Esmeralda I stood outside the towering building, my heart raced with nerves and excitement. This was my shot, my chance to make a name for myself and provide for my unborn child. Well maybe not a name for myself. It's just a secretary job. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as I looked up at the reflective glass windows, the name "Cancade" shining in bold letters above the entrance. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my blazer and walked towards the door.As I wait to speak to the front desk my mind wonders. My journey to this moment had been a rollercoaster, filled with unexpected twists and turns. Just when I thought I had everything figured out, get a job for the first time since high school and get out of Frankie's hair and enjoy my freedom, now life threw her a curveball. But now, as I inch closer to the desk, I know that this job is more important than ever. It wasn't just about a career anymore; it was about building a stable future for my child. "Welcome to Cancade. How m
JaxsonAs the CEO of the Cancade, I was always on the lookout for new and diverse talent for my team. So when Ms. Marcy brought across a resume with the name Esmerelda on it, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. I had never heard that name before in the city and wondered how many other people shared it. Despite knowing that most of the resume may have been exaggerated, with Esmerelda having told me she was a stay-at-home wife, I decided I had to know if it was the same one haunting my dreams and waking mine, so I told Marcy to call her in for an interview.That was a week ago and now I was sitting in the room connected to where the interview would take place, I instructed Marcy on what questions to ask, wanting to get a better understanding of Esmerelda's skills and qualifications. I wanted to hear her answers and gauge her potential for the job. Even though I already knew if it was my Esmeralda, I was going to hire her regardless.I watched as she walked into the interview room, and I
Esmeralda IThe rain was relentless, drenching me to the bone as I stood on the crowded street corner, desperately trying to flag down a cab. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, using my blazer as a makeshift shield against the unforgiving downpour. But no cab would stop for me, their red lights mocking me as they sped by. Just when I was about to lose hope, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The driver, a tall and imposing figure, stepped out wearing a chauffeur's uniform and holding an umbrella. My heart skipped a beat as he approached me, his presence commanding and intriguing. "Ms. Roth?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth. I nodded, taken aback by his familiarity. He smiled and opened the back door, motioning for me to get in. "I am the company driver. I've been assigned to you." I looked at him in confusion, but the sight of the umbrella made me realize I could finally put down my useless blazer. He pulled out his ID, confirming his identity as Anthony Ro
JaxsonTony is one of my men, and he has proven himself to be one of my best. That is why, despite his role as a driver, I have also entrusted him with the task of monitoring Esmerelda. It was a gut feeling, one that I couldn't quite explain, but I knew that I had to keep an eye on her. The thought of her walking out in the pouring rain, alone and vulnerable, did not sit well with me. So, I had Tony pick her up and take her home. And now, he will be her personal driver.But, as I sit here contemplating the situation, I can't help but wonder if this is really a good idea. Does it provide me with the opportunity to gather information on Esmerelda? Yes, yes it does. I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Is this really a good idea? I have no clue. There is just something about her. But this might be too much. I have never taken an interest in a woman like this before. I knew from the first night I shouldn't, but I did. I thought about her far more than I would ever admit. She was wo
Esmeralda As I step into the imposing building of Cancade Inc., my heart pounds in my chest like a drum. It's my first day, and the nerves are getting the best of me. I've never worked as a secretary before, my only job experience being a stint at a fast food joint back in high school. But I believe in myself, I believe I can do this job.But there's more to my anxiety than just the new job. I'm pregnant, and sooner or later, I'll have to ask for time off for doctor's appointments. The thought sends a fresh wave of worry washing over me. I don't want anyone to find out yet, not until I'm ready. The morning sickness has started, making it harder to keep my secret. I need this job, more than anyone could understand. My soon-to-be ex-husband, Billy, never let me work, kept me dependent on him. But that's in the past now. This job is my ticket to independence, to providing for my child, to a new life.I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and step into the bustling office. I can do
EsmereldaTGIF. I never really understood why people believed so heavily in it. Now I do. The week had been crazy, with hardly any time to catch a breath. What I had anticipated to be a one-off event on the first day turned out to be the norm for the rest of the week. I had been running around non-stop, preparing for meetings and then setting up the conference room for them. Mr. Cancade, my new boss, had a habit of recording most of the meetings, but I never heard him speak. Little did I know, all those recordings would turn into a mountain of work for me. I spent most of my days dictating Mr. Cancade's meeting notes and then sending them back to him. And just when I thought I was done, I would have to turn around and produce an email regarding any notes he made on my notes. It was a never-ending cycle, and I couldn't keep up. I wasn't the fastest typer, but I had a good memory, so I never needed to pause the recordings to catch up. But as the days went by, I found myself getting more
JaxsonWell fuck. There is no one to say she didn't see me. We kept eye contact till the doors shut behind my brother. Now she knows I was her boss. She disappeared as the door closed, leaving me with my younger brother who stood there looking a little smug. Fuck would she quit now?"You did that on purpose." I glare at him. I told him a little about Esmeralda, and how I didn't want her to know who I was. He being the most observant of the siblings picked up on shit I didn't want to talk about."Actually not at all. I just opened the door and she suddenly jumped up to run past." He shrugged. I can't argue with that because she does that often. And I wondered where she was going. I couldn't say anything to him about that, or even ask her because then I would have to reveal how I knew it was happening. Which was not happening. I wasn't telling a soul I have a camera placed to point at her desk. Just like I wasn't telling anyone I had one on her apartment main door. And I definitely was
EsmeraldaWhen the door shut I went to the bathroom. I was in shock as I did my business, baby on the bladder is no joke. I had to run. Once I was washing my hands I looked up at myself in the mirror and went through what just happened. I just found out Jaxson, the man who is unknowingly the father of the baby in my stomach. I roll through each emotion letting myself feel them. I need to otherwise it won't end well. First one is the fact that I need this job. I need the money. I can't have this baby still sleeping in Frankie loft. Using the shower for my needs. She says no rush. But her apartment is not big enough for two women and everything a baby will need. I sat and figured out a basic budget to help her while also saving. It would take three months of working to get my own place that would work. One week would not be a huge help to me, only her. I know she said she doesn't need it but I can't not give her something taking care of all my needs these past few months.Then I have to