It took an hour for the nervous system of my brain and body to normalize before attending the shareholders' meeting. Because the biggest meeting room was on the ground floor, I had to wander through several divisions.I walked followed by Steve from behind who was carrying several files regarding the largest share ownership and also the greatest power in managing the company."Miss Leah, welcome." said those who passed me. How does he know my name? I turned to Steve and he shook his head.When we entered the meeting room, there were already several participants present and all of them were men. They were surprised to look at me, almost all of them I knew them."Welcome sir.""Mrs Kickers, Leah. Is this you, are you still alive?"General questions for those who have known me for a long time. It's not surprising that they might not believe it until they take off the thick glasses that frame their old eyes. They were all seniors, much older than Anthony.All the crimes that Natalie commi

I was silent for a moment. Watching Steve so confidently offer himself to be the man who would replace Anthony in my mind. "What can you do Steve? I won't talk about your social position but about the differences in life between you and me. Maybe I still look young but I'm too old for you," I said. I walked into the pantry. Warm water might clear up a little of my tangled brain. Making a cup of hot chocolate feels delicious in mind. "By old you mean, old because of the year you were born in the world. Try to calculate how long you have lived in the world. Experience may make you understand the true meaning of life. But that doesn't mean you have more experience and are older," he said, without me responding. He walked over to me, pulled out my cup poured hot water in it then gave it to me after it had been stirred with additional pure milk. "Thank You, Steve" He also makes the same drink. Still, follow where I walk. Go to the living room and sit on the sofa. A man who looks matur

"Mrs. Leah—"I sat limp on the chair. My legs are too weak to stand any longer. My head felt spinning. This feeling of dizziness may be due to shock over what I saw and heard today. Steve swiftly squatted in front of me and took off the high heels I was wearing. My feet were gently massaged and the pain slowly faded."You shouldn't wear high shoes when you're pregnant. You didn't forget to take your vitamins, right?" he said, looking up at me from below. He's like a talkative lover. Did he forget that i left the vitamins at his grandmother's house? Because I don't care about this pregnancy.I don't know whether I will be able to love this child later. Honestly, I'm afraid that one day he will ask who his father is. Where is his father and why did his father die?"Looks like it's out of stock, I'll buy it later—" I said.He immediately immediately called someone to buy me vitamins. Steve is so agile and caring, he is just like his father. I can't possibly ignore someone like this, righ

I sat watching him cooking in the kitchen. A high chair in front of the minibar is a boundary between me and him. Like waiting for a chef to cook using an apron. Chef who is good-looking and is not boring."You like spicy, don't you?""Yes, I like it, just give me lots of chili powder," I said."But the little one can't accept spicy food yet, so I'll cancel okay—" he answered accompanied by a loud chuckle. How dare he play with me. Giving options but not saying, "Hey, you offered me, you also canceled is rude."He turned around and brought a plate of sausages with sauce. The aroma of the food is quite delicious. He returned to take several other plates containing pieces of vegetables and fruit."Pregnant women have to eat lots of nutritious food. Come on, or do you want me to feed you?"I brought my face closer and stretched my lips. What do you think he will do? For a moment he was silent and after that, he took a sausage and put it slowly into my mouth. It feels good.Steve looks em

Half an hour after the meeting ended, I waited for resignation letters from several people I fired. One by one they came in and the last one I received was a letter from someone named Bernard. He came in and immediately sat in front of me before I invited him to sit. His cynical gaze looked down on me. His arrogant eyes and body gestures reflect looks like Natalie. He greatly inherited his mother's arrogance. "I'm sorry if I disappoint you, Madam and being a good leader is a leader who accepts everyone's voting rights, not just ego. This company is growing because of us and our perseverance. Without us solid workers, this company would be nothing. I respectfully thank you, excuse me." "Wait, I want to talk, sit back down," I said, preventing him from moving to leave. He sat back facing me."You directed all the workers under your leadership to fight against the leader of this company, is that true? On what basis do you accuse me without evidence and want to expel me? Do you know who