“That will be all for today. Don’t forget the changes I made. I want a revised version on my desk by tomorrow morning,” Mr. Railway announced, his voice crisp and commanding. Everyone around the table nodded in unison, gathering their belongings as they rose from their seats. I watched him, the way his fingers danced over his phone as he typed—elegant, swift, almost mesmerizing. Everything about him was attractive, a dangerous distraction I couldn’t afford.
Swallowing my errant thoughts, I stood up, smoothed my skirt, and walked out of the conference room. If he was determined to act like that night had never happened, then I had no problem doing the same.
Back in my office, I let out a sigh of relief. For a few minutes, I could breathe before diving back into the chaos of the day. I opened my iPad, pulling up the contract we were about to close with King’s Publishing Company. They were eager to collaborate with our new software, but in exchange, they offered only thirty percent of the profit.
I raised an eyebrow. Thirty percent? That’s too little. Even forty percent would be more reasonable, I thought, shaking my head. Scoffing, I made my way to Mr. Railway’s office, knocking twice.
“Come in,” came his deep voice, calm yet assertive. I entered to find him leaning back in his chair, eyes still glued to his phone.
“Sir, I reviewed the contract proposal from King’s Publishing,” I began, standing a few feet from his desk. His sharp eyes finally lifted to meet mine, a thick brow arched as if daring me to waste his time.
“Isn’t thirty percent too little?” I questioned cautiously.
A frown tugged at his lips as he reached for a file on his desk. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking visibly. “That sly bastard,” he muttered under his breath. “He gave me two different contracts.” Slamming the file shut, he looked up at me, his gaze piercing. “Draft a new contract. Our share will be sixty percent.”
“Sixty?” I blurted out, eyes widening. “Isn’t that a bit too much?”
His stare was ice-cold, like a predator sizing up its prey. “They either agree to it or they walk away. We’re doing them a favor by allowing this collaboration. With or without them, our software launch will be a success.” His tone was filled with unshakable confidence, making it clear there was no room for negotiation.
“Yes, sir,” I replied quickly, suppressing the urge to question him further. “Any additional changes?”
“No. Now go,” he dismissed me with a wave of his hand. I turned on my heel, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as I exited his office. Working with him was going to be harder than I thought.
An hour later, we arrived at Garden Suites, the upscale venue for our meeting with King’s Publishing. The lobby buzzed with quiet elegance, the scent of fresh lilies lingering in the air. I sat beside Mr. Railway, trying to steady my nerves. His presence was intimidating, an unspoken command to follow his lead.
“Don’t say anything throughout. Just observe,” he instructed, his voice low but firm. “When it’s time to leave, we leave.”
I nodded, trying to ignore the knot forming in my stomach. “Yes, sir.”
As if on cue, a tall man with a well-tailored suit and a confident stride approached us, followed closely by a younger man in glasses. The latter looked like he was perpetually displeased, his nose slightly wrinkled as if he’d just smelled something unpleasant.
“Mr. Railway, good afternoon,” the older man greeted with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Mr. King,” Mr. Railway responded curtly, a subtle reminder that the man was ten minutes late. There was a coldness in his tone, a silent reprimand that made Mr. King’s smile falter just a bit.
They exchanged a few pleasantries, but the tension in the air was palpable. Mr. King’s assistant took the seat across from me, his eyes narrowing in what seemed like a challenge. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead focused on the papers in my hand. I will not be intimidated by a glorified errand boy.
“So, Mr. Railway, I see you have a new assistant,” Mr. King remarked, his gaze sliding over me like I was some new exhibit on display. There was a mocking undertone in his voice that set my teeth on edge.
“Things change,” Mr. Railway replied coolly, his expression unflinching. The message was clear: drop the small talk.
Mr. King cleared his throat awkwardly, turning back to the matter at hand. “Have you had a chance to review the contract?”
“Yes, I have,” Mr. Railway said, extending his hand toward me. I quickly handed him the updated file. “I’ve made some adjustments. Take a look.”
Mr. King took the file, his expression shifting from curiosity to disbelief as he skimmed through the changes. The color drained from his face when he reached the revised profit share.
“Sixty percent?” Mr. King sputtered, his voice rising in shock. “That’s practically all the profits! This isn’t a partnership; it’s extortion.”
Mr. Railway leaned back in his chair, a calm smile playing on his lips. “I’m sure that’s exactly what you had in mind when you offered us thirty percent, thinking we’d be grateful for crumbs.” His tone was deceptively polite, but there was a lethal edge to it that sent a shiver down my spine.
A tense silence fell over the table, thick and suffocating. Mr. King’s assistant looked like he was about to explode, but a subtle glance from Mr. King held him in check.
“We’ll need time to review these changes,” Mr. King said, trying to regain his composure.
“Take all the time you need,” Mr. Railway replied with a dismissive wave. “But understand this—our terms are non-negotiable.”
With that, he stood up, signaling that the meeting was over. I quickly gathered my things and followed him out of the room.
As we walked back to the car, I couldn’t help but glance at him. The man was infuriatingly confident, yet there was something undeniably compelling about his ruthlessness.
“Good job today,” he said suddenly, catching me off guard.
“Thank you, sir,” I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips. Maybe working with him wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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So, how was your first day?” Yvonne asked, walking into the kitchen with a paper bag in hand. My brow arched in curiosity as she pulled out a bottle of wine.“Really, Yvonne? Wine on a weeknight?” I teased, amused by her antics. She hugged the bottle to her chest like it was her most prized possession, her lips forming a pout.“Of course! Today was a success for both of us. I landed a wealthy client, and you survived your first day with Neil Railway. That definitely calls for a celebration,” she declared, kissing the bottle before setting it on the kitchen island.I shook my head and returned my attention to my laptop. Even though I had come home late from work, I still had a few emails to respond to before calling it a night.“What did you order?” she asked, rummaging around for glass cups. I had to admit, her being here to cheer me up was a blessing. She’d always been my biggest supporter. I wouldn’t trade her for someone else“Seafood boil, just like you demanded in your text,” I r
I nearly tripped when I got to the door of Mr. Railway’s office. “Keep it together, Vera,” I whispered to myself and knocked before walking in. Mr. Railway was at his desk with his coffee in his hand. He relaxed into the chair while his eyes were glued to his laptop.“Good morning, sir,” I greeted as I approached him and stood in front of his desk. He locked with mine, piercing my soul and sending a shiver down my spine. He wore a black shirt that hinted at the muscular build beneath, paired with dark gray slacks. His blazer was draped over his chair, exuding effortless power.“Did you set the meeting time with the press?” His deep voice sent a pleasant jolt through me, making me weak in my knees.“Yes, sir. Twelve thirty in the conference room,” I managed, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible even though I was gracefully failing.I watched his eyes rake over my body, drinking in each detail lazily like he didn’t care of I noticed.How could a man be so relaxed and yet so int
I woke up to the loud ringing of my phone. My head rang as I searched for it on my nightstand, wanting to get rid of the loudness. I finally found it and picked up. “What?” I snapped in annoyance, my eyes still closed as I rubbed my temples with my free hand. “What a nice way to talk to your boss, Ms. Maslow,” Mr. Railway’s deep voice exploded in my head making me jolt into a sitting position. I lost my balance and fell off the bed with a loud thud. “Ouch!” I cried in pain when I hit my forehead on my nightstand. Another cry left me as the pain shot through my head making me groan loudly. My eyes snapped open as I remembered I was still on a call with Mr. Railway. Embarrassment filled me and I was tempted to hang up. I covered my face in shame, not saying anything as I tried to hide myself in the silence. “Veronica?” My ears perked up and my fingers parted to let my eyes peek through. Did he just call my name? Like my name? “Sir?” my voice sounded so awful that it made me cringe
Sunday came earlier than I had anticipated and I was already in a taxi taking me to the airport. I couldn’t even explain how nervous I was about the trip. It wasn’t like I hadn’t travelled to places with my dad, but this was Mr. Railway. It was totally different.When I told Yvonne about it, she wouldn’t stop making up different scenarios and telling me about them. It was funny at first but later, I wanted to throw her out of the window. That woman can imagine unimaginable things.“We are here, miss,” the driver said, bringing me out of my trance. I grabbed my bag and paid him before stepping outside. It was just a trip for two days, so I didn’t need to take much clothes or other things.I was dressed in a pair of black suit pants and a brown shirt. I wasn’t keen on dressing up today but Mr. Railway had a meeting to attend to immediately we arrive at France. I had my hair tied up in a ponytail and I exchanged my heels for flat shoes. I was going to look shorter but it didn’t matter.“
The party was in full swing, a glittering affair of high society elites mingling effortlessly, their laughter and chatter echoing through the grand ballroom. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting fragmented light across the room like stars in a polished night sky. Servers glided through the crowd, offering trays of champagne and appetizers, their practiced grace blending seamlessly into the opulence of the evening.I was impressed. Even I, couldn’t pull it off at all.I clutched my champagne flute tightly, it’s cool stem grounding me as I fought the creeping unease breathing to choke me. The faces around me were unfamiliar, save for the occasional nods and greetings directed Mr. Railway. I was, quite frankly, out of my depth.“Smile, Veronica,” I whispered to myself, pasting on the same polite expression I had on all evening. Mr. Railway had been kind enough to introduce me to a few of his clients earlier, but I quickly grew weary of the thinly veiled judgements hidden behind
Boredom had led me to drink three glasses of champagne in the last twenty minutes, and I was certain that if I had one more, I’d be seeing stars. I could feel myself getting tipsy, and I needed to find a way to excuse myself before I embarrassed myself in the worst possible way.“Excuse me,” a beautiful blonde lady approached me. Her bright blue eyes were the first thing I noticed as she came closer. Then I took in her height—she was tall, slim, and had beautifully tanned skin. She was the epitome of beauty, and she knew it.“Good evening, my name is Adeline,” she introduced herself, her thick French accent adding a certain charm to her words. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure, trying my best not to get intimidated .“I’m Veronica,” I replied, suddenly self-conscious under her gaze. Her hair was almost golden, and I found it difficult to look away from her. If anyone had told me she was a model, I wouldn’t have doubted it for a second. I envied her beauty—it was magne
NEILI was furious. I wanted to punch something—scratch that, I wanted to punch that sick bastard in his fucking face. The only thing that was stopping me from going to the police station to beat the living daylights out of Aubert was the woman laying in my bed.“She may suffer a mild concussion because she really hit her head hard,” Dr. Kelsey said and my jaw clenched.I looked down at Veronica, her face pale against my dark sheets. My shirt looked impossibly large on her, swallowing her petite frame. Anger boiled in my chest again. I could still see the faint trace of blood on her arm, even after Dr. Kelsey cleaned the wound. That bastard.“She’ll heal,” Dr. Kelsey said, her voice gentle but firm. “You’ll just need to make sure she rests. No stress.”I nodded, forcing the lump in my throat down. Stress was an understatement. Veronica hadn’t just been hurt—she’d been terrified. And I couldn’t shake the memory of her trembling in my arms as I carried her home.“It will heal, I’ve trea
VERAI sat there, staring at the door that Mr. Railway had left through for the past thirty minutes. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t comprehend what happened. My heart hadn’t calmeddown and my mind wasn’t still clear.I swallowed and got out of bed. My head aches a little, but I knew I needed a shower if I wanted to let everything sink in. My legs nearly gave out on me as I walked to the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes before getting into the shower.The water was warm, making my muscles relax. I then remembered the incident that led to me being here like this. I wrapped my arms around my body, it was like I could still feel that man’s eyes on my body. It made shudder and I closed my eyes shut, wanting the feeling to go away. I could still feel his dirty eyes and touch on my skin.Then I remembered how Mr. Railway came to save me. How he had beaten the life out of that slug and called the police. A small smile made its way to my face as I remembered how he carried me in
VERAI spent the rest of the morning sleeping. It felt as though my body decided to shut down on its own. Honestly, it was worth it. I hadn’t slept that good in days and somehow, this felt like a vacation. A vacation that I needed. But unfortunately, by tomorrow, I’ll be back in the office, running here and there, carrying out Neil’s endless orders.“I really need to stop calling him Neil,” I mumbled as I wrapped a towel around my body and made my way to the closet to look for a swim suit. I didn’t remember packing any because I knew I wouldn’t have the opportunity to go to the beach. But you know, life can be full of surprises.Raising a brow, I stopped short when I spotted a blue two-piece set lying neatly on top of my clothes. How had I missed that earlier? Picking it up, my eyes widened as I instantly realized who had packed it.Yvonne.“She will be the reason I lose my job. How am I supposed to wear this without looking like…” I groaned as I threw the fabric on my bed and pulled
NEIL“Just because they’re from a royal family, they think everyone can take their shit,” Austin scoffed as he sipped his Bourbon. He was pissed off that his British client was being a stick in his ass. It was funny but I wouldn’t dare laugh because I knew he was pissed off.Being a lawyer meant he had to encounter people who wouldn’t mind if their pride would get them being bars for more than ten years. People like me.“Honestly, I don’t care if he rots in jail. Who the fuck rapes a girl and then forces her to abort the child?” he snapped and downed the rest of his drink with one go.“The duke’s cousin,” I stated and he glared at me, making me chuckle. “You what another whiskey or vodka?” I asked and he scoffed.He was about to say something when his eyes caught something behind me and a smile pulled on his lips. I narrowed my eyes at him, “What?”“She knows how to capture every man’s attention without even trying,” he said with a chuckle and, somehow, I already knew who he was refer
VERAI couldn’t fall back asleep, so I decided to return to my room. Grabbing my dress and heels from the edge of the bed, I picked up my phone and slipped out quietly.A sigh of relief escaped me when I finally reached my room. Tossing my things onto the chair, I made my way to the bed. Stripping out of Neil’s shirt, I stood completely naked for a moment before climbing under the covers.Oddly, the bed felt harder than his.Wait—why was I calling him Neil?I cleared my throat and sat up, running my fingers through my hair. From where I sat, I could see my reflection in the closet mirror. My eyes traced over my body—from the curve of my small breasts down to my wide hips.I’ve never been ashamed of my small chest, but almost every man I’d been with seemed to prefer women with more. It didn’t bother me until they started cheating.Funny how I thought Berlin would’ve been different. Even though he was an asshole most of the time, I thought he respected me. I really did.I glanced down a
VERAI sat there, staring at the door that Mr. Railway had left through for the past thirty minutes. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t comprehend what happened. My heart hadn’t calmeddown and my mind wasn’t still clear.I swallowed and got out of bed. My head aches a little, but I knew I needed a shower if I wanted to let everything sink in. My legs nearly gave out on me as I walked to the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes before getting into the shower.The water was warm, making my muscles relax. I then remembered the incident that led to me being here like this. I wrapped my arms around my body, it was like I could still feel that man’s eyes on my body. It made shudder and I closed my eyes shut, wanting the feeling to go away. I could still feel his dirty eyes and touch on my skin.Then I remembered how Mr. Railway came to save me. How he had beaten the life out of that slug and called the police. A small smile made its way to my face as I remembered how he carried me in
NEILI was furious. I wanted to punch something—scratch that, I wanted to punch that sick bastard in his fucking face. The only thing that was stopping me from going to the police station to beat the living daylights out of Aubert was the woman laying in my bed.“She may suffer a mild concussion because she really hit her head hard,” Dr. Kelsey said and my jaw clenched.I looked down at Veronica, her face pale against my dark sheets. My shirt looked impossibly large on her, swallowing her petite frame. Anger boiled in my chest again. I could still see the faint trace of blood on her arm, even after Dr. Kelsey cleaned the wound. That bastard.“She’ll heal,” Dr. Kelsey said, her voice gentle but firm. “You’ll just need to make sure she rests. No stress.”I nodded, forcing the lump in my throat down. Stress was an understatement. Veronica hadn’t just been hurt—she’d been terrified. And I couldn’t shake the memory of her trembling in my arms as I carried her home.“It will heal, I’ve trea
Boredom had led me to drink three glasses of champagne in the last twenty minutes, and I was certain that if I had one more, I’d be seeing stars. I could feel myself getting tipsy, and I needed to find a way to excuse myself before I embarrassed myself in the worst possible way.“Excuse me,” a beautiful blonde lady approached me. Her bright blue eyes were the first thing I noticed as she came closer. Then I took in her height—she was tall, slim, and had beautifully tanned skin. She was the epitome of beauty, and she knew it.“Good evening, my name is Adeline,” she introduced herself, her thick French accent adding a certain charm to her words. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure, trying my best not to get intimidated .“I’m Veronica,” I replied, suddenly self-conscious under her gaze. Her hair was almost golden, and I found it difficult to look away from her. If anyone had told me she was a model, I wouldn’t have doubted it for a second. I envied her beauty—it was magne
The party was in full swing, a glittering affair of high society elites mingling effortlessly, their laughter and chatter echoing through the grand ballroom. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting fragmented light across the room like stars in a polished night sky. Servers glided through the crowd, offering trays of champagne and appetizers, their practiced grace blending seamlessly into the opulence of the evening.I was impressed. Even I, couldn’t pull it off at all.I clutched my champagne flute tightly, it’s cool stem grounding me as I fought the creeping unease breathing to choke me. The faces around me were unfamiliar, save for the occasional nods and greetings directed Mr. Railway. I was, quite frankly, out of my depth.“Smile, Veronica,” I whispered to myself, pasting on the same polite expression I had on all evening. Mr. Railway had been kind enough to introduce me to a few of his clients earlier, but I quickly grew weary of the thinly veiled judgements hidden behind
Sunday came earlier than I had anticipated and I was already in a taxi taking me to the airport. I couldn’t even explain how nervous I was about the trip. It wasn’t like I hadn’t travelled to places with my dad, but this was Mr. Railway. It was totally different.When I told Yvonne about it, she wouldn’t stop making up different scenarios and telling me about them. It was funny at first but later, I wanted to throw her out of the window. That woman can imagine unimaginable things.“We are here, miss,” the driver said, bringing me out of my trance. I grabbed my bag and paid him before stepping outside. It was just a trip for two days, so I didn’t need to take much clothes or other things.I was dressed in a pair of black suit pants and a brown shirt. I wasn’t keen on dressing up today but Mr. Railway had a meeting to attend to immediately we arrive at France. I had my hair tied up in a ponytail and I exchanged my heels for flat shoes. I was going to look shorter but it didn’t matter.“
I woke up to the loud ringing of my phone. My head rang as I searched for it on my nightstand, wanting to get rid of the loudness. I finally found it and picked up. “What?” I snapped in annoyance, my eyes still closed as I rubbed my temples with my free hand. “What a nice way to talk to your boss, Ms. Maslow,” Mr. Railway’s deep voice exploded in my head making me jolt into a sitting position. I lost my balance and fell off the bed with a loud thud. “Ouch!” I cried in pain when I hit my forehead on my nightstand. Another cry left me as the pain shot through my head making me groan loudly. My eyes snapped open as I remembered I was still on a call with Mr. Railway. Embarrassment filled me and I was tempted to hang up. I covered my face in shame, not saying anything as I tried to hide myself in the silence. “Veronica?” My ears perked up and my fingers parted to let my eyes peek through. Did he just call my name? Like my name? “Sir?” my voice sounded so awful that it made me cringe