Coulter meticulously picked various dishes from the personal chef that worked to serve him meals in his office. Ian waited by the side of the table, his eyes taking in the large spread of various meals and desserts that spanned different intercontinental cuisines. His eyes darted between the chef who was nervous at the sudden request for so much food, and Coulter who was tasting each meal with the concentration of a medieval servant who was tasting for poison in the King's birthday meal. "Sir," Ian said after a long stretch of tense silence. "Are you sure you are not trying to cater for the NS party tomorrow? Is this all for lunch?" Coulter straightened. "I wanted to cater for the NS party. But Amelia has everything under control, and the last thing I want is for her to question me." Ian gave a sigh. "You are even more gone for Amelia than you were for Melissa." "Well, what's wrong with that? Besides, it is just lunch." "Exactly," Ian said, laughing. "It is just lunch. You

Melissa woke up before the designated househelp for the first time in her life. She had set the alarm for five a.m. the night before and had spent yet another hour fixing the clothes and the recording for the party.She had confirmed the projector slot yesterday while she was there, and despite the fact thag her running into Amelia was purely coincidental, she was glad it happened, and mow she was hundred per cent sure of how well the video would affect Amelia.She was still holding on to the recording just in case someone decided to screen the contents before the party and ruined her plans. She intended to take them completely by surprise so that by the time anyone realizes what is playing, Amelia's name and mental health would be competing for space with the devil down below.For now, however, she had a completely different project to complete. Her own mother.She took a quick bath and changed into clean sleep clothes that were a far cry from the usual skimpy ones she mostly wore ar

Melissa rejoined the party just as the waltz was coming to a slow end. The lights dimmed again, and the spotlights went on, as Amelia's secretary, now the MC of the event, stepped forward, a bright, proud smile on her face."I remember when I got hired at NS two years ago. I had expected Miss Amelia to be older, but when I saw her, I remember feeling like this is the woman I want to be like, despite her not being so much older than me. When NS started to have issues and the IPO was suddenly interrupted and everything came to a sudden halt, I remember thinking that no matter what, I would still be bere, because I knew Miss Amelia would come right back. She has always been an unbelievably strong woman, and something deep inside me told me to wait no matter how long it takes. And look at us just a few months later, and NS is valued at a whooping two billion, eight hundred million dollars. To further out that into context for you, that is the values of at least eight different companies t

The door to the Sun Hotel penthouse opened under trembling fingers. Amelia was backed against it, as she fumbled with the key card, her eyes closed, her other hand deep in Coulter's hair tugging him forward deepening the kiss that had effortlessly carried them from the elevator down the hallway towards the door.The door opened, and Coulter caught her before she could stumble backwards, then effortlessly lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked in. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands running down the nape of his neck, a small sound escaping her.They broke apart for air but stayed close, his fingers gently massaging her thigh, his eyes darting across both of hers. She was flushed red, her eyes wide with need, her breaths coming out in short bursts."I don't want to stop," she whispered, her fingers dropping to slowly unbutton the jacket of his suit. He pinned her back on the wall and let her pull the jacket away, letting them fall down his arms. The silk

Amelia was already fully dressed by the time Coulter made it through the door. He had changed into a brown turtleneck with buttons lined on his right shoulder. He was carrying a pretty pink bouquet and another gift bag, his ankle big as his eyes settled on Amelia.She was coincidentally wearing a silk brown dress with very thin straps and a pretty sweetheart neckline. Her hair was pulled up in a pretty bun with several strands falling down to frame her face, her smile big.Coulter immediately covered the distance to her, then leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead."You look stunning," he whispered, trailing the kisses to her cheeks.Amelia immediately turned red, heat filling her as she gently looped her arms around his neck. "I missed you.""I missed you more," he said simply. "Shall we go?"She nodded and immediately followed. The drive was mostly filled with talks about the Singapore expansion, the positive reviews, and the stocks climbing that Amelia managed to check