Relentless Anabel
1026 Words
On the other side , Anabel lay sprawled across Nathaniel’s chest in his private office room, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She had made a point of waking up early just to see him before heading to work, eager to savor the calm before the storm. Their plan was already in motion—everything was going exactly as they had envisioned.
“I can’t wait to see how pathetic Diane’s future turns out,” Anabel sneered, lazily tracing patterns on Nathaniel’s shirt. “It’s going to be fun watching her fall from grace to grass. She’s been acting so high and mighty lately. Let’s see how long that will last.”
Nathaniel chuckled, trailing kisses down her neck. “Don’t waste your energy thinking about her. She’s not worth it. Focus on me, baby. I’ve got this under control. Before long, we’ll be celebrating our victory.”
Anabel hummed in delight, biting her lip to suppress her grin. “I wish I could just stay like this a little longer,” she said wistfully, reluctant to move.
Nathaniel cooed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Soon, sweetheart. Once things are in place, you’ll be working right by my side. We’ll have all the time in the world together.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? You’ll do that for me?” she asked, eyes gleaming with hope.
“Of course. Our company is recruiting soon,” he said with a confident smirk. “I’ll make sure you get a spot. Just stay patient. Let’s focus on putting that ungrateful Diane in her place first.”
Anabel squealed softly, wrapping her arms tighter around his torso. “I’ll listen to you then,” she said, then her tone turned serious. “But let me warn you now. Once Diane is ruined, your cousin—Charles—might finally see through her and toss her aside. If she ever tries crawling back to you, don’t you dare fall for her tricks. That woman is sly. Promise me you won’t be fooled.”
Nathaniel rolled his eyes and made a face of mock disgust. “Don’t you trust me, babe? I’m not the kind of guy who’d be interested in secondhand goods. She’s done, and you’re the only one I want,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
Anabel’s smile widened. Still, deep down, she remained uneasy. That God-forsaken Diane had a way of bouncing back even when all odds were stacked against her. If Diane so much as dreamed of snatching Nathaniel away, she’d crush that dream before it ever saw the light of day.
With one last kiss, they said their goodbyes and went about their day, each with their own part to play in the game of deception.
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Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office...
Charles sat behind his desk, crisp and composed as always. He tapped his fingers lightly on the surface before signaling to his assistant, Nelson, to begin.
Nelson nodded and began reading the report he had compiled on Diane Thompson.
Charles, a man who believed in verifying every detail himself, listened intently. He never entertained unnecessary mistakes—especially not when it came to people. Just because Diane was known as the first and eldest daughter of the Thompson family didn’t mean he should take everything at face value. There was always a possibility that more lay beneath the surface.
Nelson continued, “Diane Thompson, daughter of Holly and Edward Thompson. Twenty-three years old. She was sent abroad a few years after her mother’s death to continue her studies. Recently returned after completing her degree in Business Administration. Her hobbies inclu—”
“You can stop,” Charles interrupted. “Put it down and get back to work.”
Nelson gave a short nod, set the folder aside, and left the office.
Just then, the door creaked open and Scott strolled in, casually settling onto the couch and stretching out his legs, attempting to prop them up on the table.
“Don’t even think about it,” Charles warned, shooting him a look that said, ‘What the hell are you doing here so early?’
Scott scowled. “You’re so boring.”
“If you don’t use your time well, it’s your loss,” Charles replied, setting down his pen.
Charles’s gaze sharpened as he looked closer at Scott’s face. “Why is your cheek swollen? Did you offend one of your girls and get beaten up?”
The swelling wasn’t too obvious, but Charles—who had known Scott forever—spotted it instantly.
Scott grimaced, remembering the stinging slap Sonia Walker had delivered the day before. That ungrateful woman. She had clearly been drunk, yet insisted she was fine. When he tried to help, she tactfully landed a slap on his cheek and ran off.
“Ugh. A wild animal,” Scott muttered, pulling a file from his briefcase.
Charles didn’t bother asking who the "wild animal" was. He took the file and flipped through the papers inside.
Scott grinned with pride. “Efficient, right?”
Charles cast him a look that clearly said, ‘Why are you so full of yourself?’ but chose not to respond. Instead, he buzzed Nelson.
“Call Brenda. Schedule a meeting with her and let me know once she confirms.”
“Got it.” Nelson exited the office again to carry out the task.
“Wow, can’t believe you’re still in contact with that troublesome woman,” Scott said as he stood up to leave.
Charles gave him a cold glance. “It’s business.”
He returned to reviewing the documents Nelson had brought in earlier.
“You’re not even going to see me off?” Scott sighed dramatically. “I’m so unlucky to be friends with such a boring man.”
He slammed the door shut behind him.
Charles merely shook his head.
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At the Thompson corporation.
It's already lunch time and Diane was getting ready to head to the cafeterias.
But before she could get up, she saw Anabel in her office with an exaggerating lunchbox saying. Diane was bewildered.
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