Natasha's eyes sting with tears and her chest tightens, her body shuddering. How can he treat her so inhumanely? Has he no conscience? She met the requirements! That was his own words! How can he berate her now and intend to reject her application all because she doesn't want to go out with him? Tears stream down her cheeks and she pats her chest, feeling so hurt. "Please, Mr. Wright," in an instant, she drops to her knees, "This job is extremely important to me. This company has been my dream company to work for and I have labored so hard to get here just so I could get in. So much also depends on this. Please don't do this to me. I can't go to the bar with you but don't reject my application because of it. Please.""Save me the bullshit, Miss Nicholson," he spits unemotionally and hisses, not sparing her a glance. "If the job was as much important to you as you claim it is, you would have accepted my request. "But since it isn't, you have the gut to reject so spare me the pity
The Luxe is a high-end bar with sleek, modern décor. The walls are made of polished black marble, and the bar itself is made of rich mahogany. The stools are upholstered in black leather, the lighting is dim and atmospheric and there's a stage in the corner where a jazz band plays softly.It feels like an unknown event is taking place as the bar is at its busiest, filled to the brim with people seeking a night of revelry and libations. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with the clink of glasses, the scent of expensive liquor, incessant babblings, and other erotic activities. Obviously, the barflies and night owls are in their element, enjoying a night of fun and frolic without any care in the world.Meanwhile, in a quiet corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the main room is Jordan, sitting relaxedly on a couch with his leg crossed and a glass of wine to his lips.He appears to be bored and is playing a game on his phone to pass the time.However, his boredom is short-liv
For what seems like an eternity, Benjamin stands there motionless, time standing still around him, and his mouth agape in shock.The slap had been so sudden, so unexpected that he can't believe it actually happened. It takes him until he touches his aching cheek for it to slowly begin sinking in.It wasn't a dream. He wasn't in a trance. It really did happen. An acid-like taste creeps into his tongue and he groans out, taking a look around him, especially at Natasha behind him.And at that moment, it is as if a bomb explodes in his head as he gets a clearer view of what just happened. This punk slapped him right in front of Natasha just after he tried to show off to her how influential and powerful he is.And to top it off, the punk threatened him that he would slap him yet again, even harder, if he as much as opened his mouth again. If these were done discreetly then maybe it would have been a little bearable, but the punk's slap and threat were so loud that they garnered the atte
A chill runs down Benjamin's spine all the way to his bone marrow. 'Had he just provoked someone he couldn't afford to provoke?' He thinks, his mind racing and his heart pounding furiously against his chest.When he attacked the stranger, he had been brazenly overconfident to do so because he thought the man was weak and couldn't be more powerful than he is.It was also because of that brazen assumption that he arrogantly dismissed the man's threat to call for help.He was so certain that since he was more powerful than him none of his reinforcement could be of any harm to him.But right now, as he looks at the burly men surrounding him, he can't help but realize what a mistake he had made for underestimating the stranger.First off, someone who can gather this number of burly men in less than two minutes is definitely not an ordinary man, he might actually be more powerful than he is.Secondly, these burly men are obviously trained fighters, how can he survive a hit from any of them?
"No, you won't dare!" Benjamin yells, his fists clenched. "Indeed, I might have lied about being friends with Mr. Capone," he sucks his teeth. "But I'm still Benjamin Wright, the supervisor of World Apparels Galaxy! You sure can't dare to hit me!"Luca sneers disdainfully, "If your general manager or Mr. Arthur Smith were here, I might show some restraint, but you are just a mere supervisor, do you think your status can scare me or stop me? What can you possibly do to me?! In case you don't know, you are nothing but a worm to me! Hmph!" He snorts coldly, barking, "Beat him up!"Benjamin's face pales and his eyes widen in terror. Truly, he is just a mere supervisor while Luca is the brother of Mr. Lorenzo Capone, their status are worlds apart from each other. How could he have been so stupid to think his identity would stop him from getting his revenge?His blood runs cold. These burly men are almost reaching him. "Please, Mr. Capone, spare me!" Not knowing what else to do, he drops to
Jordan's brows furrow into a frown. Once again, Benjamin's actions have just stunned him speechless for he never thought he could be so selfish as to do such a thing.And this is not because he expected anything less from him as he has kept on exhibiting bad characters upon bad characters, but because since the moment he met Natasha earlier today, he has been fawning over her, and even a while ago declared she was his girl. Even though that isn't true, Jordan had expected that, at the very least, because of it, he wouldn't give her up to Luca, but he did so effortlessly and without a single emotion as if she were a toy he could treat anyway he pleased.To make matters worst, he feels Natasha should be grateful. That statement is so surprising as it is infuriating. Natasha's heart is pounding against her chest, and she can feel her legs shaking beneath her and beads of sweat running down her back. She knows exactly what would happen to her if she is taken away.And just the notion of
Natasha's offer is quite appealing that the onlookers, especially the male folks, both old and young, are so intrigued. "Just the thought of watching her do the dishes is enough to make my day," they think, their minds wandering to the image of Natasha bending over a sink, her backside in full display, and their mouths water, so pushed to help her, but as soon as their gazes land on Luca, they sigh and dismiss the idea, the majority of them backing several meters away as they don't want Luca thinking they might actually be considering the idea."So none of you is willing to help me!" Not being able to hold back her emotions as she sees their actions, Natasha breaks down in tears, her body shaking uncontrollably.She did nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this cruel fate, but here she is about to pay the price for another's sin just because she is poor and has no one to stand up for her. As tears stream down her cheeks, her eyes turn red and puffy, and she feels a crushing sense of hop
Jordan gives a dismissive shrug, unperturbed by Luca's anger. He sits down next to Natasha and passes her a glass of wine before shooting a look of defiance at him. "My earlier statement should have been clear enough," he says coolly. "Why should I answer such a foolish question?"He crosses his leg, adopting an air of nonchalance. "If you have hearing issues then I suggest you go visit an otolaryngologist, I'm not one."Nevertheless, if holding onto the thought that I spoke out of the influence of alcohol would soothe your overbearing ego, then feel free to hold onto it for as long as you wish. As for your second question, I'm a free bird and as such, I do whatever I want.""I must admit that I'm quite impressed by your sheer courage," Luca retorts with a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nonetheless, I have to let you know that there are moments one's actions become acts of stupidity. I know you want to play a hero and rescue the lady in distress, but you should know wh