. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, her pulse pounding in her ears.Gold digger? They were painting her as some kind of manipulative schemer, a woman who had deliberately set her sights on Ethan for his wealth and power.She wanted to scream.Instead, she swallowed hard and forced herself to breathe.Trina’s voice sliced through the thick silence. “What the actual hell?” She snatched the phone from Ethan’s grip and scrolled furiously. “They’re dragging your name through the mud, Lena. Who the hell is feeding them this garbage?”Lena’s fingers curled into fists. “I think I know.”Ethan’s gaze snapped to hers. “Victoria.”She nodded, her throat tightening. “She’s the only one with enough motive to try and ruin me like this. She sees me as a threat, and she’s making sure the world
For a long moment, silence stretched between the three of them.Lena could feel the weight of Ethan’s gaze drilling into her, a mixture of fury and something far more dangerous—betrayal.He reached for Trina’s phone with slow, deliberate movements, as if forcing himself to keep his composure. His fingers tightened around the device as he scanned the image, the muscle in his jaw clenching.Then, with a sharp exhale, he turned the screen toward Lena.“Care to explain this?” His voice was quiet—too quiet.Lena swallowed hard. “I—”Ethan didn’t wait for her answer. He turned to Trina. “Where did you get this?”Trina, for once, looked momentarily stunned by his intensity, but she quickly recovered. “It’s everywhere. The article dropped less than ten minutes ago, and it’s already making rounds on social media.”Ethan let out a low curse, running a hand through his hair before fixing his gaze on Lena again.“You didn’t think to tell me?” His voice was still calm, but the storm was brewing be
The night air was thick with tension, a quiet storm brewing between Ethan and Lena as they stood on the penthouse balcony, the city skyline stretching endlessly before them. The world outside felt distant, muted, as if only the two of them existed in this moment.Lena had spent the entire day meticulously sorting through her notes, trying to piece together the missing fragments of Ethan’s past. Every avenue she pursued, every whisper she uncovered, led her back to one name—Victoria. Something about the woman didn’t add up. Her sudden rise in the business world, her unshakable influence in Ethan’s life—it all felt like a perfectly crafted illusion. But Lena still lacked the one thing that could expose her completely: Undeniable proof.And then there was Ethan. He had been unpredictable lately, his moods shifting like the tide. One moment, he was distant, cold. The next, he lingered in doorways, found reasons to be close to her, held her gaze just a second too long. Tonight was no diff
Ethan paced his penthouse, his fingers tightening into fists. He could feel Lena’s gaze on him, unwavering, challenging. Her words echoed in his mind.“She’s using you, Ethan. And someone just threatened me to keep quiet about it.”His gut twisted. He had built an empire on knowing who to trust, on seeing through people’s lies. Yet, he had been blindsided by the woman he had chosen to marry.Or had he?Ethan turned back to Lena, who stood in the middle of his living room, arms crossed. She was waiting for his reaction, but more than that—she was waiting to see if he would dismiss her.He wasn’t going to.“Tell me everything,” he said finally, his voice quieter than usual, but firm.Lena exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. “Victoria has a pattern. I found records of her ex-husband—a man who went bankrupt right before their divorce. And he’s not the only one. She’s left a trail of destruction, and now, she’s set her sights on you.”Ethan listened, his expression unreadable, but his pu
The atmosphere in Ethan’s penthouse was charged with an unfamiliar tension. He sat at his desk, staring at the city skyline, but his mind wasn’t on business. It was on her. Lena. The woman who had been nothing but trouble since the moment she infiltrated his world. The woman who, despite his best efforts, refused to be easily dismissed.Ethan clenched his jaw, rubbing his temples. It had been days since their last confrontation, yet her words still echoed in his head.“You don’t seem like what people say about you.”Why the hell did that bother him? He had built an empire on indifference, on pushing people away before they could ever get close enough to matter. And yet, this woman—this reckless, infuriating journalist—was slowly prying her way into his thoughts.A knock at the door snapped him out of his trance.“Sir, the board members have arrived,” one of his assistants announced.Ethan inhaled sharply, brushing aside his thoughts. Business first. Always.But as he stood and buttone
Ethan shut the door the moment the men disappeared down the hall, his fingers tightening into a fist at his side. His entire body radiated dangerous restraint, his breath slow and measured—too measured.Lena had seen this side of him before. The cold, calculated billionaire who didn’t let emotions rule him. But right now? He was barely holding back a storm.“Ethan—”“You’re done.” His voice was sharp, final.Lena blinked. “What?”He turned to face her, eyes dark and unreadable. “I said you’re done investigating. That was your warning, and I’m not waiting around for them to send another one.”Lena’s pulse spiked. “You don’t get to decide that.”Ethan took a slow, deliberate step forward, his presence suffocating. “The hell I do!” His voice was low, but it carried authority—the kind that didn’t leave room for argument.“Lena,you’re just a journalist.You do not get to decide what happens to me or my life”Lena refused to back down. “So what? I just walk away? Let Victoria keep manipulatin
Ethan's POVEthan arrived back to his hotel room in the dead of night. His driver parked discreetly down the street, and without hesitation, he stepped out, his mind set on one thing—making sure Lena was safe.He wasn’t sure what angered him more—the fact that Victoria had sent someone after Lena or that Lena had ignored his warnings and kept digging.With each step he took up to her door, his frustration grew. She was reckless. Stubborn. She didn’t understand the world she was dealing with.And yet…He admired that about her.The light was still on when he knocked. A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and Lena stood there, blinking in surprise.“Ethan? How did you find me?!”“You do know who I am,right?” Ethan said immediately,walking into her roomHis jaw tightened at the sight of her—hair messy from what he assumed was hours of work, dark circles under her eyes, yet still as stunning as ever.“We need to talk.” His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was anything but c