Chapter 3: Chapter three
CHAPTER THREE
EDWARD'S POV
I finished the boring interview, and decided to head downstairs to straighten my leg. I couldn't get my mind past the beautiful poor girl I met. Her face was of the purest of beauty; her natural pink lips devoid of gloss were as tempting as... I quickly cut myself off; I wasn't one to fall in love easily not after the trauma I had faced. Though I enjoyed the sight of her retreating behind when I commanded her in and out of my office at will. Her beauty was so outstanding that her poor and faded clothes were hardly noticed by me, though I made a false comment about her dress.
I felt a certain kind of pride as I watched her cower. I was still replaying the scenarios in my office as I came to the ground floor and saw her scurrying towards the stairway with her head bowed. She did have a knack for scurrying; she could almost pass for a hungry rat. I quickly put myself in her way, thus making her bump onto me.
"Hey poor, watch where you're going, or do you have eyes behind?" I shouted with a satisfying smirk, as her soft boobs had brushed against my chest making me giddy.
"I'm sorry sir" she said
"What are you always sorry for? if you keep saying sorry this much, sorry will be added to your already established nickname "old poor hag" I said desperate for a falling tear. Which I saw, and the tears indeed broke my heart into tiny little pieces that I almost apologized to her.
I was ready to apologize but couldn't, for all the employees eyes were on me and I wasn't ready to throw my pride in the gutter.
"Get out of my sight, you and that balloon beside you" I concluded as I walked away.
I didn't want to feel guilty for this piece of gutter girl. Why was I even developing a soft spot for her? Who was she anyway?
My stomach rumbled, signifying how hungry my worms were. The hunger could serve as a valid reason for my sudden annoying interest in this new girl. For sometimes hunger does make us feel we're in love, when actually we crave food.
ROXANNE'S POV
"Why is he so rude to you?" Mara asked referring to the CEO'S insolence towards me.
I sighed as we began climbing the staircase "I don't know, maybe it has something to do with my dress or something"
"But why's everyone so rude?" She asked again, as if I had the mind reading psychic powers
"We both have no answers to that question because we are both fucking new" I replied almost in a harsh manner. Answering questions and climbing staircases were both tiring jobs themselves, mixing them both could be very traumatic
"Aren't we there already? I've been climbing for a century now. Can't we just do everything tomorrow when we begin our work here in the company?" I asked, breaking my no question rule
She made a soft giggle, and replied "we can't go back now, we're almost there"
"We better be, I might as well take a short rest" I said wearily.
At Sir Nathan's Mansion
EDWARD'S POV
"You are old enough to start a family, what are you still waiting for?" My father asked as we sat together in our sitting room.
"Dad, I'm just twenty seven, how could I possibly get married? And besides I haven't found...
"Oh come of it! Your twenty-five year old cousin will soon be married" my father said cutting off my speech halfway. I wish we could leave the marriage discussion and concentrate on discussing company matters
"You're becoming like mom. Please don't pressure me into marriage again. Last time I tried, everything ended tragically" I said raising my voice a bit at him, but the soft therapeutic couch stopped me from increasing the key.
He stood up from his chair and started pacing the room, which got me wondering. What was it he wanted to voice out? "Father, is everything all right?" I asked as my chest pounded heavily.
"Your mom doesn't have much time left" He said
"Much time left for what? But the chemotherapy was so successful." I said fearing the incoming sentence from my dad. I stared at the picture frame on the wall, where a photo of my mom and I hung. She had on her elegant yellow gown which complemented her long black hair. She had always treasured her hair and her beauty and was now as devastated about her failing health as she did her lost beauty.
"Mom isnt going to die, the doctors must do something. There must be some drug or something. Please don't let her die. I can't lose someone I love again" I said hysterically
"I am not a doctor, neither am I a seer. But all I know is that the doctors said your mom has not much time left. We have no idea when she's going to pass on" he said with tears in his eyes. He sobbed a little, before cleaning his eyes and walking out.
She was just 54 years old but she looked a century old after Cancer's entry into her life.
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DERA'S POV
"I could still remember the look on her face as I reminded her of her orphan hood state" i said talking to my friend, Selena the typist.
"And the fear on her face when she collided with Sir Edward" Selena added, giving out a short laugh as she made a continuous click on her desktop
"She thinks her beauty and intelligence matters in this company? I've been here as a receptionist for four years and I haven't yet been promoted" I said angrily. Angry with the fact that an orphan could afford to be beautiful and intelligent and even dare consider applying for such sacred position
"I've told you to at least pursue a Secretarial course in a university or a college, it'll put you on the limelight" Selena advised still focusing on her typing work. She was putting on a cherry red gown that I had chosen for her to wear. I made sure she didn't outshine me in anyway. She had to check with me for approval before wearing any dress, jewelry or shoe. I on the other hand was satisfyingly admiring my baby pink off shoulder knee length gown which gave me a queenly look.
"Oh that! I'll apply this year, and till then the secretary position better remains vacant" I replied determined not to let anyone get hold of that dream before I did.
She finally looked up and smiled before saying "no one will, you're the most experienced. Why do they need an outsider? And I noticed Sandra Mich with Sir Edward in the shopping mall across the street. They looked like they were..."
"And how do we deal with such defaulters who dare lay a hand on Sir Edward? Should we go ask some in the cemetery" I responded with a rhetorical cutting Selena shut and setting sail to my claim.
Selena smirked and asked rather foolishly, for her better than anyone knew how dangerous I could be "and how do you propose to carry out this grand plan?"
"We'd just watch her for this week through and know her going in and out. Next time you see them together, bring photo evidence" I said without mincing words.
"Do you think the new girl a threat?" Selena inquired, giving finishing touches to her work
I scoffed and replied "Well... If she tries anything funny, I'll send her to the brothel to go live with her prostitute mom" I said before realizing to my horror that I had spilled too much.
"Prostitute? Do you by chance know her mother?" Selena questioned, obviously interested in the full gist which I wasn't ready to reveal.
"Uhm... I just supposed her mom will be a prostitute, you know she's a rejected child" i defended not wanting to blow my cover. Thankfully, Tarella walked in and all questions got diverted
Selena turned her probing question to Tarella
"How are you doing? Is the plan going well?" Selena asked standing from her swivel chair and making her way to the customers' bench opposite her desk
"So far, its going well, you have no cause for worry" Tarella replied as she took her bag from Selena's desk and headed for the door
"Good! Keep us informed" I replied grinning
"I will. Goodbye" She said as she shook her waist to the sound of the fan
CHAPTER THREE
EDWARD'S POV
I finished the boring interview and decided to head downstairs to straighten my leg. I couldn't get my mind past the beautiful poor girl I met. Her face was of the purest of beauty; her natural pink lips devoid of gloss were as tempting as... I quickly cut myself off; I wasn't one to fall in love easily not after the trauma I had faced. Though I enjoyed the sight of her retreating behind when I commanded her in and out of my office at will. Her beauty was so outstanding that her poor and faded clothes were hardly noticed by me, though I made a false comment about her dress.
I felt a certain kind of pride as I watched her cower. I was still replaying the scenarios in my office as I came to the ground floor and saw her scurrying towards the stairway with her head bowed. She did have a knack for scurrying; she could almost pass for a hungry rat. I quickly put myself in her way, thus making her bump income.
"Hey poor, watch where you're going, or do you have eyes behind?" I shouted with a satisfying smirk, as her soft boobs brushed against my chest making me giddy.
"I'm sorry sir," she said
"What are you always sorry for? If you keep saying sorry this much, sorry will be added to your already established nickname "old poor hag" I said desperate for a falling tear. Which I saw, and the tears indeed broke my heart into tiny little pieces that I almost apologized to her.
I was ready to apologize but couldn't, for all the employee's eyes were on me and I wasn't ready to throw my pride in the gutter.
"Get out of my sight, you and that balloon beside you" I concluded as I walked away.
I didn't want to feel guilty for this piece of gutter girl. Why was I even developing a soft spot for her? Who was she anyway?
My stomach rumbled, signifying how hungry my worms were. The hunger could serve as a valid reason for my sudden annoying interest in this new girl. FSometimeshunger does make us feel we're in love when we crave food.
ROXANNE'S POV
"Why is he so rude to you?" Mara asked referring to the CEO's insolence towards me.
I sighed as we began climbing the staircase "I don't know, maybe it has something to do with my dress or something"
"But why's everyone so rude?" She asked again as if I had the mind rreadingreadingpowers
"We both have no answers to that question because we are both fucking new" I replied almost in a harsh manner. Answering questions and climbing staircases were both tiring jobs themselves, mixing them both could be very traumatic
"Aren't we there already? I've been climbing for a century now. Can't we just do everything tomorrow when we begin our work here in the company?" I asked, breaking my nno-notion rule
She made a soft giggle, and replied "We can't go back now, we're almost there"
"We better be, I might as well take a short rest," I said wearily.
At Sir Nathan's Mansion
EDWARD'S POV
"You are old enough to start a family, what are you still waiting for?" My father asked as we sat together in our sitting room.
"Dad, I'm just twenty-seven, how could I possibly get married? And besides I haven't found...
"Oh come of it! Twenty-five-year-old cousin will soon be married" my father said cutting off my speech halfway. I wish we could leave the marriage discussion and concentrate on discussing company matters
"You're becoming like mom. Please don't pressure me into marriage again. Last time I tried, everything ended tragically" I said raising my voice a bit at him, but the soft therapeutic couch stopped me from increasing the key.
He stood up from his chair and started pacing the room, which got me wondering. What was it he wanted to voice out? "Father, is everything all right?" I asked as my chest pounded heavily.
"Your mom doesn't have much time left" He ,said
"Much time left for what? But the chemotherapy was so successful." I said fearing the incoming sentence from my dad. I stared at the picture frame on the wall, where a photo of my mom and I hung. She had on her elegant yellow gown which complemented her long black hair. She had always treasured her hair and her beauty and was now as devastated about her failing health as she did her lost beauty.
"Mom isn't going to die, the doctors must do something. There must be some drug or something. Please don't let her die. I can't lose someone I love again" I said hysterically
"I am not a doctor, neither am I a seer. But all I know is that the doctors said your mom has not much time left. We have no idea when she's going to pass on" he said with tears in his eyes. He sobbed a little, before cleaning his eyes and walking out.
She was just 54 years old but she looked a century old after Cancer entered into her life.
*********************************************************
DERA'S POV
"I could still remember the look on her face as I reminded her of her orphanhood state," I said talking to my friend, Selena the typist.
"And the fear on her face when she collided with Sir Edward" Selena added, giving out a short laugh as she made a continuous click on her desktop
"She thinks her beauty and intelligence matter in this company? I've been here as a receptionist for four years and I haven't yet been promoted" I said angrily. Angry with the fact that an orphan could afford to be beautiful and intelligent and even dare consider applying for such an acred position
"I've told you to at least pursue a Secretarial course in a university or a college, it'll put you in the limelight" Selena advised still focusing on her typing work. She was putting on a cherry red gown that I had chosen for her to wear. I made sure she didn't outshine me in any way. She had to check with me for approval before wearing any dress, jewelry orshoese. I on the other hand was satisfyingly admiring my baby pink off-shoulder knee-length gown which gave me a queenly look.
"Oh, that! I'll apply this year, and till then the secretary position better remain vacant" I replied determined not to let anyone get hold of that dream before I did.
She finally looked up and smiled before saying "No one will, you're the most experienced. Why do they need an outsider? And I noticed Sandra Mich with Sir Edward in the shopping mall across the street. They looked like they were..."
"And how do we deal with such defaulters who dare lay a hand on Sir Edward? Should we go ask some in the cemetery" I responded with a rhetorical cutting Selena shut and setting sail to my claim.
Selena smirked and asked rather foolishly, for her better than anyone knew how dangerous I could be "And how do you propose to carry out this grand plan?"
"We'd just watch her for this week through and know her going in and out. Next time you see them together, bring photo evidence" I said without mincing words.
"Do you think the new girl a threat?" Selena inquired, giving finishing touches to her work
I scoffed and replied "Well... If she tries anything funny, I'll send her to the brothel to go live with her prostitute mom" I said before realizing to my horror that I had spilled too much.
"Prostitute? Do you by chance know her mother?" Selena questioned, obviously interested in the full gist which I wasn't ready to reveal.
"Uhm... I just supposed her mom would be a prostitute, you know she's a rejected child" I defended not wanting to blow my cover. Thankfully, Tarella walked in and all questions were diverted
Selena turned her probing question to Tarella
"How are you doing? Is the plan going well?" Selena asked standing from her swivel chair and making her way to the customer's bench opposite her desk
"So far, it's going well, you have no cause for worry" Tarella replied as she took her bag from Selena's desk and headed for the door
"Good! Keep us informed" I replied grinning
"I will. Goodbye" She said as she shook her waist to the sound of the fan
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone