FRAGMENTS OF A GOD

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

DOM’S POV

I received an email this morning.

“Mr. Dominic Volkov, this is an Artisan Group. We hope this email finds you well. We are sending this email because we believe your company has potential and we would love to set up a meeting together to discuss a possible future of becoming partners.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” I burst into laughter as I read the messages.

[is there something funny about the message your enemy sent?] Ace asked, his voice echoing in my head.

I slammed his hands over my mouth as I sat in the new apartment I just bought two days ago after I managed to stop the company from going to someone else and also receiving the mass resignation letter from my staff.

It was a pleasant day and a bad one too. Because how on earth am I supposed to get 200 staff in 4 days?

My goal is to take this company to the top and to do that, I need the best staff. I can’t just recruit anyone and besides, everyone knows that my company is going through financial instability, no one wants to work for me even if I decide to hire just anyone.

My personal assistant, Kira has made it her life goal to frustrate my life every day until I find a solution to the mass resignation.

She calls me every day and texts me every blessed day.

And of course, I have a plan.

I always have a plan… after all, I am the guy who single-handedly led his ex-wife’s father’s company to the top five when they were barely on the list.

And my plan… is to marry Nancy.

Yes, you heard me right. I am going to get married to the same woman that ruined me. The same woman that caused the death of my beloved niece and me. The woman that killed me.

The only reason I took this system’s offer is because he said I would be able to avenge my death and that of the innocent lives Nancy took when she created that. Devious food.

I haven't forgotten the pain I went through, I haven't forgotten everything she took from me.

In fact, every night I go to bed, I relive those moments, screaming myself awake.

My soul remembers everything, I remember everything.

And yes, My marriage to Nancy is the first step in my plan.

My plan was to draft a crazy email and send it to the Artisan group, asking for their help in saving my company, because even if I had stopped the company from being sold, it wouldn't erased the debts it had or saved it from bankruptcy. My company is still in the slump.

But then, they sent me an email first.

“Ha ha ha.” I laughed again.

[Are you mentally unstable? Would you like me to scan your health in case you are unwell?] Ace asked again, I could sense its sarcasm in its tone.

Who would have thought? A system knows how to be sarcastic.

“Well, this just got interesting.”

I sent a reply to their email.

“Hello, Artisan Group, this is Dominic Volkov, owner of Luxe Food. I would like to say a big thank you for showing interest in a small company like mine. Yes, I would love to have a meeting with you. Please do well to forward the details of the meeting. Thank you.” I sent the reply.

A knowing smile spread on my lips as I slammed my laptop.

I walked into the restaurant to get a cup of coffee before heading over to meet Elise, my personal assistant who had threatened me with a resignation letter if I did not go see her.

Considering that I had 4 days left and Elise is an outstanding employee, a great part of the company, I couldn't afford to lose her so I went to her.

I returned to my seat, glaring at her. She smiled sheepishly, enjoying the fact that I was desperate.

“So.. Why do you want to meet?” I frowned.

“Sir, I wanted to know what you are doing to get our staff back.” she blurted, with no care that I was her boss.

“Elise, I haven't paid them for six months, it’s normal for them to leave,” I answered, trying to hide the tension I felt. Because time was ticking, I had four days to recruit 185 staff.

Fuck me.

“Exactly, so what is the plan? You stopped your evil fiancee which means you have a plan so what is the plan?” She demanded, leaning closer, and looking into my eyes.

I leaned back and furrowed my brows and she leaned back and sipped her coffee.

“I will figure it out, until then, just make sure everyone in the company stays, tell them to give me four days, four days and everything will be okay, I promise you,” I assured her.

I know I won’t fail the system.

“I told you… I am not going to be a housewife, I have things I want to accomplish.” I heard a familiar voice come from a table closer to me.

My brows furrowed as the voice rang in my head.

“What is the point? A woman’s goal in life is to end up in the kitchen so why work? Why? Are you one of the women who like open relationships? You want to use work as an excuse to cheat with other men?” I heard another voice from that same table blurted with disgust and authority.

I tilted my head and I saw her. Lucy.

A twenty-four-year-old, short petite girl with black bob hair, gray eyes, heart-shaped lips, and hips curved like a God took his time while creating her. She is the epitome of beauty.

Lucy… Nancy’s younger sister and also a very good friend of mine.

She was way younger so I made sure everything between us was platonic even though there were times it was hard because Lucy was a fucking goddess at seventeen, she was a temptation I took my time to resist and eventually, fell for her older sister.

What was she doing sitting with a douchebag? Lucy was too blunt to sit at a table with a ridiculous man like this.

[There is an eighty percent chance that it’s a blind date.] Ace muttered.

“I didn't ask,” I mumbled.

[Yes but curiosity made your blood pressure rise, your heart race at a ridiculous speed, and your anger control drop from 80 to 5]

What the fuck?

“You are a douchebag!” Lucy snapped at him, she grabbed her bags to leave but he grabbed her hand and held her down, preventing her from moving.

“Your parents already partially sold you off to my family, whether I am a douche bag or not, we are getting married and you will do everything I ask!”

Lucy.

[Do you care for Lucy, John? Or would you like to use her as a tool for your revenge?]