Meanwhile, at the company, Mia was simmering as she flipped through the pages of one of the stockpile of documents waiting to be reviewed before the next one. That was why she was scared, instead of being happy. When she has been promoted by her boss to be his secretary. She had experienced a mild sense of grief with it because, it felt like she had been trapped before she could tell her boss how she felt. He was a workaholic who didn't give a hoot about his employees, well, unless they broke down due to stress.“God, for how long will I keep doing this?” She cried out in frustration.That was why she flared up as she gazed vacantly across the room, the file she was carrying suspended on the air. She knew that she was slowly approaching breaking point.An approaching footsteps drew her back to reality. She hastened what she was doing, knowing that she would be in for serious trouble if he caught her not doing anything. At some point she was able to drift along and rest, but that was

Ms. Ella wanted to ask him what he wanted to do with a sub-company when she remembered that she was only supposed to follow instructions and not ask stupid questions.Martinez didn't know what was coming at him and he definitely wasn't prepared for it.Christopher ran some investigations on Martinez 's company, making some enquiries to find out their weaknesses, any setbacks they were experiencing and recognise any loopholes that had .Back at school, an all white Range Rover pulled into the parking space.Martinez alighted from his car and shut the door hard stepping out with a tight frown that spread across his entire face.With his car keys in his left hand, he squeezed his right palm into a tight fist and launched a punch into the air"Dammit" clenching his teeth, he muttered under his breath.Martinez had a habit of expressing rage whenever little things didn't seem to be going his way.He took his bag from the car and hung it on his right shoulder, putting his car keys in his po

Immediately after Martinez left Chez Corporations that afternoon, Christopher was informed about his visit.Christopher was in the lecture hall that Monday afternoon when his phone suddenly started to vibrate in his pocket.He immediately declined the call by pressing a button mounted at the top right of his phone.The phone began to vibrate again and he repeated the previous action again, automatically declining the call.Christopher didn’t want to distract or disrupt the class in any way, he went on with his lectures when suddenly his phone started to vibrate again.This time, Christopher brought it out of his pocket to know who it was and to his surprise, it was the man he had hired to portray himself as the manager of his fake sub-company.Knowing that the call was important and he had to pick it, Christopher decided to walk up to the lecturer so that he could take permission to excuse himself from the class.He could have easily excused himself from where he was seated in the mid

After a year of slavery in the Salt tunnel of New York, Mia was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. Most of the thousands of slaves in New York received similar treatment—though an extra half-dozen guards always walked Mia to and from the tunnel. That was expected by Skull gang’s most notorious assassin. What she did not usually expect, however, was a hooded man in black at her side—as there was now.He gripped her arm as he led her through the shining building in which most of New York’s officials and overseers were housed. They strode down corridors, up flights of stairs, and around and around until she hadn’t the slightest chance of finding her way out again.At least, that was her escort’s intention, because she hadn’t failed to notice when they went up and down the same staircase within a matter of minutes. Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. As if she’d

Kim watched in rage and agony as Lizzy and the Earth Squad danced and danced and danced. Even with a much more concealing mask, she would have recognized the upstart. And what sort of a person wore gray to a ball? Kim looked down at her dress and smiled. Bright shades of blue, emerald, and soft brown, her gown and matching peacock mask had cost as much as a small house. It was all a gift from Bolton, of course, along with the jewelry that decorated much of her neck and arms. It was certainly not the dull, drab mess of crystal that the conniving harlot wore.Bolton stroked her arm, and Kim turned to him with fluttering eyelashes. “You look handsome tonight, my love,” she said, adjusting a gold chain across his red tunic. His face quickly matched the color of his clothes. She wondered if she could bear the repulsion of kissing him. She could always keep refusing, just as she had for the past month; but when he was this drunk . . .She would have to think of a way out as soon as possible