Anders could barely concentrate at work. He was worn out from a sleepless night spent worrying about Veil, wondering if she was doing okay. He knew she didn't want to tell him what was going on in her life, and that made him so frustrated.He felt the strong urge to take total control of everything happening in her life, but from the little he knew about Veil, she was a tough nut to crack.Julia, his temporary secretary for the day, came in with her iPad. “Mr. Roderiguez, I have with me a copy of your …”“Did I ask you to come in?” Anders asked, his voice too calm to convey his actual feelings.“What?”“It's a simple question, Ms. Julia.” His tone was getting harsher.“You didn't, Sir.” She answered curtly.“And why didn't I?”Julia was confused. The HR head had told her to fill in for Ms. Hart today and she had done everything to be ready for Anders questions, even looking up what he liked to eat. She was here before he came in that morning, and had even brought in his coffee, black
Anders brought his car to a slow halt opposite Veil's house and reclined his chair to wait. It was getting pretty dark, but she wasn't home yet, as the lights on her porch were off.“I still don't know what I'm doing here,” Anders muttered to himself as he closed his eyes, counting one to a hundred in his head. His phone rang, but he ignored it. Kingston group contracts could wait for a few hours. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next time he opened his eyes, there was another car parked directly on Veil's driveway, like it had every right to be there. His eyes ran over the plates, not recognizing it from anywhere.It was the latest model of the Bugatti Mistral. Anders could tell because he had one of those parked in his garage. It was worth 9.3 million dollars and only the wealthiest could afford it.This piqued Anders’ curiosity. Moving his gaze from the car, he checked the lawn for the rider. He wasn't sure if he had gotten out of the car, but the engine had
Veil was running late, and it had nothing to do with the fact that her alarm hadn't gotten her up in time. Halfway to the company, she had realized that she had forgotten her iPad on her bed, and had to rush back home to retrieve it.The round trip took an extra forty-five minutes, and by the time she finally got to the first floor of the Kingston Group building, she knew she was in deep trouble.Veil met Simon in the elevator as she rushed inside, her brain in a frenzy. She barely realized he was there as she turned on her iPad, trying to go over Anders’ itinerary for the day, while at the same time, trying to adjust her hair with her other hand holding her bag.“You look like you've had quite the morning,” Simon said, leaning off the elevator wall. “Let me help you with that.”Simon took Veil's bag, so she could have better access to her hair. She smiled in appreciation as she put it up in a messy bun with the band she always had on her, after deciding that it was the best she could
Veil stared dumbstruck at Anders’ retreating figure, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she should have just left the damn iPad back at home even if that meant appearing so incompetent. But at least, she would have gotten to the office early enough and in turn, would have avoided Anders’ wrath.But then again, she had a strong inkling that it was more than her coming late. It wasn't the first time Anders’ had gotten upset over his reaching the office before her, but it was never this intense. Something else was wrong, and she wasn't sure she was interested in finding out what it was.“What is the saying again?” she said in her head as she made the short journey back to her office. “Oblivion is sometimes bliss.”This oblivion couldn't be blissful in any way, and that would have only been if it had agreed to remain undiscovered. ***Anders walked in through the glass doors, barely noticing the people who bowed low in greeting as he walked briskly past them. This meetin
The ride back to the office was not uneventful for Anders, as for the most part, he replayed the covers he had with Orleans outside JK's building, counting the number of times he had to suppress the urge to hit him on the nose. Orleans was with Veil just last night, and there was no getting that away from his mind. She had opened her door to him as if it wasn't his first time coming around, and suddenly, Anders needed to break something to feel better.He had suppressed this rage so much that it was threatening to spill out of him in a rush.The driver looked at him through the overhead mirror, observing how Anders’ forehead was burrowed in concentration like he was trying to remember something or keep himself from remembering something. “Is anything the matter, Sir?” He asked.“Nothing is wrong,” Anders answered him curtly, ejecting every thought of the conversation continuing. He didn't want to have to talk about how nothing made sense right, about how all of these were based on a
A lot of things were happening all at once, maybe too much to pay attention to. Perhaps that was the reason Veil failed to pay attention to the voice of reason, which screamed at her to push Anders away and get the hell out of his office. But she couldn't.The moment his lips touched hers, she felt everything disappear. They were no longer in the office at Kingston Group, but at the same time, she couldn't decipher where they were. Perhaps Anders and Veil were lost in between time and space, where nothing else mattered other than the hot, smoldering kiss that was going on. At first, Veil felt her body tense up at Anders' intrusion, but that didn't discourage him. His lips lingered on hers, teasing and pleading with her to open up. The moment she did, Anders' mouth closed over hers, and she gasped from the feeling of his lips on hers. Veil tasted of vanilla ice cream and a tinge of strawberry, probably from her gloss. Anders drank in the odd yet alluring combination, tugging at her
“You look flustered. Are you fine?” Simon asked Veil as she got to the first floor, armed with her purse. The ride from the sixteenth floor to the first floor had been too quiet for her so much so that her mind had decided the best thing to do to while away time was to replay her kiss with the CEO of Kingston Group.“I'm fine, Simon,” Veil breathed, trying not to wobble on her feet. She still hadn't recovered from that intense moment, and she really needed to go home immediately.But Simon was still talking and she didn't want to cut him off.“Are you sure? Your face is red. Are you…”Veil knew he was just genuinely concerned, but she just wanted to be out of there. “I'm just tired, Simon. It's been a really long day, with Mr Rodriguez treating me like ….” Closing her eyes, Veil took a deep breath and tried again. “I just need to get some rest.”That seemed to have done the trick as Simon nodded and wished her a splendid evening. As Veil got outside the building, a red Lexus sports
June stared wide-eyed at her best friend, Veil, wielding a bat with so much ferocity in her eyes. She was still in her office clothes and looked like she had only just returned from work. When Veil had told her that her boss was a pain in the ass, June only just realized how serious her best friend must have been. “You aren’t supposed to be back until the weekend!” Veil yelled back, dropping the bat at once. “I thought you were a thief?”“A thief making toast and jam? Really? Come here!”Veil ran into the arms of her best friend, relishing in the familiar smell of her shampoo and perfume. She didn’t realize how much she had missed June until now when she was standing in the middle of the kitchen. It felt like ages since they’d last seen each other. “You look like you’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you,” June commented, holding Veil at arm’s length. “What has Kingston Group been feeding you?”Veil didn’t even want to think about work right now because then, she wou