The Billionaire's Hidden Son-in-Law

Chapter 9: The President?

“Yes, I’m about leaving the house now. I’ll be there shortly,” Sophia said as she ended the call, grabbing her brown leather handbag from the dining table.

Today wasn’t just another working day, it was the day. The one that could change everything. Her heart fluttered, but not from fear, from the pressure of what this moment meant.

Since she took over Donovan Industries as the new CEO, today’s contract approval would be her first major deal. A single signature today could push the company into the front pages of the most influential business newspapers in the city.

It had been a week since Michael was chased out. His presence erased from their lives. His name never mentioned again.

Sophia had started to walk in her new role with pride—her name already buzzing in media articles as the rising face of Donovan Industries. But beneath the smile on her lips, a strange heaviness sat in her chest. It was quiet, unsettling. She couldn’t explain it, but it clung to her spirit.

She said a silent prayer under her breath. “God, let this go well.”

In the living room, Victoria sat lazily on the long couch, a half-filled wine glass between her fingers.

She watched her sister, dressed sharply in a cream-coloured suit, her hair neatly pinned back. Her eyes lit up with admiration.

“Sophia, you look stunning this morning,” Victoria said, swirling her wine slowly. “Honestly, I’m just glad we finally got rid of that brat called Michael. Imagine him trying to climb where he didn’t even plant a seed.”

Sophia chuckled, zipping her bag. “And you’re still sitting here drinking wine by 10am. You need to get a job, Victoria. You can always take a position at the company. There’s room.”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “You know I’ll always get whatever I need. I don’t have to run up and down like you. You’re the CEO now. I’ll just enjoy from the top.”

Sophia smiled faintly, checking her watch. “Alright. I need to go.”

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By 10:07am, Sophia arrived at the headquarters of the Ainsley Group. The building stood tall and imposing, all glass and steel, as if it touched the clouds.

She adjusted her jacket and stepped out of her car, greeted immediately by the staff at the entrance.

Jordan, a young, courteous employee she had spoken with over the phone, stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Good morning, Miss Sophia. The President is expecting you. Please, this way.”

Sophia nodded, her heels clicking softly on the polished floors as they entered. The elevators opened swiftly, and she followed Jordan to the top floor.

They stopped in front of a door that bore a bold inscription in gold: ‘The President’s Office.’

Jordan turned to return to his own office.

Sophia took a deep breath. This was it. She whispered another short prayer. “Let this favour me.”

She knocked once, then gently pushed the door open.

But the moment her eyes met the figure seated behind the large executive desk, her feet refused to move further.

Everything around her blurred.

Time slowed.

Her heart stopped.

“Michael? What the hell?!” she gasped, her voice loud and sharp, bouncing off the walls like an alarm.

Jordan, startled by her outburst, rushed into the office, his eyes moving between them.

“Sir… is everything alright?” he asked Michael with concern.

Sophia turned to Jordan with disbelief written all over her face. “What is going on here? What is this brat doing in your President’s office?”

Jordan’s brows lifted slightly, confused by the question. “He’s the President of this company, Sophia.”

Her mouth hung open.

Her eyes widened.

She took a step back, shaken.

“What?!” she whispered.

Jordan nodded slowly. “Yes… the President.”