CEO sets a bait to dismiss Ciara
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Ciara's POV
"My money!" Becky opened her palm.
I scoffed and laughed. Did she think I was that foolish when we made the deal?
Even if I'm a pushover, I wouldn't return the money. A deal is a deal. What else?
"Which money?" I tilted my head and folded my arms.
"The one I gave you not long ago" her voice spelt surprise. She did not expect my reaction.
Again, I laughed.
Tiffany rolled her swivel chair and ducked her head to face us.
" Is there any problem?" She asked.
"No!" I fired, pushing Becky's shoulder with mine, as I hurried to Mr Marcus's desk.
"I'll be..." I was saying.
"Aye... Ciara... Something came up?" His voice was understanding.
"Yeah. I'll like to leave early."
" It's already closing hours, girl. You can go" he signalled by waving off.
"Oh" he called.
I turned back..
"You did amazing today." He said.
"Thanks." I bowed slightly.
Mr Marcus had never been supportive of me. Instead, he was always an antagonist.
I wonder what came over him.
I stopped a cab and hopped in. After ten quiet minutes, the cab pulled up in front of the school.
The principal ushered me to the medical center. Without hesitation, I pushed the door open.
Ella was on the bed with her head facing the door. I was a trifle relieved to see her. I closed the door sat on the bed beside her.
"How long have you been hiding this?" My eyes were teary.
It was shocking to find her ankles and feet swollen.
"I don't know." She looked away.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I was crying.
She was mute. "Why did you hide it?" My voice was commanding.
"For how long am I going to endure?" She was sobbing.
"I'm... I'm trying..." I took her hand.
As expected, we both cried.
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I unlocked the door, went in and waited for Ella to come in before shutting the door.
We opened the windows, as the apartment was stuffy and hot. It was sunset already.
"We'll see the cardiologist tomorrow." I told her.
She nodded.
I pulled out my earrings and necklace and threw them into the drawer.
Ella was already in the bathroom.
At birth, she had been diagnosed with congenital heart disease. Mum died on delivery. Dad was...
I don't want to think about it. He's my past now. I can manage to care for Ella and myself without the help of any parent.
Can't I?
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Jason's POV
I explained the outcome of the board meeting to Ryan. He just kept calm and composed while listening.
"Is she going to get the promotion?" I asked Ryan.
He smiled.
"You gave your word already." He replied.
I was expecting him to be in support of me.
"I didn't expect Ciara to be here." He said admist small laughs, more of scoffs.
"Yeah" I rolled up my sleeves.
"You know," Ryan stood up and went to the window. I followed behind him, staring into the dark evening sky.
" We could just make her your personal assistant." He looked at me with a smile.
"Why?"
"You could get things choked up for her. She'll resign within a month." He raised his hand for a shake. I took his hand with mine. We both laughed like wizards.
"That would be really..." I gave a funny face.
"Yeah." We nodded.
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The next day was risible, as I felt there was going to be a lot of drama, unlike yesterday.
I dropped into my chair, leaned my back and stretched my neck.
"Okay" I rubbed my palms, sitting straight up to pick my phone.
"Send the mail to the marketing department." I said.
I don't know why I kept on laughing.
I just felt riant.
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Ciara's POV
Susurant voices echoed in the department. I was out of the gossip today.
"What's happening?" I tapped Joan.
She looked at me with a puzzled face.
"You didn't get the notification?" She asked me.
I turned on my phone.
Shit!
"I'm out of battery."
She hit my shoulder playfully. "You got a promotion." She told me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. The feeling of being the talk of the company got me on planet nine.
I smiled over my shoulder with pride.
More whispers, please!!!
Some looked at me, others at their phones.
I went to my desk and plugged in my charger, then I began to scroll.
Yippee!
There it was.
'congratulations' I didn't bother to read through. All I want now is to know what position I have attained.
Hmmm
Assistant head of department. Indicating that I was just a step below Mr Marcus.
That's nice. I just need to play some cards to get his post, even if it requires dating our hot boss.
Oh gosh! He's freaking cool. All I want now is to see him often. When that happens, he'll fall for me.
More murmurs...
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Ciara's POV
"What!" I exclaimed, running my hands through my hair. It was down and flat ironed today.
How could I be made his personal assistant?
There must be a mix up somewhere.
I practically ran to his secretary.
"This was not supposed to be sent to me, right?" I showed her the mail I got.
"Are you not Ciara Gibson?" She squint eyed in doubt.
" I am... I'm Ciara..." I touched my chest.
"Then I'm correct." She went back to her work.
I felt stupefied.
"Can I.. see your boss?" I feigned a smile.
She picked the telephone and called.
"Okay sir." She nodded. "You may go in."
"Thanks."
What reaction am I expected to put up?
He's my bloody ex boyfriend for crying out loud!
I nearly broke the door knob while twisting it.
Jason's gaze was fixed at the door, like he was expecting me.
"What is the meaning of this?" I opened my hand.
"What?" He locked his lips like he was making the 'm' sound.
"Don't play dumb here!" I was loud.
He laughed. That was it!
"What else?" A subtle smile crept from his lips.
"You want me to be your PA!" I fired.
"You don't like it?" He took his phone.
Yes.. yes... I wanted to scream aloud, but I remembered Ella whose consultation fee I have to settle after closing hours today. My fists balled up in furry.
" You could just resign anyways." He pointed at an A4 paper on his desk.
Come to think of it...
He already prepared a resignation letter for me, waiting for me to sign.
Mother fucker!
"Jason!" I mumbled.
"Or, do you still have feelings for me?" His eyes wanted an answer. " That you can't let go of those things and act professional?"
I was shattered.
"I'll do it." I said. He gave me a pen.
"I didn't expect you to give up so easily." He murmured.
What did he think I meant by ' I'll do it?'
Chuckles...
"I meant that I'll take the position." He looked shocked.
"I would be your PA." My lips curved.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked
"I've never been so sure about something." I told him.
We both laughed with evil intentions against each other.
Obviously...
"I'll give you your first task." He stood up.
What does he want?
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