Donald woke up at 3am and went to the library. He sat down and went through the company's record, growth, stocks and previous trade partners. He went through the list of employees, hired and sacked. He smiled when he came across a familiar name. Christopher. Christopher was his first personal assistant and secretary. He was more than an employee, he was a brother. Unfortunately, Christopher decided to emback on monastery. He became a monk. He went through other files and found the names of other hired secretaries. None of them lasted a three months. The male secretaries would inflate figures to earn extra and the females would always try to get to Donald's bed. Donald would eventually get them to his bed but will get rid of them the next morning. In his words "such behavior are not healthy for business". He went through the list and smiled again at Helma's name. His beautiful one night stand.Donald sat on couch in the study and went through the stock files. His attention was div

Donald walked out of his shower and stood before his mirror. He had a sack on his chest. He has never felt bad for scolding anyone before. A small voice kept reminding Donald that he did something wrong. He puffed out the air in his mouth and got ready for the party. He wore a black suit and unboxed the gift Helma got for him. It was an emerald colored tie and a cufflink. He smiled at the present and wore it. The tie matched perfectly with his suit. He styled his hair with a comb and wore his perfumes. He walked downstairs and stood by the stairs waiting for Helma. Helma hurriedly wore a black stiletto heels, a white dress that flared from her bellybutton with a one should sleeve, Emerald jewelries, and a black purse to match her heels. She applied a light make-up and fixed her ruined hair. Helma walked downstairs with her heart raising. She hasn't attended a dinner party before let alone a sophisticated one. She exchanged glances with Donald who was dumbfounded at the sight of her.

Helma stepped out of the shower and tried her hair. She applied her face lotion and picked her sheep pjamas she got from the mall. She hanged Donald's suit on the couch and arranged her bed. She switched off the bedside lamp and her door went opened. It was Donald. He had a sky blue pjamas on. "Can I come in Helma" he asked with a soft cold voice. Helma nodded and he locked the door. "I...... I... I mean, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was..." He stuttered and Helma completed his words "upset". Donald sat on her bed and looked at the sheets trying to avoid her gaze. "I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did. I couldn't control myself. The thought and sight of seeing you in the arms of another man got me angry" she blurted out. "I am sorry you had to go through all that today. From the bully to everything. I am sorry I put you through all this" Donald apologized with sincerity in his voice. Helma smiled plainly and stared at him "it is not your fault sir. You should apologize" she

7am on Monday morning, Donald walked downstairs all dressed up. Mary smiled at him "Good morning Donald. You look amazing this morning" she said fixing breakfast for him. Donlad sat on the dinning without noticing Clara and Helma who were sitted far apart. Mary served him and returned to the kitchen. "You have a meeting this morning with Franco groups sir" Helma's voice shakens as she reminded him.Donald finished his breakfast without words and walked out of the house. Helma immediately followed him. Mary walked out of the kitchen surprised. "Is Donald ok?" She asked Clara who was engrossed her phone while muching on an apple. Mary looked at Donald's direction and raised her eyebrows "Clara dear, did anything happen during the weekend" she asked staring at Clara." Hey! That look is scaring ma'am" Clara exclaimed adjusting her chair." Nothing new happened, just Helma displaying her whore side" she said bluntly. Mary looked at Clara confused." What are you talking about child"? She qu

Donald watched Helma through his read window as she entered a taxi. His mind kept repeating "it's a date" and it kept making his stomach tighten at the thought. He tried his best to not trail but head home, but he couldn't. He trailed behind her taxi for twenty minutes and finally stopped few meters away from a coffee shop. He saw Helma come down for the taxi and a familiar face handing her a flower. Helma collected the flowers with a smile.Helma's smile annoyed Donald. "How could she smile at flowers" he complained to himself hitting the steering. He watched Helma and Jay walk inside the coffee shop. He got more angrier when Jay held Helma's waist. Donald puffed out air from his mouth and drove back home. He kept reminding himself "She is just an employee and her personal life is none of my business" but the more he said those words to himself the more pissed he became. He drove at high speed trying to burn away his anger, but it increased."Good evening sir. Welcome back" Peter gre