Mason blinked an unnatural amount of times before answering, “breathtaking.”Scarlet laughed heartily, throwing her head back.“Is that a good or a bad thing?” She asked mischievously, rubbing her hand down her other arm.“Definitely good.” Mason replied coolly, lips pursed, trying to hide the gleam in his eyes.Scarlet blushed, the atmosphere suddenly felt really warm.Mason felt it too, “ready?” He cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence.“Yes, although I think a glass of champagne wouldn’t hurt. For the nerves.”Mason smiled, “for the nerves.”He poured her a glass and watched her gulp it down, she finished in a few seconds and said, “ready.”The couple drove to the venue which was a restaurant about fifteen minutes away.As Mason drove, he felt Scarlet fidgeting and without thinking, he took her hand and held it, which took her by surprise but that was exactly what she needed.She offered him a warm smile, “Thank you, Mason. Truly.”“You never have to thank me.” He replie

Mason met up with Scarlet outside who was standing at the roadside, watching Madam Rodney’s car as it drove off.He stood by her side “She gave me a kiss,” She whispered as though she was watching a ghost.“Crazy things happen when you’re COO.” Mason joked.Scarlet looked up to her husband, “She treated me differently, calmly. Perhaps she will finally accept you too!”Mason chuckled, “I seriously doubt that.” He said honestly, and that was okay. He had given up ages ago on the thought of Madam Rodney, or any of her family members liking him. It was a fool’s dream.It made it easier to walk all over them though. He felt no pity for Jason as he ordered Rita Donovan to throw him out of Microloft’s HQ, embarrassing him and he will feel no pity when he dealt with Elicia for insinuating that which she did.They were going to have to learn not to speak ill of his wife.The couple, Mason and Scarlet got home.As they entered the living area, “Thank you for coming Mason… to support me.” Scarl

Mason stepped into the lobby of Microsoft and casually observed his surroundings, no one deemed him worthy of attention yet, so he was free to look at the flow of employees without being really suspicious.The huge lobby with its endless walls of glass going on and on was doing something to his mind, and the perfect synchrony of everyone working was quite a daunting sight, “Microloft was truly beautiful,” he thought, not just in terms of the huge infrastructure that dominated a whole section of Beverly hills, but the efficiency of the people within, who briskly kept the company afloat, one Chanel bag and gleaming Prada shoe at a time.Squaring up his shoulders, he stepped into an elevator with about fifteen employees despite knowing fully well that his own personal one was just right there. Oh well, he thought, he just might have to prove himself worthy of it first. The dinging of the elevator brought him to his senses as employees pushed through, eager to get out of the stifling heat

Mason walked out of Hugo Boss with a smile on his face, despite the fact that the clothes were kept in the bag he held, he could not afford to wear such items so casually now, he was still unannounced after all, and doing that would jeopardize everything he was working for. Just then he spotted a group of passersby gathered around the huge screen outside, they were all in varying stages of deep emotions and he walked over to see what was going on with them. “Oh my gosh! He is so handsome isn't he?” A young woman cried, with a smitten look plastered on her face as she clapped her hands together in pure excitement. “Not just handsome, he is kind also.” An Asian woman spoke quietly as gazed forward at the screen with admiration, her wrinkled eyes crinkling at the corners even more. A chorus of agreement rose up among everyone gathered around as they all murmured their agreements and Mason turned to view the screen. To his shock and utter disdain, Ric Wilson's obnoxious face filled t