"In your mind, who do you think she is to me?" Nathan insipidly asked. Anyone who knew him immediately detected his mood from his tone but Mr Hayes was clueless. His eyes lit at the opportunity.
"You might think she's a humble, hardworking, smart and intelligent woman but you are wrong. She is sassy, feisty and savage, not suitable for a company. The only place she could function well might be amidst the hawkers, which is why I fired her," he shrugged, beckoning a waiter to fill his glass with wine. He flaunted a domineering attitude by which the waiter politely obliged.Mercedes was frantic and couldn't hide it. She was about to speak when Vincent took the fort. After all, he was the one who recruited her. "Mr Legend, I dis-""I haven't authorized you to speak, Vincent." Nathan cut him curtly, Vincent broke out in cold sweats, and so did Thelma. Their jobs were on the line. Mr Hayes let out a triumphant smile, as he seemed to get Nathan's attentiThanks for reading. I try to update at least five times a week because I'm working on another book, 'The Supreme Alpha's Unwanted Mate.' Thanks for your time.
Nathan got to his penthouse and helped Lanre to the Italian luxury sofa. "What do you want to eat?" He unbuttoned his white shirt and asked. "Anything," Lanre responded faintly, his arm over his head and his eyes closed. "I'll make you some soup," Nathan offered. He loved to cook since he lived alone. Professionals came once a week to clean but aside from that, no other person came in except Lanre and a few family members occasionally. "You know how I hate soup," he retorted in a haze. Nathan was slightly irritated. "Then you should stop exceeding your alcohol limit. It's the best for your condition unless you want to snack on a banana," Nathan proposed. He knew how much Lanre hated bananas and wanted to provoke him. Lanre was his childhood friend and like all best friends, they always stood for each other but somehow, Lanre's marriage has drawn them a little bit apart. He no longer had time to spend with Nathan like he used to but whe
Mercedes arrived at the office in full spirit. A payment of $31,500 arrived in her account and she was slightly flustered. Suddenly, she recalled the stakeholders meeting, excitement sprawled on her. She was grateful to Nathan and wanted to thank him but first, she transferred the money to her mother's account. She needn't ask because they always needed it.She went to Nathan's office but he wasn't there. She set up and opened her email. There was one from Mr Bitman which was marked with high priority so she tackled it first. A few hours passed but Nathan hadn't arrived and hadn't called so she dialled his number. For the tenth time, he didn't answer his phone.She got back to work and was taken aback when Vincent instructed her to report to Director Blake's office. She thought she would be excited but she wasn't. After all Nathan had done for her, she felt that the devil she knew was better than the angel she didn't know. Truly, Dr Blake was nothing
Nathan yanked his hands off and glared icily at him, his teeth grinding. "I asked, what's going on here?" Nathan asked the second time. It was gross disrespect for Dr Blake to be there unannounced and not to see Nathan but his personal assistant.He instantly straightened himself, realizing he had just hit the president's assistant in the president's office. He had to think fast. He forced a smile, "I just came to return her blazer and she couldn't say thank you. I'll be on my way," he turned to leave. The aura Nathan exhumed was too dire."Stop!" Nathan didn't yell but even Mercedes felt uncomfortable. Dr Blake halted instantly. "Miss Winters, is what he said true?" He asked coldly.Mercedes took a deep breath. "He was asking me for payment for returning my blazer and I told him to take it back but he-.""What kind of payment do you need?" Nathan cut in before Mercedes completed her explanation. Dr Blake could hear his fast heartb
"Mr Legend, I would like to have a word with you," Mercedes said to Nathan, who was about to step out of his office. Nathan halted, wondering about what could make her want to speak with him. "Miss Winters, are you still here?" He asked. He thought Mercedes had already left. "Fortunately yes," she forced a smile but Nathan could sense there was something amidst. She looked disturbed. He ambled close to her. "Are you alright?" He asked with genuine concern. "I need a loan," she said directly. Nathan was slightly troubled about how straightforward she was. He already knew about her brother's condition but with $80,000 in two days, he wasn't expecting this. He sat on the sofa and tapped the other side, "sit." She sat amenably. "How much and for what?" He asked cooly. He only hoped his suspicion wasn't right and that Mercedes hadn't woven her way into his life to her advantage as Lanre had said. "I need a loan of $120,000
Nathan's phone beeped when he got to his penthouse. He checked and realized it was Rebecca calling him. Perhaps, it concerned Lanre so he answered it."Nathan, Thank God you answered the phone," she exclaimed enthusiastically at the end of the line.Nathan frowned, "to the point, Rebecca, I don't have time," he said coldly. Rebecca wasn't offended. For as long as she knew Nathan, he was always cold."It's about what we discussed this morning. The Hickeys," she said precisely, the excitement melting from her tone."What has that got to do with me?" Nathan seethed."I just need you to not tell Lanre okay? I will change."Nathan was upset. The adulterous wife is pleading with her husband's best friend not to tell on her. "Don't call me again if it's not an emergency. Your marital affairs are none of my business." Nathan was about to end the call when she spoke again."He's on his way to you
Mercedes was tense, sitting in the passenger seat of Nathan's Lambo. "Relax, Miss Winters. We are just going shopping," Nathan tried to loosen the atmosphere. Mercedes forced a smile. One minute, she felt warm around him and the next minute, she was exhumed by his aura. He was a light switch, knowing when to swap his moods. But did he say shopping? He was mentioning purchasing a house like picking groceries from the market. She hasn't been able to decipher Nathan's reason for doing so much because she asked him for a loan. Her mind went into full gear when Nathan pulled over in front of a luxurious penthouse. "Your house?" Mercedes asked, wondering why Nathan brought her to his place. Did her one week start now? "It's yours now," Nathan casually said, making Mercedes freeze as he continued, "I have five of them and thought you could have this one. It suits you very well." Mercedes remained speechless and rooted to the spot. It wa
Mercedes got to the airport clothed with worry since she couldn't hear from Griffin. It wasn't long before she spotted Angela. Her brown straight hair lay calmly on her back. She wore skinny jeans with a tank top and a coat over it. Her hazel eyes sparkled when she caught sight of Mercedes from the distance and not caring about the other travellers at the arrival lounge, she yelled, "Mercedes Winters my superstar," a smile blooming on her face. Mercedes was taken aback. It's been years since she was addressed by that title. Back in college, she attended an audition for a romance movie. Her outstanding performance earned her the appraisal of a superstar from one of the judges but Griffin didn't allow her to attend any of the rehearsals. He claimed too many guys will be hitting on her and he won't be there to protect her. Such a lame excuse but it made Mercedes think he didn't want any man around her because he loved her and obeyed him. Right now, Angie has just resurrected sa
Angie's tone carried a conviction that made Mercedes worried. She was cutting vegetables with her mind afar when a sharp pain cruised through her forefinger. "Ouch," she cried, blood oozing from the finger she cut through, as she ran it under warm running water. "Sorry, sorry, where do you keep your first aid," Angie asked, panic-stricken. "In my bedroom, Opposite Griff's," she said with painful pants, while the warm water washed the blood. Angie hurriedly brought the first aid box and began treating her wound. "Sorry it will hurt a little," she warned Mercedes. "What difference does it make?" Mercedes asked sadly. After all, she was already in pain. Angie worked like a feather, so she could help lessen the pain. "There, all wrapped. I will take care of the veggies. You can grill the chicken if you are up to it," She picked up the first aid box. "Sure, I will," Mercedes frantically said. Angie had already done the greater p