All Chapters of The Marriage Contract with the Vice Chairman: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

They were very formal while talking. Even Miss Gwen and Mrs. Margarita could give suggestions on what to do to establish the prosperity of the companies. Mr. Ford is also good at making plans to close deals in his field, and the chairman would also nod as an agreement. And then, the chairman would look at Mr. Darwin to ask for his suggestion, while my boss would elucidate his perceptions and what to do the best.“Are you tired?” Mr. Darwin whispered to me silently as I wiped my mouth with a table napkin.After a long thirty minutes, they were back to enjoying their meal. I looked at Mr. Darwin and his eyes looked very weary. I smiled at him.“As long as we are not done with the agenda here, sir, I can still manage to do what I have to do,” I assured him.He sighed and then regarded his family. “My fiancée is already tired. I will escort her home,” he said and stood up.Wait, what? That's not what I said!But I could not argue anymore when he offered his hand in front of my face. I loo

I placed the two cups of coffee on the table for Mrs. Margarita Montenegro and his son who is my boss. Even from arranging the small plates of sliced cakes respectively in front of them, I could feel the curious and meaningful gazes of Mrs. Margarita while she was talking to his son. To give them privacy inside the office, I went outside to attend to the remaining errands Mr. Montenegro tasked me to do. “Here are the files, Ms. Castro,” a male employee said and offered me the portfolio I made him grab from the printing office. “They are said to be the pending work papers that need the personal signatures of the executive director and the vice chairman.” “Oh, thank you so much. I will have to distribute these papers to the members of the board.” “You’re welcome, Ms. Castro.” I nodded as regard and then did not waste time reading the files again whi

“What are you doing here?” I asked Cielo who is in front of me.I saw him gulp intensely. “I told you in my text, that I want to talk to you,” he said. “Have you not read it?”Instead of answering him, I just rolled my eyes and gazed at the wall beside us. I sighed, not answering why I decided to agree to talk to him at the back of the Starbucks coffee shop. We even left Mitch inside!“Jill,” he called me, but I did not turn to him. “I know that you do not want to talk to me, but I have been thinking things a lot lately…”I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly turned to him. His eyebrows were parted and his eyes were flickering with guilt and sadness.“I was thinking about you since our break-up,” he continued. “And I realized that I love you and that I could never be able to lose you, Jill…”What the hell?“So… c-can you give me a chance-?”Before he could even finish his sentence, my palm had already flown to his cheek. I hyperventilated after doing that. My tears stung my eyes when he l

I kept giving glances towards Mr. Montenegro. He was busy flipping the paper works on his table, and I could guarantee that he might not be noticing my glances I was giving. I am currently taking notes of his appointments using a table, for I am going to assist him to another company where his brother is working. It’s another establishment their family owns. It runs a warehouse for manufacturing products.“Ms. Castro,” he suddenly called me out of nowhere, so I just looked at him constantly without taking my eyes off him. “I want you to go to the financial department and ask for a list of liquidation of the profit the warehouse had from the previous month. It seems like the accountant gave the wrong financial statement to me.”I rose to my feet, nodded, and answered obediently, “Yes, sir,” I said.I dramatically but surely turned around, so that I would catch him give glances at me, but he did not. I breathed out with disappointment, even if I don’t have the valid reason to be disappo

I did not have to open the door when I saw a doctor going outside. He looked at me and was attentive to my presence. “Good day, ma’am. Are you a relative of the dead patient?” he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. “M-Ms. Mitch Hermosa. Is she the d-dead patient?” I stammered asking. The doctor sighed and miserably nodded. He volunteered in opening the door for me. I inhaled sharply when I saw someone who is covered with a white blanket on a hospital bed. I did not say anything anymore to the doctor and just passed by him to approach the shrouded body on the bed. But when I have already arrived in front of it, my feeling went cold and dark. With trembling hands, I slipped my hand on the covers without even breathing. Please, it can’t be you, Mitch… But the buildings of hope I built merely collapsed when I saw her cold and pale face when I opened the blanket. There were fresh cuts on her face and even dry blood on her cheek. Her lips were chapped and her skin seemed so broken out. “O