How it started
The room was too quiet and was filled with too much tension. September Thorne sat as he keeps on tapping his finger on his lap. He's waiting for the culprit to finally show himself right before he acts on it. This is his only way of giving chances to those who had enough courage to break his rules and play cat and mouse under his nose.
"Come on, still won't admit? Shall I drop your name then?" he asked no one in particular.
Everybody on the long gray table exchange scolding looks with one another.
Who the hell offended this big shot? Everyone was suspicious of one another, they just wanted this torture to be over. They've been here for quite long already and yet, September just patiently waits for that someone to man up to his own mess!
September Thorne is a name to be feared and complimented in the whole city.
At a very young age, he was able to beat old and experienced businessmen. His empire just keeps on growing and growing as time goes by. He's just plainly unstoppable. It was like someone handed him a dull and rusty knife and now he was able to use this as a sharp and fear-consuming sword.
He can just take down any business around the city, and almost everyone was aware that his connection outside the boundaries of the city also should never be underestimated.
"I'll count. Ten counts, and if you won't voluntarily show yourself, there's no way I'll leave you with any leeway after this."
The board members then started to shiver in fright. They were almost ready to toss anyone in front of the man with an angelic face but a demonic mind.
"Ten," he started as he solely focuses on tapping his finger, this time at the top of the table. The sound he was making are not helping to ease up the tension among the members.
"Nine,"
"Eight,"
"Seven,"
"Six," by the time September counted up to four, the already panicking board members almost stop breathing.
"Two," September's head rose and his gaze fell directly at the guy who was silently sitting at the other end of the table.
"One," September said in a cold and menacing voice that made almost everyone from the room shiver.
"Leave the room," he announced and almost everyone hurriedly stood up and almost run towards the door of the conference room just to escape the wrath of the devil.
"Mr. Smith, why such in a hurry?" he called out when he saw the man trying to blend in with the crowd.
The man stopped in his tracks and realized how futile his attempt of escaping the beast is. He sighed in defeat before he turned around to face September.
"I told you after those ten counts there would be no leeway for you. I don't want to see you again," The man in front of him started to shiver after hearing what he said.
"Mr. Thorne, please! Just give me another chance! I won't do it again--"
"Leave the city," September said ruthlessly as he stood up from his chair and grab his coat. He was about to walk out of the room when he suddenly felt someone hugging his thigh.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Thorne! I won't do it again! Please don't send me out of the city, my family needs me here!" he pleaded but September was just staring at him. His face blank and very unresponsive as he watched the guy who seems to be two to three decades older than him kneeling on the ground while hugging his left thigh.
"You should've thought about them before you sold the company stock without me knowing,"
"I won't do it again! I swear my life---"
"Your life's already ruined," September said menacingly, making the older man's eyes bulge in fright.
"Falcon," he called out, and a man with a large frame entered the conference room.
"Take this trash away from here. I don't want to see him around the city, ever." He then, without any care tapped the old man's arms away from his leg and made his way towards the door.
"My daughter! You can marry my daughter!" September's steps halted. One of his hands held the knob as he turned around and faced the old man, his eyebrow spiking up.
"What made you think I'll let you be just because of your daughter?" He asked curiously. The old man's voice sounded so confident earlier.
"I'm not talking about Hillary, Mr. Thorne," the old man said confidently and full of air as he moved away from Falcon's hold. He gave the stoic butler a glare before he faced the great manipulator with a taunting smile.
"Maeve. Maeve Miller is my daughter, Mr. Thorne,"
September felt his heart skipped a beat. And it makes him furious that she can make him feel that way. Even the mere mention of her name sets him on the edge.
He took a step closer to the old man and smirked. He put both of his hands on his pockets as he faced the old man.
"Your daughter? Mr. Smith, how can you claim that woman to be your daughter?"
Maeve Miller is the heiress of the bank he was eyeing for some time. That bank was still out of his hand because of that woman.
The only woman who didn't succumb to his charms.
"I am Maeve's father." September squinted his eyes towards the old man, suspicious.
He then redirected his attention to his butler who was quietly standing behind the old man, waiting for his orders.
"Check the authenticity of his claims. You know what to do if ever it was a lie." September said before he turned around and went out of his office.
Mrs. Thorne in theMakingEverybody just can't stop staring at this head-turner lady boss. Her appeal was over the top, and her long semi-sheer red puff-sleeve dress just added to her already oozing effect to the crowd.Maeve Miller, was then, still oblivious to her surroundings. She was too busy wracking her brain in maintaining the stability of the very business her useless father had passed unto her.If only her mother was still alive, MBC Bank and Finance would never be easily trampled on the ground like it is now.She was busy studying and working her ass off overseas. Not caring a bit about her estranged Dad who had caused her mother's pain for years before she finally die
Kidnapping theManipulator"I won't do it. I'll save my mother's company without being under the mercy of that man," she said in a confident voice before she finally hangs up.As expected, that old man never fails to give her headaches every goddamn time!Just a few seconds after the call ended, her phone rang once again. She just gave it a short glance before tossing it on her chair after seeing the same caller.It rang a couple of times before it completely stopped. She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message.She grudgingly walked ba
Willing Victim"Weak," September can't help but chuckle as he watched Maeve busied herself speeding off while murmuring how incompetent his people are.Their speed was actually beyond the speed limit set in the city but who cares? His woman can do whatever she wanted."Your men are weak!" she exclaimed as she rested her back on her seat after realizing the distance she had with the others."How do you expect my guards to win over a drag racing champion?" Maeve just glanced at him before directing her attention back on the road. Obviously ignoring the fact that he knows her secret hobby."So, where are we going?" he asked.
The Loneliest KidMaeve and Sister Helena were quietly seated on a wooden bench in the garden as they watch over the kids who were busy chasing September around.He's not actually running, everybody else can see how confused he is that the kids keeps on following him around."I think he was that kid," Sister Helena blurted out. Maeve turned to her with confusion. The nun smiled as she stared at the roundabout walk-a-thon that's happening in front of them."Sister Rose had been my mentor before I took on her place as the head of the orphanage almost nine years ago. And while I was under her training, she keeps on talking about this little boy." Sister Helena has this sad smile across her lips as she started th
Something Only Mr. Thorne Can Do"Why don't you just marry him?" Maeve wanted to throw her laptop towards Hillary who was comfortably lying on the couch of her office."Why are you here again?" She asked in an irritated voice, but her sister just laughed at her."I just ran away from the date Mom had set up," she answered with a groan."Why?" Maeve asked as she took her eyes off her sister and went back to checking the financial flows of the company on her laptop.Hillary's eyes widened as if an idea struck her. She immediately got up from the couch and ran off to her sister's table."Maeve!" Confused with
His First HomemadeMeal"You really don't like him?" Maeve tsked and gave her sister a warning gaze before prepping the steak Hillary had requested.Afraid that her sister would change her mind about that steak, Hillary shut her mouth and even gestured zipping her lips. It didn't take long before Maeve finish cooking as Hillary set the table for the two of them."What is it?" Maeve asked her sister as she cut her steak into tiny tidbits. She noticed the frequency of those stolen glances her sister was giving her while they ate.Hillary cleared her throat and set down her utensils before she faced her sister seriously."What do
The Rain is Pouring"Stop grinning like an idiot!" Maeve hissed irritatedly before she glanced back at the open door of her apartment."The rain is pouring. You told me I'm sick." September shamelessly pointed out. He's obviously happy with how fate works on his favor."You have your car. It's not like you'll be on foot on the way home." She retorted as she crossed her arms."But I'm sick!" September whined like a child that made Maeve chuckled."You said you weren't sick. I thought you're just hungry?" She asked with her right brow raising in an interrogating manner.September internally scolded himself fo
Vicious Queen"You're a young woman! You should be on the search to find a good husband and not here, interfering with men doing business!" An old board member of the MBC Bank and Finance pointed out as he stared at Maeve who was calmly seated on the center of the conference room.Maeve was just passively listening to his rants while staring back at him with a cold and bored look on her face."You'll just ruin the business! Business should be handled by men! Women are supposed to be staying at home, taking care of the kids---""That's bullshit." She was rude enough to butt in her curses while the man had been rumbling about nonsensical things.Maeve stood up