Page 10 of Forbidden Deception

“Ah… that? Don’t think so at all.” I wave a dismissive hand, then before he can open his mouth to say anything, or worse, fire me, I bolt from the car.

I hurry straight to the garage where I suddenly remember Leo told me he would leave my car. I try not to scream and hold it inuntil I am in my car. As soon as my door is shut, my hands cover my mouth, I shut my eyes, and I scream, shaking my head.

I can’t be seen with a driver. No personal assistant is rich enough to have her own personal driver.

How could I forget?

How in the world will I face Rafael in the morning?

Can the earth just swallow me now?

I have done my due time. I’m ready to go.

I bang my head against the steering wheel, dying of mortification.

My cheeks burn hotter than coils on fire, my heart drumming inside of me.

I know my notice of termination will meet me tomorrow.

4

Life oftentimes feels bleak.

Expecting every day to be an adventure, every day to be different from the last, is delusional and having those thoughts is for people who want to hope for more.

While I didn’t say I don’t hope for more out of this life, it doesn’t mean that I am an emotionless motherfucker who doesn’t give a shit about anything.

In fact, I feel very deeply. I feel, feel, and feel to the point where those emotions are on the brink of destroying me. I have the time and capacity for dreams, aspirations, and hope. I want to make my vision of my empire a reality.

Running my father’s real estate company has provided me with the dream I need, but every day feels so much dimmer than the previous one. And yet, still, to this day, finding myself worthy enough of this success hits me in the gut.

Which is why I find entertainment in the destruction of others.

Finding a worthy opponent is hard. So when I discovered an interesting piece of information from my contacts, it made me feel giddy, like a goddamn child. Many have sought me out to beg for the long life of their reputation and business whenever ascandal his the news, I know how to control the media and twist every narrative in my favour.

Gustav Media just so happens to give me that leverage.

Remo Cainn is a powerhouse, and to hold a string in my hand that can cut that power within a few seconds has me on the edge of my seat. I fully expect retaliation in the form of my life being destroyed by Remo Cainn. In the meantime, I’ve found a little rabbit who hops around me, a little too often, a little too close.

I mask all emotions when she is around me just to see how she reacts, all while I analyse every single part of her.

Venezia Campbell is a mystery to me. I have found nothing on her so far. Her personal life is a clean slate.

Why does a boring, fashion-obsessed, talkative woman flit around me like an annoying fly so much?

I intend to find out exactly why this woman is so intent on avoiding me but also buzzing around me like a mosquito.

A couple of days ago, she got in the back of my car when I merely stopped at a red traffic light in front of my office building as soon as I left the garage. This princess hopped in the back of my car and started back-chatting and badmouthing me like it was her part-time job.

Boring?

Grumpy?

Off-putting and annoying?

Is this woman seriously such a loud-mouth that she was ranting to a random man, who she obviously thought was a hired driver, about her boss of four days?

Absolutely fucking crazy.

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