Chapter 4: The Unexpected Boss
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At JC International Group’s headquarters, a group of serious-looking men had just wrapped up a high-stakes negotiation with Jackson, the company’s founder. After hours of back-and-forth arguments and intense discussions, they finally sealed the deal—JC International Jewelry Group had been sold for a jaw-dropping 10 billion dollars.
What most people didn’t know, however, was that there had been a complete shake-up in the company’s leadership. Someone new was now in charge.
As one of the middle-aged representatives walked out of the boardroom, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
“The deal is done, Young Master Damien. You are now the official president of JC International Jewelry Group.”
On the other end of the line, a deep, composed voice replied, “Got it.”
Damien had just taken over the very company Sienna worked for. It was a promise he had made to his grandmother, Eleanor. But even though he went through all this trouble, he wasn’t convinced it would lead to marriage. Eleanor was set on him marrying Sienna, but deep down, he secretly hoped she’d change her mind. If there was no love, then what was the point of marriage?
Meanwhile, Sienna had no clue that her company had just been bought out. She was too busy with something far more important—getting her son, Elliot, enrolled in a nearby private kindergarten.
The little boy excitedly grabbed his teacher’s hand and skipped into the classroom, his tiny backpack bouncing on his shoulders. His eyes sparkled with excitement—his first day at a new school!
One of the mothers nearby gasped in admiration. “Wow! Is he your son? He’s absolutely adorable!”
Sienna beamed with pride. Compliments about her little boy always made her heart swell.
A few days later, she started her new job at Bourbon. The perks were impressive—her own private office, a skilled assistant, and the chance to work on exclusive designs for top-tier clients. JC International had a unique edge in the market because of its personalized, lifetime customization services, making it stand out from its competitors.
Her assistant, Nicole Miles, was a cheerful young woman with an easygoing attitude and a knack for getting things done.
Nicole walked in with a bright smile, holding a cup of coffee. “Here you go, Sienna!”
Sienna accepted it with a grateful nod. “Thanks, Nicole.”
Barely two minutes later, Nicole returned with an update. “Heads up! There’s a meeting at 3 PM. You’ll want to be prepared—the new boss is going to be there.”
At exactly 3 PM, Sienna walked into the meeting room and took a seat. The atmosphere was tense, and for good reason—several high-ranking executives from Bourbon had gathered, making it clear that this was no ordinary meeting.
As she glanced around, her eyes landed on a strikingly beautiful woman with sharp features and an air of quiet confidence. Her name tag read: Alina, Exclusive Chief Designer.
Sienna instantly knew that this woman was no friendly colleague. The design industry was cutthroat, and competition was fierce. It was no surprise that Alina wasn’t giving off warm, welcoming vibes. After all, Sienna was the new face in the office, and people weren’t always thrilled about outsiders.
Just then, the sound of polished shoes clicking against the marble floor echoed through the hallway. A tall man in a perfectly tailored suit strode into the room, his presence so commanding that the entire room fell silent.
He moved straight to the head of the table and took his seat, his aura practically screaming authority.
A buzz of whispers broke out.
“Who is he?”
“He’s so young!”
“And ridiculously good-looking…”
The women in the room were practically glued to his face, their eyes full of admiration.
Sienna, on the other hand, was confused. Wasn’t the company president an old man? Who was this young CEO?
Michael Scoff, the vice president, cleared his throat and stood up.
“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce our new president—Mr. Damien Blackwell. He is now the CEO and chairman of JC International Group and will be overseeing all operations at Bourbon. Please join me in welcoming him.”
A wave of shocked gasps rippled through the room.
Blackwell? Damien Blackwell?!
Sienna froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she slowly looked up—only to find Damien staring directly at her.
What?! Why is he here?!
Her mind spun with questions. Was his family trying to pressure her again? Did they still think she owed them something?
Before she could think too much, Damien’s deep, commanding voice filled the room.
“Let’s begin.”
He turned to Michael, signaling him to continue.
Throughout the meeting, Sienna struggled to focus. Every time she tried to listen, she felt Damien’s unwavering gaze on her. It was unsettling. She just wanted this meeting to end.
The other women in the room didn’t miss Damien’s interest in Sienna. They exchanged jealous glances, their eyes practically shooting daggers at her.
The second the meeting was over, Sienna bolted from the room, desperate to get away. She needed to breathe.
But before she could fully collect herself in her office, there was a knock on the door.
She barely had time to respond before Damien walked right in.
She turned to him, irritation flickering in her eyes. What does he want now?
“What can I do for you, Mr. Blackwell?” she asked, her voice carrying an edge of sarcasm.
Damien sat down across from her like he owned the place, his expression calm and confident.
“We need to talk,” he said firmly.
Sienna arched an eyebrow. “This isn’t about work, is it?”
Damien’s eyes darkened slightly. “You know exactly why I’m here.”
There was a beat of silence before he continued, “Your mother saved my life. The Blackwell family has never forgotten that. Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen.”
Sienna sighed, her patience wearing thin.
“I’ve heard this before,” she said, her voice flat. “There’s nothing to repay. My mother did what she had to do. That’s all there is to it.”
Damien studied her for a moment before speaking again. “I know you have a son. I can help you raise him. He deserves the best.”
Sienna’s breath hitched. Her eyes instinctively locked onto Damien’s face.
For the first time, she noticed something she had never considered before.
Their faces.
Their expressions.
The resemblance between Damien and Elliot was undeniable.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
No way.
Her voice came out firm, almost defensive. “I don’t need help raising my son. I can take care of Elliot just fine, on my own.”
But as she said those words, a chilling question crept into her mind—one she wasn’t ready to face.
What if everything she believed about Elliot’s father… was wrong?
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