The CEO's Redemption

Author's Note This book is narrated in two different years (2019 and 2012). Note that after every chapter title, the year will be mentioned. Please, do not get confused by the event of this book. keep reading, keep the questions coming as well. Thanks.  NB: KINDLY TAKE NOTE OF EACH YEAR THAT'S MENTIONED AFTER EACH CHAPTER TITLE. THANK YOU. THE EVENTS OF THIS BOOK TOOK PLACE IN TWO DIFFERENT YEARS/PERIOD (2019 AND 2012) PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THIS  PearlThe weather was drizzling as the clouds seemed to be in a sad mood. I stretched my hand into the rain through my window and watched attentively as the droplets of water fell on it. I smiled when a petal fell on my hand coincidentally as well. It must be from one of mom’s trees.  She had started planting those trees after her favorite horse died of an unknown illness. My mom had w

Pearl  Dressed in a black kimono sleeve top and a nude asymmetric pencil skirt with a black stiletto heel that morning, a few days after my encounter with Lucas Anderson at the school reunion, I was a woman on a mission.   I had to select that simple outfit so as not to gain too much attention from my father. I wanted it to appear as if I was going on a casual event and not a job interview as I had planned to.   I'd told my father I won't be going to work because I was meeting with a friend and he believed me. Whereas, I was on my way to get a job. Something that'll give me freedom from home. I've always wanted to get a job and stand on my own rather than rely on my father's job.    I've been searching for a job for over two months now and each time I ended up getting one, I won't be able to go for my interview because of dad's work and as a result of that, I ended up still working at h

PEARL“I quit,” I announced as soon as Luke walked into the receptionist’s office on the second floor. “Are you playing with words?” He asked, changing his direction and stopping right in front of me. He was close, too close that I could smell his after-shaving cream. “No, Lucas. I quit,” Lucas placed his hand below my chin. “It’s Mr. Anderson for you, you work under me now. Have some respect,” I gritted my teeth. “Are you deaf? Because if you’re not, you would’ve heard what I just said. I quit, I don’t want to work here or anywhere that have you attached to it,” Lucas nodded, staring into my eyes. “Very well, Miss Pearl Augustus. You can leave as you want,” I picked up my bag from the chair behind me and began walking away. I wouldn’t make the mistake of getting involved

PEARL “You didn’t pick up your phone when I called you last night, Pearl,” Lyla complained as she sat opposite me in the cafeteria. It was lunchtime and I arrived earlier than any of us. I wanted to avoid meeting Lucas in the hallways. “I was too tired to do anything, I practically slept like a log of wood after I got home last night,” I yawned, placed my head on the desk, and groaned, “I still feel sleepy,” I told her. “Why? What happened with Lucas?” At the mention of Lucas’s name by Lyla, I lifted up my head, brought out my phone, and show her the text I received from the unknown number yesterday. “Do you know this number? Can you check on your phone if it’s for Lucas?” I requested. I had that on my mind throughout this morning and I made the conclusion that it was Lucas because of the initial he used. Lyla wiggled her eyebrow. “Why are you acting surprised? You know I know you both know someone mutual called Henry and from the way you both acted yesterday, it is crystal clear

Pearl's POV “Good morning, Mother,” I greeted as I walked past her into the kitchen, the walk was at a quick pace as I was getting late for work. I needed to get to work by seven-thirty instead of eight which was the normal resumption time because bitchy charlotte said so. I picked up an apple from the bowl of fruits sitting on the kitchen table, I took a bite as I saw my mother glaring at me. I swear, I almost choked. “Good morning, Miss” She quoted and I rolled my eyes. I dropped the apple back into the bowl and that earned me a smack on the back of my head. “What the heck, mother? Why did you do that?” I yelled. Instead of responding she ignored me, removed the apple from the bowl, and tossed it into the dustbin. She turned to look at me while a hand was against her waist. “Why are you up so early? Is your work related to slavery?” I shook my head, not as a response to her answer but as a way of saying I was tired of listening to her constant sarcastic way of speaking. “Not