2026-02-11 15:55:49She looked at them waiting for anyone to object but nobody said anything.
What could they say? Lena Henderson. Their boss.
She turned twenty-seven a few months ago.
Lena was not only breathtakingly beautiful, she also had curves that made heads turn. She was a perfect example of an enchantress.
No matter what she wore, be it plain or stylish she just has a way to attract attention without even trying.
She turned to the fancy of almost all the men in the office.
Not only was Lena beautiful with a curvy body, she was also the CEO of their company. This made the desire of most of the men to skyrocket.
Everyone desired to have her, for someone like her those thoughts would remain a dream for the rest of their life.
When they realised that she meant it, they pushed all the blame to Roman. To them he shouldn't have returned.
That month's bonus was the highest that had gotten so far. It was almost half their salary, losing it just like that was unacceptable.
Since they couldn't do anything to their boss they turned their attention to the only person they could attack.
Lena glanced at them, her gaze stopping at Roman's desk. He was still busy arranging his things inside the box like everything that was happening had nothing to do with him.
“Roman, to my office now.” The tenderness in her voice was evident.
He had planned on going to her office when he was done packing, going now or later was no different to him.
He stopped what he was doing and followed her into her office. The scent of cherries hit him the moment he stepped in.
The whole space was filled with Lena's perfume.
She motioned for him to take a seat as she went through her shelf to get some documents.
She stretched to reach the document causing her gown to lift up almost exposing her bum.
She ended up reaching it but it dropped to the floor, as she bent over to pick it up she ended up flashing her boobs at Roman. He had been seated there enjoying the show.
He sat up, breathing low.
He knew he should have helped her get the document from the top shelf but he was too stunned by how sexy her legs looked.
He felt blood rushing from his head downward. He cleared his throat trying to force the images out of his head.
Lena thought he was thirsty so she horridly stood up and poured him a glass of water.
Roman drowned the glass in one gulp trying to calm his racing heart.
“I noticed you were packing earlier, do you want to quit your job?” Lena asked, staring at Roman.
He nodded in response, looking down at the empty glass in his hand. He did dare to look up for fear that he would end up staring at her boobs instead of her eyes.
It would be embarrassing if he was caught.
“You don't have to pay attention to them, just focus on your job.”
“I’m not leaving because of them, no one can make me leave..…”
Before he could finish, Lena cut him off, she really didn't believe that Roman was just leaving because he wanted.
“In life we should focus on what we want and not let our decisions be influenced by people around us. Their words are there but the reality is yours. Live your life how you see fit, as for what others think it has nothing to do with you.”
Roman looked up from his glass and met Lena's gaze. He had worked under her for three years and the only thing he could say about her was that she was sweet and business minded. She was respectful. Not like Mira. Not like the rest.
She did not appear to him as someone who could give life advice. He could see the goodwill behind her advice but what she thought was different from what was happening.
He tried explaining that it wasn't the case but Lena wouldn't let him speak.
“I know you're doing all you can to provide the best for your wife, I don't see anything wrong in you working as a garbage collector.”
“Not my responsibility any longer.” He snapped with a frown.
Lena’s brow furrowed. “Why? You guys had a quarrel?”
“No, didn't you hear of the proposal…. from Mario?” He raised his eyes at her but she shook her head.
“Not at all.”
“I don't wanna talk about her though,” he said from a place of hurt. “But she opted for an open marriage, so she's now Mario's responsibility.”
“Well, it's okay.” Her lips took a slight curve. “At least you're making an honest living. Don't let their insults make you give up your job, just so you know you're on the list of people I'd be promoting next month so I'd advise you not to quit.”
Roman's face brightened. “You thought that about me?”
“Yes. With how hardworking and dedicated you are you'd be earning as much as most managers in the company with your commission.”
“Wowww.” A proud smile rather than gratitude engulfed his lips. Lena was puzzled but suppressed it.
Roman was impressed by her.
“I know the position won't be easy but I've been observing you for a while now and I know that you're more than capable of handling this position.” She confirmed.
“With an increase in your salary you won't have to work so hard everyday.”
Roman listened to her speak, he knew that he had different thoughts but cutting her off to explain himself would just make her try to persuade him.
To Lena her offer was too tempting to reject, she believed that she would be able to get Rowan to stay with her offer and also make him dedicated to the company.
She knew how capable he was and she wasn't ready to let him go.
Unfortunately imagination and reality are usually worlds apart.
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The envelope showed up with no courier label, no sender details, only a silver seal Roman recognized at once. The mark of Greaves International, the private intelligence agency that dealt with problems too sensitive for official systems. Its director, Marcus Vane, still carried a debt to Roman that could never truly be settled. Six years earlier, Roman had saved his daughter during a kidnapping case that never reached the press. Messages from Vane were rare, and when they came, it was never good news.Roman opened the seal alone in his study. Inside was just one typed sheet, it was plain, stripped of anything unnecessary, written in cold, clinical language.SUBJECT: Cross, Damian. Inmate #4471-K.FACILITY: Blackwood Containment Centre, Sector 4.INCIDENT: Coordinated breach. 6 days prior. Two security officers deceased. Three inmates hospitalised. Subject Cross extracted during medical transfer. Transport ambushed 50 miles from facility. All escort personnel lost. Current location: U
Chapter 132
“It was Reuben,” he said quickly. “My senior aide. My chief of staff.” His words came out fast, almost desperate, like speaking faster could reduce the damage.“He did it without telling me. He leaked the Elara story to hurt your infrastructure deal. He saw your campaign gaining support from that deal and thought destroying it would protect my position. He believed he was helping me.”Roman’s face stayed calm and unable to read. “Why would he think that?”Halden shut his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, the emotion was clear on his face, it was a deep shame, he felt exposed and open.“Because he was being paid. Holloway.”The name hit the room like something heavy was dropping into a still water.“Holloway got to him months ago. He paid him. Reuben had been feeding him information, influencing campaign decisions, and pushing me into choices that helped Holloway’s interests. I didn’t know any of it. I only found out after the story came out. By then, it was already t
Chapter 131
The rally was scheduled for the afternoon.Roman showed up at the venue by eleven. The stadium parking area was already packed with cars and people. Banners flapped in the morning wind while vendors lined the edges of the crowd, selling water, caps, and buttons featuring Halden’s face. At the north end of the grounds, a stage had been set up, complete with huge screens and speakers the size of small refrigerators. About fifteen thousand people were expected, and judging by how the crowd kept growing, that number would easily be reached.Roman went in through a side gate marked “STAFF ONLY.” Carlos followed closely behind him, walking just two steps back. A slim leather bag hung from Carlos’s shoulder. Inside that bag was a printed transcript.Carlos did not ask Roman what he planned to do with it. He never questioned him or tried to understand the details. In the car earlier, he had simply handed the bag over without a word, as if he already accepted that Roman had a reason for every
Chapter 130
The boardroom at Crestfield Group smelled of old wood polish and stale coffee. Twelve people sat around the long mahogany table, and not one of them looked comfortable. Smith sat near the middle, hands resting on a thin leather folder. He wore a grey suit and had arrived early. He spent those extra minutes sitting silently, watching the others file in.They knew who he worked for. Everyone in the room knew.Harold Vance, the chief financial officer, barely glanced at him. Gerald Crane, head of operations, shuffled papers loudly. Two junior board members looked at Smith like a door they had been told not to open. Smith gave no reaction. He had been a butler for twenty-three years. He knew how to sit still while being watched.Edward Finch, the chairman, called the meeting to order at ten. The agenda was routine for forty minutes. Revenue reports. Supply chain updates. A dispute with a shipping partner. Smith listened and said nothing. He took no notes. He didn't need to.When Finch ask
Chapter 129
Angela Webb, his chief legal counsel, was known for her speed and precision. She arrived in seventeen minutes with the agreement already pulled up on her tablet.“Clause nine,” Roman said as she entered.Angela was already in the room.“Non-disclosure,” she said without hesitation, scanning the document. “It’s broad and strict. It covers any public statements, interviews, written accounts, broadcasts, and social media posts involving Roman Walcott, Walcott Corporation, Walter Group, and all connected people or organizations. Mira Donaldson signed it as part of her early release from the legal case.”She paused and looked into his eyes.“It’s solid,” she continued. “Completely enforceable.”“Send a formal notice to The Meridian Pulse tonight,” Roman said. “If you have to, wake their legal team. Make it clear that airing any part of that interview breaks a binding legal agreement. The first step will be an injunction. After that, a lawsuit that will make their quarterly profits irreleva
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Mira said nothing for a few seconds. On the outside, the traffic was noisy through the city streets while the neighbor’s air conditioner continued its uneven dripping against the ledge.“How much are you offering?” she finally asked.A short silence followed after the question, the kind that sounded almost like someone smiling on the other end of the line.“Fifty thousand dollars,” Dana Reeves said. “It’s a fixed price. We record the interview, we manage the editorial framing, and you’ll have the right to review the primary quotations. It would go to broadcast within forty-eight hours of filming.”Fifty thousand dollars.Mira kept her eyes fixed on the grey brick wall beyond the window. Fifty thousand dollars. It was enough to cover months in this cramped apartment, a fragile buffer, but still a buffer. It wasn’t close to what she had once been used to, not even a shadow of it, but it was something real. Something that could start to shift the weight pressing in on her. It meant a li
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