Chapter 2: A Pleasant Surprise

A few months later, Mr Ronald Bowie took the gracious initiative of devoting six months to educating me on the intricacies of operating a business successfully, excelling in the industry, and achieving financial prosperity in a remarkably short time. Ronald recognised my exceptional aptitude for absorbing knowledge swiftly and my unwavering determination to excel in my work. I have always clearly distinguished between personal matters and my professional pursuits, ensuring that my challenges never impede my commitment to delivering outstanding results. I take great pride in satisfying Ronald's high standards, especially concerning matters of business and finance, which are dear to his heart.

In contrast to others who often require a year or more of instruction to grasp even the simplest concepts, my compatibility with the learning process stood out to Ronald. He found immense satisfaction in his influence over me, revelling in my readiness to promptly act upon his directives without hesitation or inquiry.

Once Ronald discovered my ability to thrive independently, an extraordinary idea began to form in his mind. He decided to entrust me with the sole operation of the business for a few months, promising that if I managed to impress him with my achievements, he would transfer the company's ownership under my name. This meant that I would stand on my own, independent of him. Ronald initially anticipated that it would take me six months to meet his lofty expectations. However, to his astonishment, it took me just a single month to surpass his wildest imagination. In that short span of time, I impressed Ronald immensely, driving the business to generate a remarkable 10% increase in revenue compared to its typical monthly performance. The reputation of Ma Maison est ta Madison, our interior design company, spread far and wide, drawing the attention of clientele from across the country. As the six-month mark approached, Ronald faced a momentous decision.

With careful consideration, Ronald acknowledged that the time had come to hand over the company's reins to me. He meticulously planned the details, ensuring that the momentous occasion would be even more special by coinciding with my birthday on October 4th.

*****

As I sat in my office, allowing the tension to dissolve while engrossed in planning the sleek design sketches for a modern house project, an unexpected visitor arrived—none other than Mr Ronald Bowie himself, as was often his custom, being the owner of the business.

"Good morning, my darling. I see how tirelessly you work to generate prosperity for us," Ronald declared, casually strolling into my office and taking a seat at the table where I was immersed in my work.

"Yes, Sir. I always push myself to the limit. May I ask what brings you here?" I replied, mustering a polite smile on my face, though deep down, I anticipated some distressing news. Either a client was dissatisfied with their house design or Ronald wished to discuss financial matters. Rarely did he visit my office to deliver good news. His presence often signalled a problem that required my immediate attention. It frustrated me, as it felt like I was solely responsible for resolving issues within the company.

"Why is he here? He only comes when there are meetings or problems to address. It drives me crazy because I have to rectify those problems as if I'm the only one working in this company," my inner voice grumbled.

"Dear, I came to whisk you away for a delightful lunch. You've been toiling all day, and you deserve some rest," Ronald announced, surprising me. Such kindness from him was rare. When those words left his lips, it almost felt like a dream.

"You're right, Sir. I could use some rest. However, I have

 a new client with an expansive property. I need to present my comprehensive plans for the house today at 5 pm so that they can be approved before my team and I commence our work. I'm afraid I can't join you, but I appreciate the offer," I responded, returning my attention to my work. However, Ronald swiftly snatched the pencil from my hand.

"Is being an interior designer causing you problems?" he asked, his face tightening.

"No, sir. I've always aspired to be an interior designer, and you have given me the opportunity to work hard and excel. If it entails long hours of work, so be it," I explained, reflecting on my humble beginnings before attaining success.

"My sweetheart, you do no need to worry about anything. The business is yours. Let's continue making great profits together."

Ronald's words elicited laughter from both of us. Yet, I couldn't fully grasp the weight of his statement. He often made light of serious matters, so I didn't take his claim seriously.

"Sir, I know I work for you, and if we want to continue prospering, let me do my job. I'll see you at home," I said, adding a playful tone to the word "home." Ronald chuckled and walked out, instructing his bodyguard to summon the driver and bring the cars to the front.

"Honey, don't fret about your meeting. I've got it covered," he assured me, and I smiled, knowing I wouldn't win this time. Ronald possessed an uncanny ability to persuade me into an agreement. Though challenging, I couldn't help but admire his determination. It was a testament to his deep-rooted emotions for me, which he struggled to express. From the very first day he laid eyes on me, he fell head over heels in love. And even now, that passion burns with the same intensity.

Love—an inexplicable force that defies all comprehension. It transformed Ronald, compelling him to become a better person. The enchanting power I possess leaves his world spinning. The way he feels in my presence, the joy that lights up every face when I enter a room—it's a phenomenon he cannot fully comprehend. My ability to connect with others, the amiability that radiates from me, surpasses anything he has ever witnessed. He treasures how I laugh even at his silliest jokes and make him feel things he has never experienced with anyone else. I am different, a remarkable departure from the women who preceded me in his life.

"I will only accompany you if you promise to refrain from visiting my office with problems or concerns regarding our clients. I am in charge, remember?"

"Alright, my lady, but you're pushing it. I will agree on the condition that you join me."

"Deal."

"Divine's Thoughts"

"I wonder where Ronald plans to take me. Every time we're together, it's either work or back to his apartment. It has never reached a point of intimacy or anything more personal. It's always business and nothing else. His invitation to lunch puzzles me because I find it hard to trust him. I've heard rumours about him, so putting my trust in him will require a different approach. I hope wherever he takes me; it's a safe and legitimate place, free from any involvement in shady activities like drugs or human trafficking."

A few months later, Mr Ronald Bowie took the gracious initiative of devoting six months to educating me on the intricacies of operating a business successfully, excelling in the industry, and achieving financial prosperity in a remarkably short time. Ronald recognised my exceptional aptitude for absorbing knowledge swiftly and my unwavering determination to excel in my work. I have always clearly distinguished between personal matters and my professional pursuits, ensuring that my challenges never impede my commitment to delivering outstanding results. I take great pride in satisfying Ronald's high standards, especially concerning matters of business and finance, which are dear to his heart.

In contrast to others who often require a year or more of instruction to grasp even the most straightforward concepts, my compatibility with the learning process stood out to Ronald. He found immense satisfaction in his influence over me, revelling in my readiness to promptly act upon his directives without hesitation or inquiry.

Once Ronald discovered my ability to thrive independently, an extraordinary idea began to form in his mind. He decided to entrust me with the sole operation of the business for a few months, promising that if I managed to impress him with my achievements, he would transfer the company's ownership under my name. This meant that I would stand on my own, independent of him. Ronald initially anticipated that it would take me six months to meet his lofty expectations. However, to his astonishment, it took me just a month to surpass his wildest imagination. In that short span of time, I impressed Ronald immensely, driving the business to generate a remarkable 10% increase in revenue compared to its typical monthly performance. The reputation of Ma Maison est ta Madison, our interior design company, spread far and wide, drawing the attention of clientele from across the country. As the six-month mark approached, Ronald faced a momentous decision.

With careful consideration, Ronald acknowledged that the time had come to hand over the company's reins to me. He meticulously planned the details, ensuring that the momentous occasion would be even more special by coinciding with my birthday on October 4th.

*****

As I sat in my office, allowing the tension to dissolve while engrossed in planning the sleek design sketches for a modern house project, an unexpected visitor arrived—none other than Mr Ronald Bowie himself, as was often his custom, being the business owner.

"Good morning, my darling. I see how tirelessly you work to generate prosperity for us," Ronald declared, casually strolling into my office and taking a seat at the table where I was immersed in my work.

"Yes, Sir. I always push myself to the limit. May I ask what brings you here?" I replied, mustering a polite smile on my face, though deep down, I anticipated some distressing news. Either a client was dissatisfied with their house design, or Ronald wished to discuss financial matters. Rarely did he visit my office to deliver good news. His presence often signalled a problem that required my immediate attention. It frustrated me, as it felt like I was solely responsible for resolving issues within the company.

"Why is he here? He only comes when there are meetings or problems to address. It drives me crazy because I have to rectify those problems as if I'm the only one working in this company," my inner voice grumbled.

"Dear, I came to whisk you away for a delightful lunch. You've been toiling all day, and you deserve some rest," Ronald announced, surprising me. Such kindness from him was rare. When those words left his lips, it almost felt like a dream.

"You're right, Sir. I could use some rest. However, I have

 a new client with an expansive property. I must present my comprehensive plans for the house today at 5 pm sto approve thembefore my team, and I commence our work. I'm afraid I can't join you, but I appreciate the offer," I responded, returning my attention to my work. However, Ronald swiftly snatched the pencil from my hand.

"Is being an interior designer causing you problems?" he asked, his face tightening.

"No, sir. I've always aspired to be an interior designer, and you have given me the opportunity to work hard and excel. If it entails long hours of work, so be it," I explained, reflecting on my humble beginnings before attaining success.

"My sweetheart, you do no need to worry about anything. The business is yours. Let's continue making great profits together."

Ronald's words elicited laughter from both of us. Yet, I couldn't fully grasp the weight of his statement. He often made light of serious matters, so I didn't take his claim seriously.

"Sir, I know I work for you, and if we want to continue prospering, let me do my job. I'll see you at home," I said, adding a playful tone to the word "home." Ronald chuckled and walked out, instructing his bodyguard to summon the driver and bring the cars to the front.

"Honey, don't fret about your meeting. I've got it covered," he assured me, and I smiled, knowing I wouldn't win this time. Ronald possessed an uncanny ability to persuade me into an agreement. Though challenging, I couldn't help but admire his determination. It was a testament to his deep-rooted emotions for me, which he struggled to express. From the first day he laid eyes on me, he fell head over heels in love. And even now, that passion burns with the same intensity.

Love—an inexplicable force that defies all comprehension. It transformed Ronald, compelling him to become a better person. The enchanting power I possess leaves his world spinning. The way he feels in my presence, the joy that lights up every face when I enter a room—it's a phenomenon he cannot fully comprehend. My ability to connect with others, the amiability that radiates from me, surpasses anything he has ever witnessed. He treasures how I laugh even at his silliest jokes and make him feel things he has never experienced with anyone else. I am different, a remarkable departure from the women who preceded me in his life.

"I will only accompany you if you promise to avoid visiting my office with problems or concerns regarding our clients. I am in charge, remember?"

"Alright, my lady, but you're pushing it. I will agree on the condition that you join me."

"Deal."

"Divine's Thoughts"

"I wonder where Ronald plans to take me. It's either work or back to his apartment whenever we're together. It has never reached a point of intimacy or anything more personal. It's always business and nothing else. His invitation to lunch puzzles me because I find it hard to trust him. I've heard rumours about him, so trusting him will require a different approach. I hope wherever he takes me; it's a safe and legitimate place, free from any involvement in shady activities like drugs or human trafficking."