Emily stared at her reflection in the mirror, smiling at what she saw. A genius. If she was not a genius, she would not have come up with the plan she came up with just a few minutes ago. She straightened her dress and smiled more, a hint of pride playing her lips. Just a few weeks ago, she had been reduced from her state of the Royale College queen to an ordinary, regular face in the school. But all that was all about to change now. Emily's gaze shifted to the object sitting on her dresser - a sleek black compact containing her foundation and concealer. She picked it up slowly and opened it. Dabbing in her brush, she applied some of the makeup on her face. She knew that she was running late for school, but she did not care. To get the attention she wanted, she had to be unusual, to be late. She applied the makeup and proceeded to work on her hair. She had seen a new style on YouTube and decided to try it today, being a Monday. At first, the process of the hair styling was not going

Anne's reign as the sexiest girl at Royale College was quite a long one, thus dethroning Emily for quite a while. Emily had actually not seen Anne keeping up with her Instagram image coming well like this, until it played right before her. This made Emily more than envious of Anne. Anne had the attention of everyone in school and Emily feared that she might have Ellis in her chokehold too. And that would mean that Anne had won her in their game of who had an upper hand. Ellis was the price, whoever got him was the winner.Emily got totally fed up with Anne's show and charade one day, and decided to do something about it. She gave it so much thought, and when she could come up with nothing, she settled at the one thing she had always contemplated. Spreading deadly rumors about Anne. A few days later, Emily took her plan to action. Fueled by simmering resentment, Emily made a calculated plan to say the words so that Sarah Thompson, one of Anne's friends would hear. Sarah was known for h

His buzzing phone interrupted his musings. Glancing at the caller ID, Dennis saw it was the chief director from accounting calling. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to push aside his churning emotions and slip back into the charming yet professional demeanour he typically wore when relating to his superiors. "Isabelle, hi! What can I do for you?" he answered in an affable tone."Am I on to Mr Kingsley?" The voice asked. "Yes, you are.""Oh," she relaxed, "you sounded quite different there, so I had to confirm. The auditor general would like to have a view of the net worths of our competitors right away. Please make your way to his desk with the information.""Okay. Thank you, Isabelle." Dennis maintained his sweet voice."Also, make a duplicate copy for my desk. I will be needing the information as well.""Yes, ma'am.""Thank you."There would be plenty of time to torment Ellis Royale in the days and weeks ahead. For now, he had a role to play — the perfect, model employee and

Mr. Cyrus did as he said and began to look into Dennis's files. He wanted to know how Dennis managed the department, and to find out how he could mix up Ellis's presentation topic without anyone noticing. This began the next day after the presentation, and in less than a week after that, Mr Cyrus found more than he was looking for. Mr Cyrus slammed the file down on his desk with a resounding thud. His face was flushed with anger, and his eyes burned with a fury that only a few had ever witnessed. The documents before him painted a picture of betrayal and malice that shook him to his core.Dennis Kingsley, the manager of the marketing department, had been stealing the company's proprietary ideas and selling them to a rival firm. Not only that, but there was enough proof apart from the presentation mix up that he had been actively sabotaging the work of Ellis. The audacity to do that to Mr Cyrus's own son and heir apparent to the Royale empire was just too appalling to think about. Mr

Ellis stared dubiously at the gift basket sitting proudly on his study desk. It was a lavish arrangement of gourmet snacks, fine wine, and an assortment of expensive sweets. A note was attached, written in Marcus’ daughter’s writing. Though he wasn’t close with his new niece, so he didn’t identify her writing, he only knew it was her because she wrote her full name underneath the note.‘Dear Uncle Ellis,This is a token from my brother and I. We hope you enjoy these tokens of our affection. We want to put the past behind us and start anew as a family. We know that none of us have really been welcoming, but it is only due to the circumstance by which you were added to our family. We wish to make amends for our previous behaviour towards you. Please accept our invitation to an outdoor dinner this Saturday evening. Jackie and Sean.’Ellis frowned deeply. Marcus's children had never shown the slightest interest in him before. In fact, their disdain for him had transferred from their fath