To say that my day had taken an unexpected turn was nothing if not the biggest understatement of the century. One moment, I was depressing over being rejected by the father of my child and the next moment, I was signing documents that validated me as an auditor at NNT cooperation.
When Russell had said the position had already been occupied, I couldn’t hide my disappointment because I thought I had done really well during the interview, but apparently, there was someone who had done much better than me. Still, that did not mean that they needed the job more than me because God knows I needed that job, and that person whoever he or she was had gone and stolen it from me.
I wanted to mind my business and keep my thoughts to myself. Besides, I knew that it went against some sort of policy to disclose the information of employees except when extremely necessary but honestly, curiosity was gnawing at my insides, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I blurted out the question which I knew that I was not supposed to ask.
“Who got the job?” I asked, stopping suddenly in my tracks, and effectively causing him to stop in his.
“Excuse me?” He returned, looking completely clueless.
“You heard me.” I replied, and I hated how entitled I sounded. There was no guarantee that I was going to get the job, but I had been so engrossed in the idea of working at NNT that I had completely forgotten that there were other applicants who were just as deserving as me, and that was why the idea of losing the position stung so bad.
“Actually I didn’t” He replied honestly. “My mind was rather…” His eyes dropped to my belly for a few thoughtful seconds before he finished his statement with the word, “…occupied.”
As the realization of his words dawned on me, I couldn’t help but stare at him in shock and surprise. He was actually thinking about me, and my baby. Was he worried about us? And if he was, why? He didn’t have any responsibility towards us, and I was definitely not having expectations from him, but the fact that he was still thinking about me, even though it was just out of common courtesy, made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“So what was your question?” He asked again, distracting me from my thoughts.
“Oh yeah, uhm…well, I just wanted to know who had gotten the job.” My voice no longer sounded as confident and confrontational as it did earlier. Rather, it sounded more meek and barely audible now. I half expected him to shut me down and tell me that it was none of my business, or that it was against company policy to reveal such information, but instead of doing that, he looked straight at me and said,
“You of course.Who else?”
He said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, no care that my ears were literally ringing in bewilderment. I wanted to feel excited, be happy that I had just bagged myself a job at none other than NNT, the most prestigious organization in the state, but that was the problem, It felt too much like someone was playing a prank on my poor heart.
“What do you mean. I don’t… I don’t understand. I thought…” I stammered, stumbling over my words like a total idiot.
“Look, don’t overthink it okay? NNT needed a new auditor, you applied, you were qualified, you got the job, end of story.”
“But I…I didn’t even complete the last stage of interviews. I, I…” I trailed off, remembering how I had embarrassed myself in his office earlier, and why the interview had ended long before it even started.
“I’m sure Bridget must have mentioned to you that the final stage of the interview was pretty much a formality. I had already gone through your CV, quite impressive I must say, and the interviewing panel had nothing but good things to say about you so there you have it, congratulations.”
“But…” I tried to protest but he was simply not having it.
“Can you drop it already?” He started, cutting me off before I could say another word. “My stupid brother got you pregnant and has refused to do right by you. The least I can do is ensure that you have a job so that when that baby eventually comes around, you would at least have enough to take care of yourself and the baby.”
I could tell that he felt guilty about what his brother had done to me and he felt responsible for some reason, and although he was trying really hard to hide it, it was obvious that he was angry and upset at his brother, and I hated that I was putting him through all that emotional stress. He didn’t deserve to suffer for his brother’s mistake, and he most certainly didn’t deserve to be stuck with me and my load of baggage.
“You don’t have to feel responsible for me.” I muttered, moved to tears at his concern, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
“But I do.” He replied helplessly. “So for God’s sake just take the damn job and do your best, but don’t over exert yourself because I’d hate if something happened to you or to your…”He trailed of, glancing once again at my belly before his eyes met mine again. “Anyways, do you think you can do that?” He asked, sounding exhausted and given everything he was doing for me, the last thing I wanted to do was to offend him, and so I nodded.
“Yes. I can do that.” I said with a sniffle, wiping away a stray tear that had somehow managed to escape from my eye.
“Good.” he replied just as we arrived back at the office.
“Wait here.” He ordered, leading me towards a car and asking me to wait inside while he went to grab some stuff from his office. I didn’t know much about cars but I knew an expensive car when I saw one and Russell’s car was not cheap.
I sat upright in the car as I waited for him to return. I was so afraid of leaning back because I wouldn’t be surprised if a little bit of sweat could ruin his expensive leather and since my cup was already quite full with the stunt I pulled back at his office, I had to tread or rather sit with caution.
It took a full thirty minutes before Russell finally returned and I couldn’t blame him. In fact, I felt sorry because I knew that it was mostly my fault that he had to close from work early, probably leaving a ton of unfinished work behind.
“I’m sorry. That took much longer than I hoped it would.” he apologized a soon as he was seated in the driver’s seat, and I assured him that it was fine. I wasn’t even in position to complain so there was that.
“So where do you live?” He asked fixing his seat belt, and turning slightly to face me.
“Uh, clove avenue.” I replied, “Up on 13th.”
I wanted to tell him that he really didn’t have to drive me home but as he stuck the key into the ignition and started the car, my words got buried in my throat, and if he noticed my awkward sitting position I couldn’t tell because he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he typed my address into the GPS and soon enough, we were on our way.
The silence as we drove was so thick, one could cut through it with a chain saw, and not only was the silence loud, it was awkward as hell. I contemplated turning on some music just to lessen the awkwardness but again, I wasn’t trying to ruin something on his car that was probably worth a fortune so I kept my fingers to myself.
“So, the processing of your employment contract has already begun and they would be ready for signing tomorrow. So come to the office at about 8. Bridget would be waiting for you. she’ll tell you what to do and where you need to be.” He stated after about 5 minutes of awkward silence and I was thankful for the conversation because in all honesty, the silence was starting to kill me.
“Got It” I replied, just as a thought suddenly occurred to me, and as I pondered over it, I couldn’t help but be a little worried.
“Bridget and the other employees…” I began, not sure how to phrase my next question. “Do they Know?”
“Know what?” He asked, eyes fixed pointedly on the road ahead of him.
“Well, that you singled me out for the position.”
“Are you worried that they’d think you got the job because of your connections and not because of your skills?” He asked with an amused smirk, glancing at me for a split second, probably to gauge my reaction before refocusing his gaze on the road.
“Well, it be nice if my new colleagues didn’t undermine my abilities simply because I know the big boss.” I replied truthfully.
“Actually, you know the biggest boss. And if anyone tries to look down on you or on your abilities, all you have to do is give me a call and they might not have a job the next day.” I knew that he wasn’t bluffing but I didn’t feel very reassured, especially since I had no intentions of running to him every time someone was mean to me. More so, I would hate it if someone had to lose their job because of me. Besides, I didn’t even think I deserved such privileges. I had already troubled him with too much of my baggage. I couldn’t add more to the pile.
“But if it bothers you so much.”He continued. “Then you’d be happy to know that nobody knows that you have any direct connections to me.”
“Then how…”
“Turns out the board was going to pick you anyway.” He explained. “Like I said earlier, your performance was quite exceptional and apparently, I wasn’t the only one who was impressed. NNT would be lucky to have you on our auditing team.”
Well, that was a relief, and although I didn’t believe him entirely, I decided not to dwell too much on it. At the end of the day, he didn’t have any reason to lie to me, or to try and protect my feelings. If it came down to it and people started looking down on my abilities, I was sure I could handle my own problems by myself.
Still, I was happy that Russell was starting to cheer up a bit because upset Russell was not fun Russell. The whole conversation with his brother seemed to have soured up his mood and I felt partly responsible. But now that he was relaxing a bit, the guilt was slowly wearing off.
Eventually, we took a turn into my street and I suddenly realized that I didn’t want him to know where I lived. I couldn’t explain it but for some reason, I felt embarrassed, not of where I lived, but of him seeing it. A man like him probably lived in the penthouse of a luxurious building somewhere in the city center and in comparison to my beat down condo, my life appeared a little sad and pathetic, which it was, but he didn’t need to know that, at least not anymore than he already did.
I knew it was a petty thing to do but when we came by a small restaurant around the corner, I asked him to drop me off there. When he asked me why, I told him I was meeting up with a friend.
It was obvious that he didn’t believe me one bit but he didn’t press further, and for that I was grateful. Before I got out of the car, he gave me his phone number and asked me to call him if anything came up, and I took it, thanking him for everything even though I had absolutely no intention of ever calling him.
That night, I could barely sleep out of excitement about my new job, and the sun was barely up before I started preparing for my first day. I picked my best outfit and then changed three times before I finally settled on the perfect one. Like Russell had promised, Bridget was waiting for me as soon as I arrived at the head office and she was really kind as she gave me document after document to sign. I climbed several flight of stairs, visiting several offices in order to register in all the necessary departments, and that process was not fun. I spent the most time with HR and accounts and I really couldn’t wait for it all to be over.
I honestly expected the process to be a little less tedious but by the time I was done filling the last few forms, I was about ready to head home because to say I was exhausted was a massive understatement.
Unfortunately, Bridget informed me that I had one last stop which was to have my photo taken for my ID. As I followed her to the photo room, I knew for a fact that my picture was going to turn out terrible because of the exhaustion but since I had no choice, I conjured my best camera-worthy smile and hoped for the best.
I was told I could start work proper the next day, and as I exited the NNT building, all I could think about was falling on my bed and getting a well deserved rest because damn if I didn’t deserve it.
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Russell's pov. "What do you mean the date of the shareholder's meeting has been moved up by three weeks?" "It means exactly that son" My dad replied on the phone, sounding totally calm and unaffected by this new development even though that was the exact opposite ofbeverything i was feeling. "But that doesn't make any sense? I argued. "What's the rush?" "The chairman of the board just got booked for a kidney transplant earlier than ecpected so he has to travel to be with his family in order to prepare for his surgery." "But that's not fair." I lamented. Two months were barely enough for me to get married and now i barely even had one? "Why can't the meeting be postponed until after his surgery. I can be acting CEO until he returns." I suggested selfishly, knowing fully well that i would be left with more time to go wife hunting. "It's already been decided son. We all took votes and this was the outcome, which means that there is nothing you, me or anyone can do about it. So i
Russell's pov. I sat in my office, staring at my phone for a good thirty minutes while trying to compose the perfect text to send to Elisa, and everytime i came up with something, i somehow managed to find it unworthy and promptly deleted it. After that day when i rushed her to the hospital, i had ensured that she saved my number on her phone, and even though she was still adamant about not giving me a call, i had to make sure that she would at least pick up when i called since apparently, she wasn't in the habit of taking calls from unknown numbers. My plan was simple. invite her to my office, tell her about my proposal, give her the contract and make her sign it. The only problem was that the more i thoght about my plan, the more unreasonable it sounded. First of all, there was no way i could simply summon her to my office without raising questioning eyebrows, and that was exactly the kind of attention that she didn't need, not if she wanted to remain valued and relevant at h
Detective Jameson's eyes narrowed as he watched Charlie being handcuffed and led away. The confession had come unexpectedly, but the motive was all too familiar. "Revenge," he muttered to his partner. "The oldest motive in the book." Rodriguez, Jameson's partner shook her head. "Family dynamics can be toxic. Brothers, especially." As Charlie was taken into custody, Elisa finally felt a sense of closure. Her daughter, Emily, was safe, and the kidnapper had been caught. But the truth was harder to swallow. Charlie, her husband's brother abd the man whom she had once thought of soending her life with had orchestrated the kidnapping. "It was all about revenge," Charlie spat during the interrogation. " He took everything from me – our parents' attention, the family business... He left me with nothing." Jameson's expression remained stoic. "And you thought kidnapping an innocent child would even the score?" Charlie's eyes flashed with anger. "You don't understand. Russellalways got e
“What are you doing here?” He asked, composing himself and trying to pretend like he wasn’t affected by my presence but I could see through his charade. He wa spanicking a lot and although he thought that his hideout had been pretty secure, here i was standing right there in the flesh. Still, he couldn't show his fears or he was going to appear guilty.“What do you mean?” I came to see you.” I replied, pretending to play his game.“Cut the crap Russ. What are you doing here and how the fuck did you find me?”“What can i say? I was just passing by. i mean i was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by to say hello to my only brother.”At my words, he huffed and went over to his bedside to put on his shirt, and boxers on pretending to ignore me."Are you going to stand there and watch me get dressed?" He asked probably in a bid to get rid of me."Its nothing i've not seen before so you can relax."Charlie sighed in frustration at my adamancy.“Well, you’ve said hello now so you can
I had faced a lot of challenges in my life. I mean, that was avoidable considering what i had achieved. No great achievement came without challenges and I was proud to say that I was fairly successful myself. I also prided myself in the knowledge that I was a troubleshooter and a problem solver. I always had an idea on how to get out of complicated situations, and if i couldn't get an answer right away, all i had to do was sleep over it and come morning, I'd have a solution on my hand.But two days had passed and I was yet to discover a solution to my most prominent life problem. My daughter was missing and I had no idea where she was or where to look. With every passing day, I felt as though the very world in which I live d was crumbling in on me and I simply felt suffocated and helpless. The police had no leads and the one sure lead I had; they were not giving me the go ahead to look into. They weren’t looking into it themselves either or at least they weren’t look into it fast eno
“But according to Miss. Jones’ statement,” The judge continued. “It appears that she told you that she was pregnant but you refused to acknowledge it and rather accused her of lying.”“That’s true your honor.” Charlie agreed. “But in my defense, the first time she told me about her pregnancy, she called me through my brother’s phone. Now prior to the time, she and my brother Russell had never met before. In fact, I had never even told her that I had a brother, so it didn’t make sense to me that she was calling me from his phone. I took it as it was a prank planned by my brother seeing as my brother and I often play such pranks on each other.”Wow, Charlie was really going in for the kill with his calculated lies and fabricated lines. I never knew he had it in him, but then again, he had enough money to hire the best lawyers to give him legal advice. But unfortunately for him, our lawyers were just as good, maybe even better, and that is why he was bound to lose.“You claim that you lo
As expected, the news that Charlie was suing for custody spread like wildfire. In less than 24 hours, media houses had carried the news. Social media hashtags were eating this up and even my family and friends somehow got a wind of the situation. My phone was constantly pinging with calls and texts and calls and Russell’s phone was honesty not any different. At this point, I had still not gotten around to telling my parents the real story behind how Russell and I met and the circumstances surrounding our marriage so when I received a call from them as well, my anxiety creeped in. I thought about ignoring them for a little while longer, just until I could gather my thoughts and gains dome courage, but with the issue of Emily’s paternity being debated, I knew that there was no more hiding it from them. So the very next day, I got on a flight and flew home. Russell offered to go with me and knowing how much I hated flying, I honestly wished he could accompany me. Him holding my hand duri
Elisa’s POV“…And you should have seen April’s face. She looked like someone who had swallowed a turtle shell. And Amy, she was so horrified, she couldn’t even bring herself to say hello to me. Apparently, they hadn’t been expecting me to show up as soon as I did. They thought that I’ll take at least a couple of days off, giving them enough time to recuperate and get used to the latest developments.” I said laughing. After the close of work, I decided to use my evening to give Russell a recap of my day and apparently he had some pretty satisfying stories to share as well.“I thought you said Amy was the nicer one?” He asked, fully invested in my story. “How comes she is the one who couldn’t stand to speak to you." “Honestly, she and Amy switch up on most days and I can hardly choose which of them I prefer. I think that they both have their moments.”“Hmmm.” Russell replied thoughtfully. “I Can’t even tell them apart honestly. They look exactly the same to me.”“No they do not.” I rep
Elisa’s POV\I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my eyes for that matter.I was standing in the center of our living room, staring at the massive LED screen that served as a television in our home. I was already on my way to work that morning but I was forced to stop and take a closer look because of what was showing on the screen, or rather who was showing. A gasp of surprise left my throat as I realized the scene that was playing before me. My mouth fell open without me even realizing it, and even after realizing, I couldn’t bring myself to pick it back up.On the screen, Russell was sitting in an interview segment with one of the most popular TV shows in the city while looking as fabulous as always in his signature three piece although this time, it was a dark shade of maroon red and an auburn tie. His lean legs were crossed leisurely in front of him and he sat with an air of confidence that was peculiar to him. He was the guest on the show but yet somehow, he managed to look like he ow
Russell's POV I sat still, criss legged at the tv station as I waited for everything to be sorted out. Skipping work on a day like this may seem like a bad idea to a regular onlookers, and they'd probably be right considering everything that was going on. An emergency board meeting had been scheduled in line with the new information that my beloved brother had been so kind to release to the public. Logically speaking, I was supposed to be seated with my lawyers, buried in a mountain of paperwork, trying to find loopholes in my grandfather's will that allowed my contracted marriage to Elisa. As expected, Charlie was the leader of the team seeking to bring me down and their argument was that I had not fulfilled grandfather's conditions in honesty and hence didn't deserve the position of CEO. The board was meeting today to come up with a final decision, but rather than getting ready, here I was, waiting for a TV segment interview which most might consider unimportant, while
“Are you really married to CEO Russell?”“Was it really a contract marriage?”“Are you two getting divorced soon as per the details of the contract?’’“Has he paid you the settlement money?”“Are you really asking for more money than was agreed in the initial contract?”“Did you really seduce him and trap him with a pregnancy?”“Who is the real father of your child?”“Are you a gold digger who is only with Russell for his money, and fame?”The questions were endless, all of them unkind, and for some reason they all seemed to be directed my direction and my direction alone as if I was some kind of villain in my own love story. It was all so fucking ridiculous. Like, why was I getting stabbed with all the shards of glass, like everything was my fault. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want Russell receiving any heat, but I also didn’t feel like I deserved any either. If anything I felt like I was supposed to be comforted and consoled, especially since my only offence was falling in love with