Third Person's POV
“I do not know why they will turn their backs when we did not even do anything wrong!” Diego said and flew his hands in the air. “Or maybe you said or did something that discouraged them from considering the project!”
"I also don’t know-“ the manager tried to explain further.
“What kind of a manager are you? You only have one job and that is knowing the whole information!”
“I am so sorry, sir-“
“You are so stu-“
“Mr. Montero!”
It was the cue to cut what he was saying to the manager.
Marissa has encountered a lot of insults from the CEO over the years. She does not want the others to take it, for she knows how it feels after being reprimanded. Both of them looked at Marissa who was approaching them. She meaningfully gazed at Diego who was squinting his eyes as if observing her. In the end, she avoided her gaze from her boss and regarded the manager whose eyes were already watering with tears.
Oh… it was like the first time in her job when she was accepted as a secretary three years ago. Emotional and sensitive. She would cry every day when she goes home and she gets to be comforted by her grandmother because of her boss.
“Hello, ma’am,” Marissa greeted the manager while smiling angelically. “I will be the one to explain the further details to our CEO. I was informed by the company’s reasons. You do not have to worry.”
Despite the manager close to crying, she managed to smile with her mouth closed. She was relieved that the CEO’s secretary was able to save her.
“Why would you when she is responsible for this mess?!” she heard Diego saying behind her.
Marissa almost shut her eyes, but she stopped herself to handle the situation wisely.
If anyone knows how to diffuse the CEO’s anger, it would be her. That is why the employees always rely on her when their departments undergo problems because she is the only one the CEO listens to and calms him at the end of the day. Over the years, it has been a massive effort to learn the ways of the CEO and Marissa tried to cope with it. Until she became calloused and unbothered by his attitude at work. She also started to satisfy him with her being flexible and a good, obedient secretary. And as time passed by, she got the CEO’s trust.
With a tight, polite smile, she turned to Diego Montero, glaring blazingly at her. She knows that look, and he won’t stop that if she does not give answers.
“I talked to the executive director of the company, sir. It was a personal meeting,” Marissa informed calmly. “He stated that the project was too risky, and after a long evaluation, they decided they will take a step back and look forward to another foreseen successful project but this…”
Diego furrowed his eyebrows. “That is impossible. The project is planned by the whole board of directors and there are many investors on this one! The executive director is being insensible!” he said.
“I understand, sir, but for now, the executive director has no aspiration to have a partnership with our company, no matter how good the project is. The manager did a good job in creating and sending the message. I read it, and it was a good persuasion.”
“If it was that good, how come they were not persuaded?”
“All I can say is that this is not the right time to expose this excellent project, sir.”
Diego Montero put his hands on his hips and turned his back on them. Marissa looked over her shoulder and signed the manager to take the exit of the conversation, motioning her head. The manager wiped her tears, bowed her head, and silently walked towards the door. When Marissa gazed at Diego again, his back still against her, and did not even pay attention to the manager who had just gone outside of the hell they were in.
Thank goodness that Marissa practiced being an ironclad in the past three years and refused to get burned by the fire of Diego Montero. If she could not control her emotions, she would have quit her job and find another one. What she likes about herself is that she never gives up until she is in the game.
“I also have something to add up,” Marissa said.
Diego faced her again with confusion across her face. “What is that?”
“The executive director had another reason, sir,” Marissa revealed, took a glimpse at the closing door of the office, and when she realized that there were no people anymore, she took a step forward and almost whispered. “He found out that his wife is cheating with the chairman. Your father, unfortunately. That is why he does not want to do anything to you and your company.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Marissa knows that he is madly irritated when he cusses. That is why she picked the rightful and acceptable words she would say.
“The chairman is cheating on your mother, sir,” she concluded and briefly looked at the floor because of sensitive news. “I have pictures that I got yesterday when I planned to investigate.”
Diego thinned his lips and glared at Marissa who was fumbling inside her bag. He waited for her to get the pictures, and when she got them, he aggressively took them out of her hands. Marissa watched her boss flip the developed photos. His eyebrows would furrow, his eyes glinting with fury, and when he took a last look at the last picture, he heaved a deep sigh and closed his eyes tightly.
“Ms. Dela Cruz?” he called her.
“Yes, sir?” she answered.
“Where is my gun?”
Oh no, she thought. The storm is coming…
“Do you mean to go to the shooting range, sir?” Marissa asked.
“Is it not obvious?” Diego said and ripped the picture before throwing the pieces to the floor. “I want to shoot something before I shoot someone.”
“I am afraid they might be full now, sir. It is closed to weekends.”
“I do not care. You are good at anything. Then do something with that stupid range, Secretary Dela Cruz!”
Diego Montero turned his back while loosening up his necktie to go to the restroom in his office. Marissa only took a sigh before calling the number of the shooting range they would go.
When it comes to his issues and needs outside the business, the CEO also relies on Marissa. Due to his busy schedule, he would need an upper hand to take care of his family gatherings, celebrations with his relatives, and other related matters. He is distant from his family, except his mother who he cherished the most.
That is why when Marissa found out that the chairman whom everyone looks up to was cheating on the CEO’s mother, she knew it would have a huge impact on Diego.
“I want to kill him,” Diego mumbled while he was driving his Aston Martin on the long highway.
Marissa felt a lump in her throat as she held on to the seatbelt while she was sitting on the passenger’s seat. He suddenly sped up his car which almost stopped her heart. She gulped and gazed at Diego whose nostrils flared up angrily with his eyes glaring at the road.
“S-Sir!” she exclaimed with a nervous smile. “You do not have to speed up. We might bump into other cars.”
“My dad had always been a jerk to me and my mom. And now, he decided to break her heart and destroy our family?!” Diego echoed and laughed his heart out even deep inside, he was in wrath. “How could he do this to us…”
A car made a long screech when he turned to the other side of the road without sounding the horns of his car. It made the other cars use brakes to make a way for him.
“Will I die early?” she mumbled to herself and tightly held on her dear life using the seatbelt.
Third Person's POV At last, they arrived at the shooting range where Diego purged all the guests so that he could be alone shooting in the area. Of course, it was Marissa’s job to appease the people who left and make them understand that it was an urgent situation.“What is your problem? Do you even own the shooting range?!”“I might slap your face for evacuating us!”“You look pretty, young lady. How about you come with me and leave that man you were with? How much for one night?”If Marissa had the same anger issues as Diego, she would have punched and smacked all of the people who disrespected her. Instead, she just bestowed a calm smile and polite attitude towards them. After all, she is just the CEO’s secretary. It is a part of her job to be patient, despite being disrespected.The bullets piercing through the mannequins Diego was firing using a pistol made loud sounds even though Marissa was already wearing headsets. As usual, she is only standing beside her boss who is bursti
Third Person's POVMarissa went to their bags so they could go now to the company. She helped him prepare the things before they went to the car parked in a lot. Her boss was silent the whole time while driving, and she could sense that if she spoke up, she would be thrown out of the car. They were in the middle of an intense silence until they reached the company and the floor’s office.“Mom?” he called the moment he opened the door. “Are you here?”Mrs. Margarita Montero was sitting on a sofa in the drawing area of the office. She only stood up elegantly when she saw Diego walking towards her. The old lady wore a white branded dress that had a golden belt which she paired with black heels. She also had golden accessories, and her brown hair was also flailing. If Marissa did not know that she was the great Margarita Montero, she would have thought that the old lady was a former model or a celebrity that quit showbiz for a long time. Marissa closed the door as she watched the two hugg
Third Person's POVMarissa listened to Diego’s mother as she explained how the doctors could not do anything to her health. It was too personal and emotional to be there, listening and watching, but she could not do anything about it.She could see how Mrs. Margarita Montero seemed so kind and intelligent, not to mention how she talked angelically with her son like her child was still a kid. She could sleep just by the sound of the lady’s voice. She suddenly wonders how it would feel to have a mother. A mother who cares for you when you have problems in life. A mother who would laugh at your jokes. A mother who nurtures your well-being and teaches you how to become a great woman.Sometimes, Marissa misses her parents, but she does not know how to feel when she would have been with them – because they were never there. The bitterness went to her throat, but she swallowed it, for it was not her moment. It is her boss and his mother’s.The secretary must have roamed all of the corners of
Third Person's POVBut his mother’s sentiments did not work on him. He just smirked and kept shaking his head. “I… I can’t do that. I don’t know anything about… stupid relationships,” he explained. “I only cared about my business, and how I could prosper it. Women do not interest me.”Marissa took no offense. What Diego and her have in common is that they are more practical than being flown by emotional aspects. They have ambitions to chase; a very complicated love.“I thought you were going to do anything for me?” Mrs. Montero said using her disappointed tone. “Would you let me die without granting my final death wish?”“Mom, it is just that…” Diego muttered and played his lower lip. "It is too much. I do not even know if I could love anyone.""Then does that mean that you do not love me?""Of course, I love you so much!""You can also do that for another woman of your life!" Madame Margarita said and held the hand of his hand. "Don't you get excited that there is a woman out there w
Third Person's POVMarissa gave the hot cup to her boss and catched him sip it. After savoring the sip, Diego took a deep breath and looked at her. “I want you to set me up with dates,” he said. “I want to find a wife who deserves me.”Marissa would want to lift her eyebrow because of what he said. This could be one of the times that she would want to contradict him. In this current generation, setting up dates and using online apps to find a match in a relationship is very common nowadays, but she would never imagine that her boss would also consider it.“Of course, sir,” she said and nodded. “I will research tonight and reserve dates for you."Diego smirked and looked at the air as if imagining things. “I wonder how the woman I will marry would feel grateful and lucky once she marries me,” he said and gazed at his secretary. “Don’t you think, Ms. Dela Cruz?”“W-Well, yes, of course, sir. She would be really… lucky,” she said with a papery smile even though she wanted to throw up.O
Third Person's POVMarissa furrowed her eyebrows and faced who was saying something behind him. When she looked up, her heart skipped a beat as she saw Brylle’s charming smile, hunter-green eyes, and cool, standing posture. She noticed that he got a new clean haircut; not the ruffled one anymore, making him more mature and formal, but still – looking so handsome.“H-Hey…” She found herself stuttering and reluctant with her trembling smile and awkward wave. “Were you following me?”Brylle Ferrer chuckled and stared at her.He is the long-time suitor of Marissa ever since they were in college. He liked her first, and she knows it; she liked him after graduation, and he does know it. The moment Brylle knows that she has feelings for him, the more he will bug her, and it might distract her from her work for her goal in New York. She does not want that to happen.“Nah, I also had my cart and went out for groceries. It might be destiny talking that we are also doing the same?” he said and m
Third Person's POV“Thank you,” Marissa said and gave the fare to the Uber driver. “Have a safe ride, sir.”“Thank you, ma’am,” the driver said in delight while accepting the fare from Marissa.She opened the car’s door with two plastic bags from the backseat. The apartment she lived in with her grandmother was near VC Holdings Inc. Maybe fifteen to twenty minutes of driving any vehicle.The night was young, she observed when she looked at the environment around her. People were walking around the streets with their either dogs or family. Vendors of street food scattered, and it tempted her.Should she go outside later and buy some?“I’m home!” Marissa announced as she opened the door of her apartment. The person she immediately thought of was, “Grandma?” she mumbled and curiously looked around the interior.“Oh, you already arrived! I prepared your favorite macaroni soup!”Marissa’s heartfelt relief as she heard her grandma’s voice from the kitchen. She sighed with a comforting smile
Third Person's POVHer grandmother squinted her eyes meaningfully and said, “I also found true love with your grandfather. I experienced extraordinary happiness that I have never felt in my entire life if it were not for him. He showed me new things, chose me every single day, and loved me unconditionally until his last breath.”Marissa intently listened, for she saw nostalgia in the sparkling eyes of her grandmother. Her grandmother added recognition to her situation while she was still listening.“And someday, as I pray from the God above, you will meet the most amazing man, who will take care of you, nurture your soul, and embrace your heart’s capability to love. Every day, from best to worst times, you will get through all that together. You would never feel alone after that, darling.”And even though Marissa used to be nauseous about ‘finding true love’, she chose to remember all of the advice of her grandmother while she went outside. She decided to get some fresh air and bought
Marissa's POVFor five years, I only wanted to take care of Lilith, my daughter, as we left the Philippines to start a new life and a new career. After my grandmother died last year, I knew that I had to be strong for the steering wheel that I had been controlling all my life to be steady. Grandma was the reason I wanted to live for a long time. Now, it was Lilith. "Mom, I told you that I wanted to play in the park with my nanny. Why would you not let me?" Lilith said as she stomped her little feet under the dining table.I turned to her while fixing the valuable things inside my bag. Her nanny, on the other hand, was helping her eat breakfast. My beautiful daughter was looking up at me while pouting her lips. Her hair was already done into ponytails and is currently wearing the dress I just bought for her in the mall."No," I said and smiled at her. "The park is too dangerous, my love. You have to understand me.""Nanny! Help me!" she said and then looked at Nanny Elisa. Nanny Elis
Marissa’s POV I could feel the discrete and watchful stares of Nica and Brylle in front of me. I was just staring at the hot coffee inside a huge mug in front of me. They made sure I ate today, even though it was not a lot. It already satisfied them that I had something in my stomach. “I know you won’t open up to us,” Nica said in the middle of the deafening silence. “But I want you to know that Brylle and I will be here for you.” My eyes slowly darted on both of them. They were beside each other and their hands underneath were obviously intertwined just by the visual of their hands together. The only thing that was separating us was the dining table. Currently, we are in the dining area in front of me. The night was still young. “I am leaving tomorrow,” I started with a lump on my throat, but my eyes are already tired from crying. “And I don’t know if I will be back.” “What?” Brylle exclaimed. “What do you mean?” “Madame Margarita was the primary reason why my contract with Di
Marissa’s POV“Brylle! Oh, my goodness! What happened to you?!” Nica exclaimed in shock.The moment I let her inside the apartment, Nica rushed to Brylle who was caressing the white plaster on his right cheek. She was pressing his wound, while he kept telling her that it was alright. I could not help but furrow my eyebrows at how they care for each other. I can see it. “Marissa,” Nica mumbled my name and stood up so he could face me. “Who did this to him?”I crossed my arms after I locked the door of the living room. “It was Diego Montero,” I answered. “I am sorry.”Her expression changed from a serious one to a concerned one. The moment she did that, I already retreated. I shook my head.“We can talk tomorrow. For now, you should rest together with Brylle. Spend the night. I already prepared everything in my grandmother’s room. You can use it,” I said. “I’ll go to my room now.”I did not let her speak anymore and turned my back on them already. I could feel her stares following me
Marissa's POV"If I could follow the contract, he would answer all of the hospital bills for my grandmother. I will also go to New York and have my dream job. In that way, I would reach my dreams and make my grandmother feel better," I explained."Marissa," he mumbled, and felt his hands on my shoulder. "Why did you not tell me? I could have helped you.""No," I said and shut my eyes. "I could never dare to involve you and Nica in my problems. You have done everything for me, and I would be ashamed to reach out to you.""Why would you even think about that? You are important to Nica and to me. If you didn't like Diego, you could have just reached out to us. How dare you think it would be shameful! Oh, goodness, Marissa. I am so sorry you have to put up with that situation."Before I could even completely react, he had already pulled me for a warm and tight embrace. The sadness and loneliness have already pent up inside my heart, making me sob against his chest as I feel his hand at th
Marissa’s POV“You said you wanted to talk to me,” I said coldly as I watched the stars above me with deadpan eyes. “I am free tomorrow. You can bring Brylle over. I will text where.”I heard Nica inhale sharply. “Brylle would be grateful to talk to you,” she mumbled from the other line. He said he wanted closure.”“I know,” I said and looked down at the pavement. “I also need that, too.”The silence stretched as we shared it through the lines of our cellphones. I bit my lower lip as I realized that I had just killed my pride by deciding to talk to Brylle and Nica. Maybe I was also too hard on both of them over the years I was friends with them. Nica maybe was right. I was selfish and self-entitled.The call briefly ended. My sightseeing through the stars prolonged and I was too drowned in them that I barely recognized how late the night was already.Or maybe because I was still recalling how Madame Margarita and I negotiated that I will have to cut my connection with Diego. Because w
Diego’s POVI played with the red wine inside my glass as Tito George and Ms. Zeana Tan were talking business in front of me. The customers inside the restaurant were filling my ears, but I barely cared about the conversations surrounding me. Only the words of Marissa were circling around my mind, repeating, again and again.She will never love me.She doesn't love me.And I should stop dreaming.Then were her smiles when she was in Palawan with me all fake? Was she just pretending that she was genuinely happy with me?“Hey, Diego…”I snapped out when I felt my uncle’s hand on my shoulder, shaking me a bit. He was furrowing his eyebrows at me and parting his lips, bestowing confusion across his face.“Are you okay? You look like you're occupied,” he concluded.“O-Oh,” I exclaimed and noticed that the both of them were just watching me thinking deeply. I had to clear my throat and straightened up while sitting on my chair. “What… Uh, I was not catching up. Where are we?”“We are talkin
Marissa’s POVMy eyes stayed on the cup of hot lemon tea being poured by the maid, but I could still sense how Madame Margarita was staring at me suspiciously. When the maid transferred to her cup, I raised my eyes to her again. She squinted her eyes, while I still instilled my deadpan stare. “I will still not believe that you intend to not marry Diego after you said yes to him,” she said. “If so, what made you change your mind? Were you scared because I did not approve of you?” “No,” I confidently said. “I was willing to win you over.”“You will not win me.”“I know,” I also agreed, making her left eyebrow raise. “That is why retreating to the marriage would also be a good thing.”“I see where you are going.”“And I also know that you are only faking your illness,” she said. “You don’t have cancer.”Because of what I revealed, she flinched a little bit and was motionless for a minute. She tried to not make it obvious, but when she tried to open her mouth, it was trembling. In the e
Marissa’s POVJust by the mention of Brylle’s name, I had to face her and slap her in the face. I heard Ms. Gonzaga gasp because of what I did. Nica ticked her jaw and held the cheek I just slapped. She glared at me. “Stop talking to me as if we are okay!” I whispered loudly. “We were not okay the moment you stabbed me in the back. And what did you say? Brylle wants to talk to me. After what the both of you has done to me?” “That is why I want to “But I cut her off again. “And would you also deny that you scattered rumors about me just because I married my boss? Did you enjoy the fact that the employees where I work are talking behind my back? Have you always been threatened by me?!”“Yes!” Nica inhaled sharply and widened her eyes hugely because of the frustration that was pent up within her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath tremblingly. When she opened them again, there were already tears pooling at its sides. “I hated the fact that the man I love was in love with my
Marissa’s POV“Thank you for your time joining me tonight, Ms. Dela Cruz,” Ms. Zeana Tan said to me when she dropped me off at the hospital. “I hope I did not waste it.”“I am even grateful towards you, ma’am, for choosing me as your company,” I said and smiled. “Is your husband not going to be mad at you for being late, ma’am?”She arched her eyebrow with a slight smile. “It is funny that you think I have a husband,” she said. “I am still single and not planning to marry anytime soon!”My eyes widened in fractions and panicked. “Oh, my god. I am so sorry. I did not know,” I said.“Don’t worry. I am not offended. Everyone, though, assumes the same.”“Who would not, ma’am? One, I think you are very beautiful, intelligent, wealthy, and successful. It is an obvious fact that many people would admire you, especially men!” I exclaimed.Ms. Zeana Tan only meaningfully smiled, like what I said was just a big deal to her. She stared at me for long. I wanted to avoid my gaze because she migh