I thought Cameron had learned her lesson. I didn't expect her to try again—let alone with someone's help.It was a Saturday.Jean, Soleil, and I had planned to meet up at the Oriole.I'd worked overtime that day before rushing over in the evening. After greeting them both, I got a call from Lola."Oof. I gotta take this one. You guys go ahead," I said."Aren't you the busiest woman in the world, Tay?" Jean snarked.I left the room and answered. "Hello?""How are you doing, Taylor dear?" Lola asked.This was such an obvious lead-up to something else. "Aunt Lola, I'm busy. Just get to the point.""Okay," she replied, a little embarrassed. "It's about your dad. He's going to be imprisoned, isn't he? Are you really just going to let that happen?""Oh great. Here comes another one," I muttered."Uh, yeah? Because I'm the one who put him there? What, am I supposed to fish him out? And how exactly would that benefit me?" I replied, amused. "Besides, he genuinely broke the law. Mult
After a brief silence, Lola replied excitedly, "You mean it?!""Of course. Ever since I acquired these shares, trouble has followed me nonstop—even down to making these calls. At this point, I'd rather just liquidate them!" I replied.Lola ignored the subtle jab and laughed sweetly. "How much do you want to sell them for?""They're worth 10,000,000 dollars right now, but I'll sell them to you for less. After all, you're family," I said. "8,000,000.""Oh, that's a bit much. I can't afford that right now… Can't you lower the price? We're family, remember?" she replied, her tone laced with greed.I knew her family could easily afford it, so I wasn't about to budge. "I'm already selling at a loss here, Aunt Lola. If you think it's too expensive, I'll just sell them to other shareholders. I'm sure they'd be happy to—""Wait, Taylor! Give me until tomorrow!" "Alright, but not too long," I warned. "Otherwise, I'll sell them to other shareholders.""I'll talk to your uncle and get bac
Soleil chuckled. "Hey, just because I can't drink doesn't mean you girls can't!""That's not fair! It has to be all three of us!" I tried to persuade her. I was in such a good mood—I just wanted to celebrate with them. "You can drink just a few sips!""No, I can't do that unless…" She pouted. "You tell my brother and get him to approve it.""What? Why can't you do it yourself?""He won't say yes at all if I'm the one calling!" Soleil tugged on my arm. "Come on, Tay-Tay, I really wanna give it a try… Help me out here!""B-But… me?!""Just call Mr. Kenway and let him know. Tell him we're at the Oriole and that it's gonna be fine. I'll even get someone to drive Sol home. It's 100% safe!" Jean chimed in.I frowned at them.Soleil had already taken out her phone and called her brother! And she even had it on loudspeaker!Before I could stop her, Soren's gentle voice came through. "Sol? What is it?"Soleil gestured at me madly.I steeled myself. "Uh-hem, it's me. Taylor. Uh, Sol i
We divided the wine equally among ourselves. It was delicious but not at all intoxicating.As we were finishing our meal, I sent Soren a heads-up.Soren: [I'll be there in half an hour.]Estimating when he'd arrive, we decided to leave.Jean insisted on seeing us off, following us all the way to the entrance.Soren's car pulled up just in time.Jean casually sidled up next to me and whispered, "Spill the tea, girl. When did you two start?""What do you mean? Are you drunk?" I replied, feigning innocence."Miss me with your acting, Tay!""You're misjudging our relationship, Jeannie," I said sincerely. "I'm not even legally divorced yet. How could we possibly be together? Even if I were, I'm the daughter of a white-collar criminal who's in jail! How are we supposed to be together?"Jean fell silent. Even she knew the gap between Soren and me was too wide."Ren! Yoo-hoo!" Soleil called out as the car window rolled down.Michael stepped out from the passenger side and opened th
"Then you should sit in the middle. It's more convenient for me that way!" I turned, sidestepping her and pushing her in front of me.Soleil spun and shoved me forward. "I am not sitting with Ren! He's so gonna nag me again!"Oh my God, the embarrassment of taking turns shoving each other while the car sat there for minutes…In the end, I had to sit in the middle.His scent immediately flooded my senses—fresh, musky, regal.I gulped. It felt like the half of my body closest to him had suddenly been ennobled."Bye, Jeannie! Thanks for the meal!" Soleil called out.Jean waved back.The window started to roll up. The car was turning claustrophobic.My muscles tensed."Oh, that was so much fun. Jeannie meets the weirdest guys." Soleil sighed, leaning against my shoulder—squeezing me even closer to the other side…Before I could say anything, Soren suddenly spoke. "How much did you drink?""Not a lot! I could drink one more bottle of that stuff!"Soren chuckled darkly. "Ah, I s
I was pretty sure Soleil wasn't asleep. She had to be quietly listening in, waiting for tea…Silence enveloped Soren and me, thick with awkwardness. The air felt stifling, and I grew uncomfortably hot.Was it nervousness, or was the wine finally catching up with me? I tried to suffer through it quietly, but my back was beginning to sweat."Um, is the AC working? I'm feeling a little stuffy…"Soren's driver was a young man with tanned skin and a muscular build. He looked like a soldier doubling as Soren's bodyguard.He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, obviously stunned. "It's 22°C, Miss Jones."Shit. That was supposed to be the optimum temperature!Before I could respond, Soren added, "Turn the temperature down a little, please.""Alright.""Not too low. Soleil might feel cold," I interjected.Soren turned slightly in her direction and smirked faintly. "Your acting's not too shabby.""Oh, just get on with your chit-chat. Right now, I don't exist…" she muttered, her
As a consolation, they had told me I'd make a perfect lingerie model. They had suggested I consider it.Consider my ass! I loved money, but that was a line I would never cross!Besides, I'd already been harassed several times by creeps while working as a model. When Edward heard about it, he insisted I quit the job.Reflecting on it now, I had to admit—those days were truly wonderful. I stayed busy, yes, but I was full of energy, and each day felt like a fresh adventure. I never felt tired .I couldn't say the same these days, though. As the head of a company, I was constantly overwhelmed. Even spending time with my closest friends over good food and wine had become a rare indulgence.A single, innocent remark sent my mind spiraling down memory lane.In the real world, however, Soren was still trying to understand what I meant. "Your figure is somehow not qualified?""No. If I were, I'd be a supermodel by now," I replied.He fell into stunned silence, but I was too self-conscio
I let my arm fall in silence, and the coat unfurled on its own.I wondered if the previous conversation had influenced my thoughts. It seemed that the safety belt made them appear stronger and firmer.I really wanted to cover them with the coat, but I didn't want Soren to think I saw him as some kind of perv.In silence, I studied his face. He was leaning against the door, his elbow propped on the window, supporting his chin. I could see his Adam's apple sliding up and down.For some reason, I found it hot. It was manly. It even made me wonder if he was trying to suppress something.I gulped and quickly searched for a new topic. Before I could speak, his phone rang.Soren's arm—the one closest to me—moved as he reached for his phone. I made sure to give him as much space and privacy as I could."Hello? Yes, Mom. On the way home. She's with me. Right. We'll be sending Taylor home first, so we'll be a little late. Yes, you should sleep first. Goodnight."It had to be Lisbeth. Kno
"Good evening, Taylor." Soren's voice was low and soft.The way he enunciated his words made him sound so proper and gentlemanly. It was so refreshing that I felt as if the cold had left me.My mind started to blank. I suddenly realized I could not speak. In the end, I could only squeeze out lamely, "So… had your dinner?"He chuckled. "Yes. You?""Me?" I suddenly felt like my soul had snapped back into my body. "You really don't know?""Huh? Is that something I should know?" Soren asked, confused.Wait. So Richard didn't report anything to Soren after all! I had been fooled!"Oh… damn it," I muttered, smacking my forehead. "Mr. Rockefeller played me like a fiddle…""Huh? You mean Ritchie? What did he do?"I sat up straight and forced myself to calm down. Well, I started the conversation, so I had to finish it myself."I had dinner with that colleague after we finished discussing work. We were eating at a seafood hotpot place. Then, when we were about to finish, we saw Mr. Roc
When we were almost finished, I heard someone call out, "Miss Jones! Fancy seeing you here!"I looked up, stunned. It was Soren's best friend, Richard!"Mr. Rockefeller, hello!" I said, rising to greet him.He nodded. "Hello to you too."Richard then glanced at the man sitting opposite me."This is my newly hired General Manager, Jamie Young," I quickly introduced. "Mr. Young, this is Richard Rockefeller of Rockefeller Media. He's one of the city's elites. Who knows, we might work with him one day."Jamie stood and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rockefeller!"Richard shook his hand. "Likewise!"He turned back to me. "It's the weekend today, so why aren't you hanging out with Soren? It's the first snow of the year. People are in a pretty festive mood."I knew exactly what he meant. The snow had blanketed the city in white, and people were out enjoying it, taking pictures, playing, and simply reveling in the change of season."We met earlier today, but I have thin
When someone cared about another person, they were mindful of everything that person possessed. Even the smallest pain was worthy of concern.Real life wasn't like fiction. Most people didn't experience cataclysmic events or life-threatening situations. Thus, where else could we show our care and love, if not through the mundane sufferings of daily life?The more I thought about it, the more I regretted how I'd spoken to Soren. I really needed to apologize."Miss Jones? Miss Jones!"I snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh! Yes?"Jamie fixed me with a questioning look. "Are you alright? We can always talk about this on Monday.""No, let's do it today. I'm free today." I forced myself to sit up, holding the ice pack to my forehead while flipping through the documents with my free hand. "What are your questions? I'll answer them."This company was the culmination of my blood, sweat, and tears. And now, I had found someone just as invested in making it better as I was! How could I be a de
Jamie started toward the pantry. "What would you like to have, Miss Jones? Tea? Coffee? Or perhaps milk and juice?""Coffee will be good.""Got it."As he prepared my drink, I rubbed my forehead.To my dismay, I could feel the swelling! I quickly tried to cover it with my bangs.Jamie brought two cups of coffee over. "These coffee beans were gifts from a friend from Oz. Have a taste.""Thanks!"I took a sip.Before I could even savor it, Jamie suddenly asked, "Miss Jones, is your forehead alright? I think it's… swollen…"I gulped down the coffee and tried to cover my forehead with my hair. "Oh! It's, uh, nothing! I just bumped into something, haha.""It'll recover faster if you put some ice on it," he said, heading toward the fridge.This office used to belong to Edward. He rarely stayed in his office for long, but it was well-equipped regardless. The pantry, fridge, lounge, and bathroom were all included.Jamie found an ice pack and started looking for a clean towel to wra
The loud "thud" I made nonetheless startled both the people inside the escalator and Soren."Taylor?" he called out suddenly.But I was so embarrassed that I quickened my pace.As people entered the escalator, I pressed my forehead and called out to them, "Hold the door!"I dove into the escalator, and the doors closed.I breathed a sigh of relief. My heart was pounding, and my mind was still reeling from the shock.I couldn't imagine Soren's reaction to my "near-miss." He must think I was the clumsiest woman on Earth. Or perhaps he thought I was so taken by his confession that it had broken me, leaving me incapable of functioning properly.-I entered my office, and as I passed by the General Manager's room, I was surprised to see someone inside.I peeked through the window. It was my new recruit. He was working overtime today.He noticed me too and looked up in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here today, Miss Jones!"I smiled. "That's my line! It's the weekend, and y
Soren's gaze was soft and calm. After a while, he finally said, "I can wait. It doesn't matter how long you'll need. I can wait."I felt a bolt course straight through my veins. I could faint.Just like that—without warning or any plan—he tore down the wall between us and spoke his mind candidly!I had no idea what expression I might have been wearing, but I could tell my heart was beating at warp speed.How the hell was I supposed to respond to this? Reject him again or say, "Well, I hope you like waiting!"?"Look, M-Mr. K-Kenway—""Don't call me Mr. Kenway."I froze, my mouth still open. Just that interruption alone made my mind go blank.Soren got out of the car, circled it, and came to me.I turned mechanically toward him, my eyes wide enough to fall out of their sockets. I stared at him helplessly."I couldn't bring it up before because, firstly, you were still legally tied to someone else. Secondly, I couldn't tell if you liked me. If I made my feelings known too soon,
I froze. "Oh, I'm not sleepy!"And then I cracked a yawn.Soren laughed. "Just take a nap. It'll take an hour to reach your office anyway."Well, here were my options. If I chose not to sleep, this silence between us would feel awkward. If I chose to talk, what happened when our topics veered into certain territories, and we're back to being awkward again?You know what? A nap was the best choice after all. Even if I had to pretend to be asleep."Sounds good," I replied.I intended to pretend to sleep. I thought I could close my eyes and imagine some designs and arrangements for the fashion show in Medhelanon next year.What I didn't expect was Soren pressing a button and adjusting my seat to the most ergonomic position. I was reclining way too comfortably!I stared at him. He flashed a smile. "It's more comfortable this way.""Ha, okay… Thanks…"God, the embarrassment was killing me. Could you imagine what this felt like?It felt like we were a couple. A married one, even!
Lisbeth rose and simply said, "I've finished my meal and would like to rest in my room. Please, enjoy your meal. Taylor, please visit me from time to time."I thought for sure I must have offended her enough that this would be the last time I'd sit here. But instead, she extended an invitation for the next time!I was moved. I rose from my seat politely and replied, "It'd be my pleasure, Madame Kenway.""The pleasure is all mine," she replied, smiling faintly, before heading toward the stairs.Soren noticed I continued to stand and called out, "You can sit down now, Taylor."I looked at him with downcast eyes. "I'm fine. I need to get back to my office.""Hey now. Did what my mom said startle you?" he asked gently. "She didn't mean any malice. It was her way of expressing sympathy—she seems to think you've always been alone in everything, and she hopes you can find a reliable partner to weather the storm with you soon.""I know she means well.""Phew, that's a relief to hear!"
I breathed a sigh of relief. My eyes met Soren's, and he offered a faint smile, as if reassuring me not to be nervous.But how could I not be? The ambiguous tension between us—were we or weren't we?—had only grown more intense.I shouldn't even be this close to a family of such blue-blooded stature. I was no match for them. Yet, as the owner of my own company, I couldn't afford to turn away a valuable client like Soren. Social connections had become more crucial than ever.Having a powerful and elite friend like Soren was undeniably beneficial—not just for me, but for my company and the people who relied on it. This connection could open doors to endless opportunities and revenue.Some might see my actions as undignified, as if I were constantly accepting handouts. But this was simply how the world worked.It wasn't as though I was leeching off him—he was the one offering his generosity. And who could fault me for accepting it?Finally, I managed to calm myself down, at least a