Chapter 1
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Wilma White POV:
“Good morning Miss White” chirped Maria, the receptionist as soon as I entered my father’s company. She’s one of the few people whom I enjoy their company in this huge building. Maybe because of her bubbly and carefree personality that reminds of someone I knew.
“Good morning Maria,” I smiled at her ” and what did I tell you about the titles?” I glared at her playfully. I’ve been telling her to call me Wilma without titles, but I guess I’ll just keep reminding her.
”oops! I forgot, but I promise to try to do it next time” she said apologetically ” better do it, next time.” I smiled
“Is my father in his office?” I asked her.
“Yes, he is, and he’s looking for you” she replied I thanked her and went to private elevator that’s used only by me, the Vice President, and the CEO who happens to be my father.
I earned my position in the company after much hard work. Even though a lot of people believed otherwise, but I worked my a*s off in order to get to where I am today.
But still that never brought you happiness which you were and still looking for . My conscience mocked. I rolled my eyes at her. way to ruin my day.
But you never forgot it in the first place. I blocked her out.
God I wish I can throw that thing out of my mind.
The elevator doors opened to reveal my father’s floor, I walked to his office door, knocked, and opened it ” good morning dad! Why did you leave so early mom said--” I stopped mid-sentence when I realised he wasn’t alone.
I really needed to stop doing this. Every time I walked inside dad’s office I start babbling without looking ahead, and ninety percent of those times he wasn’t alone like now.
I just never learn.
I walked to him and kissed his cheek as a sign of greeting him, then he introduced me to the hunk in front of him. He was very handsome with muscles all over the place but not in an ugly way, chiselled jaw, beautiful green eyes, and midnight black hair that complemented his tanned skin.
He was wearing a dark blue Armani suit that hugged his muscles, and his dark black hair is gelled to perfection. He was indeed swoon-worthy.
My father’s voice brought me back from my thoughts “Deren, this is my daughter Wilma, Wilma this is my best friend and business associate’s son, Deren Adams” I could feel his intense gaze piercing through my soul as we exchanged pleasantries, I titled my face to see him since he’s a foot or so taller than me maybe 6′5 tall while I was 5′9, and I saw him smirking at me as if mocking my height.
Uh men and their smirks I thought.
I extended my hand for a handshake “pleased to meet you, Mr. Adams” I said. “Nice to finally meet the diva of business world”.
I just smiled at him. Wow! that accent though. His accent was like Italians, but with a mixture of some other accent that I can’t decipher.
I turned towards my father “I just came to check on you, and tell you that I’ll take a day leave--” before I could finish I felt dad’s hand on my forehead checking if I have fever while bombarding me with questions with a panicked look on his face.
“why? Are you feeling hurt? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?” I sighed, and took his hand that was on my forehead in mine.
sometimes he forget who I am, and what I'm capable of.
“No dad! I’m fine. I just want to take Lina to the amusement park. She’s been complaining about me not having enough time for her. Therefore I decided to take her today and spend some time with her” I explained to him smiling.
I remembered how my bundles of joy was pouting while complaining to me.
“Oh, You scared me there!” Dad mumbled unaudibly while taking his seat again looking relieved.
I felt bad for him.
after that horrendous incident 4 years ago. He and my mother become really anxious when it comes to my health.
I don’t blame them they almost lost their only daughter, since they only have me and my older brother Aaron.
Even though I always assure them that it is okay to loosen their worries now, but they always retort saying that I’m still in danger.
Even if it’s not that much significant anymore, but it’s still there.
I was cut out of my short reverie when I heard dad saying “okay have fun, and kiss her for me” he said smiling, he really loves Lina and her brother Jacke.
Lina and Jake White are my strength and hope of a better future. Better than my past.
“Will do, now if you’ll excuse me” I turned towards Mr. Adams and mumbled a ‘goodbye’ while shaking his hand, and kissed dad’s cheek once again before dashing out of the room.
“Yaaay! Mummy can we ride that again, please” my baby girl chirped. Before I could answer her my phone rung with my dad’s ID flashing on the screen. I picked it up “yes, dad?” I said as soon as connected it.
“Yes, princess, I was going to tell you something important when you came here earlier today, but I forgot. Can you come to my office now?” dad said with a tone of worry.
“Yeah, of course dad, I’ll just drop the kids home then I’ll head to the office” I informed him. “Okay princess, I’ll be waiting for you” he said. “Okay, dad” I replied and hung up.
“Mummy, let’s go” Lina said trying to drag me with her.
“I can’t, baby girl. Grandpa wants to talk with mummy, so I have to go” I said, but soon regretted it when I saw her glossy eyes, and quivering lips indicating she’s about to cry.
I knelt in front of her, and reached her cheek caressing it with one hand while my other hand reached for her hair.
“Don't cry, baby girl. I promise I’ll take you and Jake next time to the beach, so stop crying now baby before you hurt your eyes. Okay? But now grandpa wants to see me so I have to go” I said trying to make her understand.
Then she smiled immediately, and put her pinky finger forward “promise, mummy!” I smiled at her, and intertwined our pinky fingers as sign of sealing the promise.
I nodded “promise baby girl” then I picked her up, took Jacke's hand, guided them to the car, buckled them, and drove home to give her back to my mom and her nanny Nerissa then drove to dad’s office.
I kept wondering why he called me back urgently and what’s the important thing he wants to talk about.
After about 20 minutes drive I reached there, and went in his office.
He looked like he’s in a deep thought with his eyebrows knitted together, so I approached him.
“Dad, are you okay? You look troubled. What’s wrong?” I asked worried while putting my hand on his shoulder.
He was silent for few seconds before he spoke “nothing princess, it’s just... Umm I need to talk to you about something very important---” he trailed off.
I found it weird because he’s never nervous when talking to me unless he knows that it’s something I wouldn’t be pleased with, and that doubled my anxiety.
I just raised an eyebrow at him urging him to continue then he said what I dread the most.
“It’s time to fulfill your promise to me, princess.” It was like my whole world, or at least the few pieces that I barely managed to put together has begun to crum
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