Third Person's POV"Hey," the lady answered. "Ummm, yeah. The date was pretty devastating and disappointing. The rumors were true. Diego Montero was uninterested in relationships..."Marissa became active in listening when she realized that it was Lawyer Theresa Geronimo who was talking because of the mention of her boss' name."He did not even make an effort to look at me in the eye. He just asked basic questions, but that was it. It was just like a formal meeting rather than a romantic date that I expected!" the lawyer ranted. "Well, yes, the secretary was there. She told me beforehand that the CEO is looking for a wife. I do not think it was true because he barely even talked to me! Argh! This is so annoying, especially when he was just silent all the time!"What?! What does she mean he was barely interested in her?! Mr. Montero was even enthusiastic while he was checking the portfolio a while ago in his office, and now, he did not even try to know her more?! What is wrong with him
Third Person's POV"Isn't it your job as a lawyer to justify facts rather than opinions? Then I must say that you are not applying it in real life and easily judge people without justice that you work on," she said lastly before she turned her back and did not pay any respect. "Hey! Take back what you said! Don't you know me? I am Lawyer Theresa Geronimo, so who are you to talk down on me when you are just a poor, disgusting secretary? Hey!"Yes, Marissa talks badly about Diego Montero to her close associates, but it feels uncomfortable to hear absurd insults from other people. She knows him better, so it is only her job to contradict it when there is false information.When she got out of the restaurant, she instantly looked around to see her boss. As she walked, she then saw him leaning against the car door of his Mercedes Benz. He was kicking small rocks on the ground, serious and focused. She sighed before approaching him."Sir," she called him, but he did not even lift his head
Marissa's POVI stopped Mr. Montero's car in front of his mansion's gate. The guards who were guarding the gates became alerted due to their recognition of Mr. Montero's car. When I looked at him, his eyes were still fixated on the road. He was frustrated, I observed.I almost rolled my eyes. Why would he be the one to be frustrated when he ruined his anticipated date?"Sir?" I tried to catch his attention. "You are home.""Then tell the guards to drive my car inside," he said and opened the car door without even consulting me. "Goodbye..." And slammed it shut my face.What an attitude you have, you monster!Just like what he asked me to do, I asked the guards to drive his car inside the mansion. I merely contacted a taxi driver through the Grab App, so I could go home now.I am so, so, so tired that I vowed to myself that I will sleep. Even in the taxi, I was already yawning. I withdrew my cell phone and tried to call Grandma to check on what could be her dinner since I was already d
Diego's POVDamn, what was that?I blinked repeatedly as I looked at the screen where my secretary just dropped my call. She even raised her voice at me! How could she do that when I am having my crucial times here?Do I have to marry her or not?I paced back and forth currently inside my study with the storm of my thoughts. It was so silent yet so loud in my head. I could not forget how I was bothered by how Ms. Dela Cruz described me and how he memorized every good and bad that I had in myself. On the other hand, I must say that she does not have a pleasant socioeconomic status and position in society. It means... she is just ordinary. Her candidates were good choices, but they would only try their best to please me and exploit my marriage with them for their status to elevate.Argh, this is driving me nuts!I have to ask the expert.I dialed Tito George's number. After three rings, he answered and greeted me with his annoying chuckle. I thought he was laughing at me, but when I he
Marissa's POVI did not attend to my office work and to regard what my boss was thinking. As long as I submit my excuse letter for my absence at work, I don’t have to worry about him anymore. Not to mention that he is mad at something that has to do with me that I have no idea whatsoever.I have no time for him, anyway, right now. My grandmother is more important than anything or anyone. Nica has been a thoughtful, caring, and loving best friend ever since we were in college. She never got tired of proving that even until now we have jobs. She was also the one who I ran to when my grandmother was unconscious and who was with me here in the hospital. For the past few days, she always brings fruits and offers to help me take care of my grandmother. "Thank you so much," I said to her when we both went to Starbucks and purchased our coffees. "I would have died in a panic if you did not show up when my grandmother collapsed. You are one of a kind, Nica."Nica sipped on her coffee and pro
Marissa's POVI lowered my head and thanked him, while he merely tapped my shoulder and left me in the hallway. My hands clenched at the sides of the paper I am holding.The bill amounts exceeded my salary over the years as a company secretary. It is only for the rich ones; not for the poor folks like me. I had savings, of course, but I don’t think it is ultimately enough.But I cannot just let my grandmother die easily. It would also be the death of me. Who will be there for me if she’s gone? She’s the only family I have right now, and I can’t bear for her to disappear in my life.“Is it delicious?” I asked her while I was spooning her with the soup I prepared for her after the conversation I had with her doctor.“Thank you, darling,” my grandmother said and smiled.I stared at her while she was fixing the blanket. She had dark circles underneath her weak eyes. The bones of her face were already lined in obvious patterns. She has gotten so thin, even though it has still not been a we
Marissa's POV“Because I find my reason as confidential, and I find you not very caring and sensitive in everyone’s reason, sir,” I explained. “Am I not right on that factor?"He tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “You are only reckoning that I am a heartless person, Miss Dela Cruz," he said.“Are you not?”He did not speak instantly and thinned his lips. I remained unfazed and did not even regret telling what I thought.Before one of us could even utter a word, the elevator opened again and all of the people inside started to withdraw one by one, until the two of us were alone. I immediately stepped back away from him and noticed that I was chasing my breath. I was breathless when we were closed, and it was just awkward. I have to admit that.“I am not used to not having you around in my office, Miss Dela Cruz,” he muttered when he straightened up as if that was the truth he was holding back from himself. “I need you there. When your absence became frequent, I had to admit that I
Marissa's POVI hung my mouth in response to him. I actually did not expect him to answer that since it was too absurd and surreal. What does he mean that he wants to marry me? What about the list of perfect ladies that I prepared for him so he could pick whom he has discerned?Am I on the list? No, I am not! I am his secretary!At first, I laughed it off and then paused when he did not laugh like me. So he must be serious then! I dropped my jaw and started shaking my head.Due to the surprise I was still savoring, I found myself being dragged away by Mr. Montero from the elevator as there were next passengers who wanted to ride and we did not want to be nuisances. He gently guided me out of the hospital and went to the garden with the sunset to end the day. His back was still turned to me as he let go of my hand gently.“Mr. Montero,” I mumbled and blinked repeatedly, almost laughing out of fun. “What were you talking about? You want me to be your.... woah... do you even hear yoursel