She’d never heard the name before, all along Aria had known the sole owner of D’Heart Incorporated to be Andrew King and the revelation of a new name made her curious.
The declaration stated that Ivan D’Heart was the majority shareholder of the company, while Andrew King owned only ten percent of shares.
Aria paged to the separator in the file with the suspicion that the additional document would answer her questions and immediately the title of the document jumped out at her.
“Agreement of Non-Disclosure”
“What’s going on here?” She wondered out loud.
Aria scanned the documents noting that they were various agreements made by different parties on the same day, each l
Deagan walked up to the door of Aria’s house with a lump lodged in his throat and hope in his bleeding heart.His shaky fists landed three knocks on the wood, he knew she’d be expecting him and he was hoping she’d calmed down enough in the last few hours to let him explain things to her.“Aria, Baby, please open the door?” Deagan pleaded, leaning his forehead against the door.He heard footsteps growing closer and stood upright waiting for her to open, but the action never came.“I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but I’m pleading with you to give me five minutes. Just let me explain.” On the other side of the door, Aria leaned against the handle, contemplating whether to let him in.
“If you told me the truth, why would you have done it?” Aria asked the moment Deagan pulled open the door to his apartment.He stared at her shocked for a moment with his hand caught in his messy hair, he wasn’t expecting her to be the person on the other end of his door at 2 am.“Aria…” She resisted the urge to smile upon seeing his awe-filled face, “What are you doing here?” He composed himself and gripped the door handle harder.“I need to know, why would you have told me the truth?” His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to grasp why she was asking him such a question.“Because you deserved to know.” He frowned.“No, I mean, what makes
“Aria Gray’s office,” Lawrence answered Aria’s office phone while she sorted through her filing cabinet.“Morning, you’re speaking to Andrew King, is Miss Gray in?” Hearing his voice Aria placed the files in hand down on the counter and nodded at Lawrence.“Yes, hold on a moment please.” Aria walked over to the desk and took the receiver from the hook.“Mr King, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aria answered happily.“Oh I thought we were in the very least closer than that, please call me Andrew.” Aria chuckled.“Fine, fine. What can I do for you, Andrew?” Andrew grinned on the other end of the line, ignoring the daggers
“No, you stay here, I’ll go. You have that meeting with Aria later.” Andrew frowned.“You guys fought again, didn’t you.” Deagan scoffed.“She insists that I keep everyone at arm’s length because I don’t want to share my success with them since I can’t share it with my parents.” Andrew remained quiet, instead he stared at Deagan with pursed lips. “What’s that look for, don’t tell me you agree with her!” He asked incredulously.“Why have you refused to tell them after all these years? In fact, why did you hesitate to tell Aria?” Deagan frowned deeply, unable to believe that they were ganging up against him.“I didn’t tell them, because they wouldn’t unde
Deagan spent two weeks in Mumbai, trying and failing to come to any solid conclusion of why things just weren’t working out at the shipyard, but alas he needed to come home.He stepped out of the airport, feeling relieved at the cool air that touched his skin. Mumbai is a great place filled with a wonderful culture and amazing food, but the weather was a curse. He noticed the red Ford Grenada before the person leaning against it spotted him, he wondered for a second how she got the keys to his car before a bitter reminder that she was too friendly with Andrew kicked in.Aria was the last person he expected to see waiting for him outside the airport, in fact, he was fully prepared to take a cab to his apartment and spend his evening relaxing with a beer in hand and too many thoughts on his mind.&ld
Aria and Deagan entered the restaurant hand in hand, looking around till their eyes landed on Andrew with his head buried in his cell phone with a small frown on his face.“Table for two?” The host smiled politely.“No thanks, we’re meeting a friend, Andrew King?” Deagan answered and the man’s eyes lit up with recognition.“Of course, right this way sir.” The man led them to the table and promised that a waiter would be with them soon.“Hey, guys.” Andrew stood up and smiled at them, but his eyes lacked conviction.“Are you okay?” Aria asked when he hugged her.“Yeah,
Deagan stared at his reflection in the small mirror above the sink, his uncle’s guest bathroom was rather cramped in comparison to the one he was accustomed to moving around in, in his apartment.He wasn’t sure if his mind was playing tricks on him or his eyes really did look wide in panic and his lips parted more than usual because he was having a hard time breathing.He drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly the way his therapist showed him to do if he felt overwhelmed which is exactly what he felt at that moment.“Deagan, are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.” Amaya’s voice travelled through the crack of the door, stunning him a little.Clenching his teeth together, he decided to bite the bullet a
Deagan marched into Andrew’s office without knocking, ignoring the horrified look he got from his best friend, he picked up the office phone and placed a call to the company’s PR officer.“Mr King?” Sandra answered in her “I’m-busy, what-do-you-want” tone.“Sandra set up a press conference for tomorrow afternoon.” Sandra was quiet for a moment, he half expected her to give him a sarcastic answer, but it must have been something in his tone that stopped him from questioning him.“Okay, what should I tell them is the reason for this conference?” He could hear her typing away at her laptop.“Just tell them that Ivan D’Heart