FAZER LOGINThe SUV hummed smoothly along the road, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. Williams' thick hands held the steering wheel, I tried not to look too much even though a part of me wished I was the one being held in the manner, the grip hard and tight on my butt cheeks, parting them slightly while he slams into me. Gosh! I pulled my eyes off and tried to focus on the long stretched out road leading to somewhere I wasn’t sure of, but I was sure that wasn't the route to his house.That was when I understood what was going on, or maybe suspected. Behind us, the driver followed in my new black Mercedes, the one Williams had gifted me earlier that day. The colorful balloons were still on the two sides of the doors, swaying as the car moved. I kept stealing glances at it in the side mirror, still not quite believing it was mine. Was he taking me to my… new house? When we left the office I had thought he was bringing me to his house… Not like I didn't want that, but I was scared
I grabbed the documents from the desk, my fingers rigid around the edges as I realized these were photocopies, clean duplicates, not the original copies. My blood boiled.“What’s this trash?” I blurted, flinging the papers back onto the desk. They landed with a scattered slap. “You must think I have all day to spend on your broke ass!”But he stood there, lips lifted in one corner, that smug expression never fading. This idiot obviously had no idea how thin the time I had left was. Maybe he thought I was joking. How dare he show up here after a week and present me with copies? With stinking duplicates instead of the main deal? He took a step forward. “What were you thinking, Steele? That I would hand over original copies of the project to you without any written agreement between us? Think again.” He laughed, the sound low and mocking.That infuriated me. His laughter was even more annoying than his face. With each second that passed, I felt the banks gearing up to shut down Steele A
I sat behind my desk, staring at the empty inbox on my laptop screen. The office felt too quiet, too hollow. The staff members had started engaging in side talks, ones I could only hope wouldn't get escalated. It was inevitable, things had gone really cold around here. Ever since Steele Architecturals lost the UrbanAxis contract to TerraNova, it was as if every other project had flown away with the wind. Worst still, that project had been handled by TerraNova after I had sold off my shares trying to raise funds. I rubbed my face with both hands, the stubble on my jaw rough under my palms as I swallowed the growing knot in my throat. And Amila? Well, I had no plans of making my day any worse. But the universe seemed to have decided to switch in my favor one more time. Last week, Damian Reyes had walked into this same office, all confident and sharp suits, promising to get the company a huge project to keep us afloat. He knew what was at stake. His father owed my father a mass
I rushed into the guest bathroom down the hallway, heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst. The moment the door jammed shut behind me, I bent over one of the three sinks lined up before the bathroom stalls. And then it came again, the ugly wave and I threw up everything I had in my belly. My stomach heaved in violent waves, but I bit down on my lip hard, trying not to make any sound. The last thing I wanted was to raise suspicions or draw attention to myself. Bitter liquid burned my throat as I gripped the edge of the sink, breathing fast through my nose.When the heaving finally stopped, I turned on the faucet. Using my hands to splash cold water all over my face, dripping down my neck and soaking the front of my blouse. I took deep breaths, one after the other, trying to steady myself. The wide mirror above the sink caught my reflection. I paused, staring at the woman looking back at me, pale cheeks, red-rimmed eyes, hair slightly messy from the hurried way I walked ou
My heart lurched. I couldn’t let it end like this. Williams was deeply hurt. It was evident in the fast strides he took towards his office, in the way his shoulders stood straight. And his eyes? Gosh! Those eyes held so much jealousy I hadn't seen in them before, not even around Gabriel.“Williams, wait!” I ran after him, heels clicking frantically on the floor, sounding a little too loud.He didn’t stop. His broad shoulders stayed rigid as he walked straight to his office at the end of the hall. I followed, breath coming fast. Thank goodness the hallway was empty and his office was nearest to mine; it would have been so awkward having other staff members watch us.By the time I reached his door, he was already inside, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the city as if it had personally offended him. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. “Williams, please listen to me,” I said, voice urgent. “Damian just showed up. I had no idea until he stood by m
Williams stood frozen in the doorway, the file in his hand crumpling under his tightening grip. His eyes locked on Damian’s fingers still resting near mine on the folder. For a split second, the room felt like it had been sucked of all air.I stood fast, tugging a little on my skirt. Damian straightened too, and for reasons best known to him he felt reaching out for my hand even now was the best act to put up.“Are you hurt, Maya?” He asked. Oh, Wow! Such an act!Williams’ jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jump. “Get your hand off her.” His voice came out low, dangerous, and controlled.Damian slowly straightened up, that annoying smirk still playing on his lips. He didn’t move away immediately. Instead, he looked at Williams like they were old friends having a casual chat. “Williams. Always a pleasure. I was just helping Maya with a little accident on the floor.”Williams stepped fully into the office, closing the distance in three long strides. He positioned himself bet
I stared at the amber liquid in the fresh glass Damian had just ordered for me, then looked up at his face. His words still hung in the air smooth, confident, and a little too knowing. I was about to respond when the bar door opened with a sharp push. Cool evening air rushed in.Williams walked in
“I didn’t mean to hurt you “ I gasped, standing in the middle of my office, staring at the closed door Maya had just slammed shut like it was the beginning of my problems. The sound still echoed in my ears. Her cologne lingered in the air; soft jasmine mixed with something warm that always reminde
The conference room was silent. Hands clasped, eyes wandering, just the occasional vibration of different phones. I sat between Jeff and Williams at one end of the long conference table. The UrbanAxis group sat at the center, looking serious and important. Gabriel and his team were running late.
I stood in front of the mirror longer than I should. My charcoal pencil skirt hugged my hips and thighs just right. The crisp white shirt sat perfectly against my skin, making my face look brighter, as if the fabric had one job and was doing it well. I adjusted the collar one more time, the pendan







