Prisley felt a chill run down her spine as she walked out, her back stiff and her movements robotic.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the sound of breaking glass echoed from the office, making her heart skip a beat. She frowned, knowing that Heather had exploded in anger.
Prisley walked over to the Secretariat and spoke to Lisa, a secretary. "Lisa, let everyone know not to enter the president's office for the next twenty minutes."
Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "Is the president mad again?"
Prisley nodded. "Notify the janitorial staff to be ready." With that, she went back to her own office.
Heather's temper was unpredictable; sometimes, he would fly into a rage for no apparent reason. Prisley was the only one who could calm him down.
No matter how angry Heather got, a few gentle words from Prisley would restore his peace. This earned Prisley the nickname "Firefighter" among her colleagues.
But this time, she was the cause of the fire.
Back at her desk, Prisley hid her face behind a folder and let the tears flow. It was her way of venting when she felt wronged. It was her only outlet. She never showed her vulnerability to the outside world.
Today, she cried longer than usual. After a while, she wiped away her tears away, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and touched up her makeup.
There was still a lingering scent of intimacy on the bed of the cubicle. The thought of the pleasure she had shared with Heather a few moments ago now turned into a confrontation, and more tears welled in her eyes.
"Heather, I love you, but I can't accept this kind of relationship," she said to herself sadly.
Heather smashed a glass cabinet with a crystal desk ornament, scattering his beloved collection all over the floor. How dare she defy him? Money and property couldn't buy her a smile, yet she insisted on leaving?
She used to be so obedient, so easily satisfied... Irritated, he swept everything off his desk, and forcefully loosened his tie.
After a moment, Heather chuckled to himself. "What's the big deal? She was just a pet in my hands. A tantrum now and then was kind of cute.”
He'd buy her a present later to make her happy again.
Figuring it was time, Prisley gathered a stack of documents to take to the president's office. As she reached the door, she heard loud laughter from inside. It was Heather and Steve, another vice president of the company.
Steve joked, "Heather, now that Filla is back, why not give me your assistant?"
Heather laughed, "Steve, don't forget, I've never liked sharing my toys with you since I was a kid."
"With so many beautiful women in the company, you just throw money at whoever catches your eye. Once you throw more than enough, they'll crawl obediently into your bed."
"Did you do the same to her?"
"Pretty much, didn't hold back on the spending."
The frivolous laughter filled the office.
Steve and Heather had been childhood friends, practically inseparable.
Hearing herself being openly discussed like that made Prisley feel exposed and embarrassed, as if she had been stripped naked and put on display.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The frivolous laughter inside stopped abruptly.
"President Rynn, there are some less urgent documents that need your review. Regarding Warner Tech, I wonder if you have a moment to hear my report?"
Prisley's fingertips felt cold as she handed over the files. She felt burning eyes on her back, scanning her like an X-ray machine.
Heather's earlier cheerfulness faded as he coldly replied, "Go ahead, Steven's no stranger."
Prisley handed the documents to Heather and Steve, then began her presentation.
"The downsizing plan proposed by Warner Tech's HR director is not feasible," Prisley declared, meeting Heather and Steve's gaze.
Heather and Steve exchanged looks. "Warner's software and product solutions are quite mature. While there may be some redundancy in non-production areas, I believe we should increase our investment in R&D rather than follow the HR Director's suggestion."
"I have investigated our competitors' R&D investments and market prospects. The data is all in the report. If we play it safe, we could face a crisis in less than two years."
"I have outlined the costs and expenses of both plans for comparison. Now, it's up to you to decide."
With that, Prisley looked at the two in front of her. Heather studied the report, while Steve's look changed from frivolous to approving.
"You're not afraid of offending Warner Tech's HR director? He's on David's side." Steve teased.
Prisley smiled contemptuously. "I can always be fired," she replied, giving Heather a meaningful look before turning to leave.
"Hey, Prisley, wait," Steve called after her, his eyes still somewhat intoxicated from their conversation. He looked at Heather. "I’ve got a cocktail party tonight, and I need someone to go with me. Can I borrow your assis...?"
"No," Heather cut him off, cold and determined.
"Come on, Heather, don't be so stingy. It's an important event tonight, with some big names in attendance. I'm doing it for the company, you know I don't have a suitable date for such an occasion," Steve pleaded.
Prisley knew Steve was never short of company, but finding someone to accompany him to a high-end business cocktail party might be a challenge indeed.
After a few seconds of consideration, Heather relented. "Fine, but you pay her overtime," he said, his displeasure evident.
Steve whistled happily. "Great, Prisley, I'll pick you up after work."
Prisley replied with a professional smile before leaving. Overtime pay, these rich dandies knew how to make fun of others.
Before leaving work, Prisley changed into her evening gown, accessorized with jewelry, and applied light makeup before heading to Heather's office.
During working hours, Prisley always dressed in standard administrative attire, opting for knee-length pencil skirts and never deliberately displaying her beauty or sensuality.
Her daily wardrobe consisted mostly of loose-fitting dresses. Only on formal occasions did she wear form-fitting gowns that accentuated her graceful curves.
As Heather looked at her low-cut dress and the sparkling diamond necklace adorning her neckline, his expression darkened. He absentmindedly wrapped his arm around Prisley's waist, taking a moment before speaking in a subdued tone, "Go change into another dress."
"Why? I've worn this dress before," Prisley asked.
"You're going with Steve tonight," Heather replied, his tone tinged with impatience and firmness.
"What's the difference?"
"Of course there is a difference." He sounded slightly impatient, his tone becoming more forceful. Prisley could only return to her office and change into a different dress.
Despite being the CEO of a large conglomerate, Heather struggled privately with feelings of insecurity. He had undergone rigorous training since childhood, immersing himself in business analysis while others played with toys.
His mother had left after a divorce early in his life, and his stepmother, Steve's biological mother, showed him only superficial kindness.
His father, the man who had subjected him to grueling training since childhood, suffered a sudden heart attack and passed away five years ago, leaving behind a vast empire for the young Heather to inherit.
He always concealed his fragile heart behind a tough exterior, never revealing his true self. It wasn't until he met Prisley that he experienced true warmth and allowed occasional glimpses of vulnerability.
The thought of Prisley's beautiful body, which belonged to him, being embraced by Steve the playboy, annoyed him.
However, he couldn't risk an unpleasant confrontation with Steve over such a matter, so he asked Prisley to change into something less revealing.
Prisley reluctantly returned to her office and changed into a dress that didn't show off her figure as much.
"How about this" Prisley asked when she returned.
Heather looked her for several seconds before saying solemnly, "Prisley, you don't have to go tonight."
"Prisley, you don't have to go tonight." Heather said, his tone heavy with melancholy."Why not? You already agreed with Steve."Heather drew her closer, his embrace tightening. "I just... don't want you to go." He confessed, his gaze softening, a hint of vulnerability quite different from his previous icy cold.Caught off guard by this rare display of emotion from Heather, Prisley felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Despite being together for four years, she had rarely seen this side of him.Leaning into his chest, she was about to offer words of comfort when Heather abruptly released her, his gaze once again veiled in frost."You can go now." He walked out of the office, leaving Prisley behind.Back at her own desk, Prisley couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion. This man... he had been tender and affectionate moments ago, but now he seemed distant and cold.She sighed, trying to make sense of it all.Meanwhile, Heather struggled with his own confusion. The reason of Prisley's
"Are you crying?" Heather asked. He turned on the light and saw Prisley's sad face."What happened? Did Steve do something to you?" Heather's voice rose."No, he's been good to me. I just... ran into Filla at the party." Prisley replied.She never wanted to show her vulnerability outside. After saying goodbye to Steve, she had let her guard down and slowly made her way back, tears streaming down her face the whole way.Heather immediately dialed Steve's number."Got it, thanks, Steve." He heard the whole story from Steve."I should go away. Otherwise, this kind of embarrassment will keep happening." Prisley sniffled. With Heather by her side, her mood improved.Heather gently stroked her waist-length hair. "You don't have to care about her.""How can I not care? In your eyes, I'm just a fake version of her." Prisley moped on the sofa.Seeing her sadness, Heather's eyes narrowed. He reached for a box on the nearby table. "Try this on, let me see how beautiful it looks on you."He pulled
Heather froze, the heat in his body plummeting instantly, the flames in his eyes extinguished, replaced by a coldness like an Arctic glacier. Prisley couldn't help but shiver.He was used to being on a pedestal, adored by all - when had he ever been subjected to such ridicule?For four years, Prisley had been completely subservient to him. No matter how angry he became or how unreasonable his demands, she had always complied without question. And now she dared to defy him?His face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Prisley, her innocent and beautiful face devoid of its usual compliance, now resembling an angry cat baring its teeth and claws."Very well, fulfill the contract. Perfect!" he gritted his teeth.Heather quickly dressed and planted a cold, heavy kiss on Prisley's lips before turning and leaving.The room, once filled with a lingering sense of ambiguity, now felt empty and cold, leaving Prisley with a shiver down her spine.She pressed the back of her hand to her sligh
Chapter 8: The Motorcycle man"No - !" Prisley gasped, Heather seemed so unfamiliar, so out of control, so far from the wise and calm man she knew.She was pinned against the desk, the door unlocked. It was the weekend, but what if someone came in? Prisley couldn't bear to think any more."Stop it, Heather, please," she begged tearfully, but Heather's icy demeanor remained as he continued unbuttoning her.Desperation and humiliation washed over Prisley. She closed her eyes tightly, gathered every ounce of energy she could, and seized the opportunity when Heather least expected it.She pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face. There was a resounding thud and Heather froze, the chill emanating from him increasing in intensity.Taking advantage of his shock, Prisley slipped out from under him and rushed toward the door.She ran out into the hallway, disoriented and frantic, her clothes disheveled, her hair wild.She was terrified, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
Prisley has always been careful about contraception; it's one of the clauses in the contract.She recalls that about five weeks ago, when Heather was unusually passionate one day, he came for her on a weekend. They made love from day to night and ran out of condoms. The last half of the passionate day was unprotected and wild.The next day, they were both busy with a business trip, and Prisley forgot to take emergency contraception. Retracing the timeline, that would have been about the time Filla announced her return.Prisley didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it in frustration."Damn, how could I have missed that day?"At 26, with her career just starting to take off, she wanted to achieve something in her professional life as well. Having a child at that time didn't seem quite right.And she wasn't sure if Heather wanted children. His cold and distant nature made it difficult to imagine his reaction to hearing this news. And his
As the Ferrari stops by the roadside, Prisley leans motionlessly against the window, tears in her eyes, staring blankly ahead.Seeing Prisley's grief, Mark is hurt to the core. The girl he cares about has been bullied, and he wants to drive back and teach the couple a lesson.Warner Group, right? We'll see.Mark hits the steering wheel hard. The loud "bang" wakes Prisley from her daze."Home already? Thanks for bring me back, Mark." She says quickly, wiping away her tears and unbuckling her seat belt.Mark escorts her to the entrance gate. Seeing her fragile demeanor, his heart softens.He takes her by the shoulders and turns her around, "Prisley, I don't want to know what happened between you and that man, but I will not allow you to be taken advantage of and mistreated. If there is a problem, just let me know. I'll work it out."Prisley looks up at the concern and worry in his light blue eyes, and feels a surge of emotion. It feels so good to be cared for.But she doesn't want to ge
Prisley has been bumped, scared, and has been crying all the day. She is so exhausted that she falls asleep in a daze within minutes In a state of semi-consciousness, she feels someone beside her, and her silk robe is removed.Instinctively, she grabs a blanket to cover herself. "Heather, please don't..." She murmurs.A soft kiss is planted on her cheek. "Don't worry, I won't touch you."She smells a pleasant herbal scent, and then feels a slight coolness on her body, followed by warmth. A hand with medicinal liquid gently strikes on her body.Too tired to open her eyes, Prisley says with her last bit of consciousness, "Thank you, Heather..."Heather has changed into a robe and applies a bottle of medicine to her. "When I get injured in sports from time to time, I’ll use this. You'll be fine soon."His voice is deep and magnetic, like the water from a mountain stream that drips onto her heart, moist and cool.The room changes to soft lighting, and Heather's angular face softens in t
The next morning, Prisley wakes up to find herself alone in bed, the pain from the bump increasing today.She struggles to turn over, feeling the faint scent of herbs on her body. She vaguely remembers that it was Heather who applied the medicine for her yesterday. She feels somewhat pleased. "Does that mean we made up?" She wonders.So much has happened in the last few days. It takes more of her brain than rushing to complete projects in the company.Heather hasn't contacted her, so Prisley just sleeps all day.On Monday, shortly after she arrives at the office, a delivery man comes into the office area with a large bouquet of flowers that appears to be very expensive."Excuse me, who is Prisley Anderson?" He asks.Prisley has just come out of the secretariat and is stops halfway to sign for the delivery. The secretaries come out to see what's going on, chattering."Dreamy Rose's bouquet! It's gorgeous!""You can’t buy these flowers in normal flower shops. They're top florist's choi