chapter three
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Brie's pov
I jumped on instinct out of fear.
“Sorry ma'am,I didn't mean to scare you” a young man who appears to be a chef says.
“It's alright,I just wasn't expecting someone else here” I tell him calming my racing mind.
“Ohh,before I forget where is the man who’s room is upstairs” I ask
“Boss left for Seattle this morning” he says
Ohh,that concludes my guess of whether he was the one that owned the building.
Wow,it looks like he's loaded too.
Too bad,I won't be able to see him again since I don't stay in Germany.
*It was a one night stand, remember?* My mind tells me cutting off my stupid imagination.
Thanks alot b***h I needed the reminder I say to my mind.
“Alright then, I'll get going now” I tell him leaving.
“I can ask the driver to drop you off” the chef offers but I just smile waving the idea off.
“Thanks but I got this” I tell him.
I get out of his penthouse and the resort in general as I get a cab back to the hotel where I stay.
My phone buzzing in my jeans but I don't take the call.
Checking my phone as I got to my hotel room, I find the missed calls of my mom and dad probably wondering where the hell I've been.
I don't call them back as they will only ask about Daxton and whether my plan of surprising him worked not knowing that I got the surprise, no shock instead.
I spend the next three days exploring the city ,getting rid of every memory I had with that pathetic leech of a man I used to love.
My mind unconsciously going back to that night with the strange man in his penthouse.
A man I didn't know his name.
The next week I flew back to New York.
Getting home and I was bombarded with questions from my mom, dad and my siblings.
I gave my mom a full gist of what went down in Germany,crying when I remembered how the man that spent three freaking years with me promising me the world said that he couldn't marry “A GIRL LIKE ME”
A fool I spent my long nights at work earning for,calling me a liability.
It hurt but they should go f**k themselves,am done crying.
As I get ready for my new job, I am happy that at least something is working out right in my life.
I entered a taxi which took me to the company.
It's my first time here and I gape at the sight of the “Mekvik’s media” company standing tall at the heart of New York City.
Who would have thought that I would get accepted into this company worth millions of dollars.
As I stride into the company,I observe how everything looks so expensive even the workers are dressed so smart, I feel under dressed as they stare at me.
I got the role of the CEO’s secretary which was not even what I applied for but regardless I am grateful because I mean,it comes with a nice paycheck.
I need the money so am not complaining.
The new CEO is going to be in today.
I am going to be meeting him for a brief introduction this early morning.
I walk to the receptionist to get my company card.
“Good morning,I am here for my ID card”
The receptionist,a fine lady with a nice blonde hair wrapped in style behind her head takes a good look at me then offers me a smile I knew was fake.
“The new personal secretary, right??” She asks and I nod.
“Alright,here you go” I take the card from her pinning it to my dress and walking away from her judgemental eyes.
Once settled in, the telephone at my desk rings and I pick it up.
“Miss Brie, the CEO’s in and is requesting for your presence” the caller informs me.
I get up, straightening my skirt and giving myself a once over before heading to his office.
Last night I tried researching about the CEO but pretty much ended up with nothing but a news from one of the site said that the actual owner of the MK’s industry will be the one overlooking his company in New York.
This very one I got accepted into,and apart from that there wasn't any other info about him,so tell me why I shouldn't my heart be beating a hundred times per second at the thought of meeting this man.
I knock twice once I get to his door, I hear a strict come in and I push the door open stepping in.
Looking up to greet him,the words die in my mouth.
The world stops moving.
Air stop entering my lungs.
It's him
The guy I slept with in Germany.
- Writer
