Extending a hand, Armand helped King get back on his feet. Thankfully, not many people witnessed what had happened."I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." Celine said."It's fine, Celine. I'm sorry for bumping into you too." King replied."Pardon me, but, what exactly are you doing here?" She asked.King was hesitant to answer, so Vanessa spoke on his behalf."He works for Armand.""Interesting." Celine replied, one eyebrow raised. "What exactly do you do for him?" She asked.""I... uh, I'm actually his driver." King answered, his voice softened and his shoulders slumped slightly. His gaze seemed to drop, and he avoided making direct eye contact with Celine."Oh my! What a shame. I heard about it, but I refused to believe it was true." She replied.She then leaned forward, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "King," she began, her tone cutting through the air, "I just can't understand how you've let yourself end up like this. Your father's company
However, their moment was interrupted by a voice from behind."What's going on here?" Carla asked.Both men untangled themselves from each other and turned to look at her."Nothing." Armand replied."That didn't look like nothing to me." Carla commented."It was just a hug." King said."A hug? Since when did drivers hug their bosses?" She inquired."King and I are more than boss and driver. We're friends." Armand answered.King's heart warmed as he heard Armand's words. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his eyes lit up with genuine happiness."I wasn't aware that the both of you are now friends." Carla said."You're not aware of a lot of things, Carla" Changing the topic, he asked "Do you need something?""Actually, I do. I need you." She answered in a flirtatious tone.With one last knowing look and nod in King's direction, Armand asked Carla to lead the way. Carla spurned in her heels and walked back into the party with Armand behind her.Carla's voice carr
It was Celine Smith. "Mrs Smith. How lovely it is to see you. Would you like to join the interview?" Greg asked. "That's if Mr Armstrong wouldn't mind.""It's fine, she can join us." Armand said.Celine then moved over to join them with Carla right behind her."Without asking, I can tell you're having a wonderful time, Mrs Smith." Greg said."Sure, the party is simply delightful." Celine replied."If I may ask though, what was it you and your daughter found so hilarious? Care to fill me in?" Greg asked."Oh, it's nothing serious. We overheard your question and it made us chuckle." Celine answered."Why's that?" Greg inquired."Oh, Greg, I must start by saying that I am absolutely bursting with pride when it comes to my dear Armand," Celine began, her eyes sparkling with a mix of genuine affection and well-practiced charm. "From his early days, he showed such promise, and look at him now, the esteemed CEO of D'Armstrong empire, the jewel of our city's business landscape."
The party had come to an end. Amidst the lively chatter and music that filled the air, Armand stepped into the center of the room, capturing everyone's attention. The warm glow of fairy lights illuminated his confident smile as he raised his glass. Silence fell like a hush over the bustling gathering, anticipation shimmering in the eyes of the guests.Armand's voice resonated with a blend of sincerity and excitement as he began his heartfelt thank-you speech."Ladies and gentlemen, Good evening and thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate not just business partnerships, but the genuine friendships and connections that make our journeys meaningful. Your presence here tonight is a testament to the strength of our relationships, and for that, I am truly grateful.In the fast-paced world we operate in, it's easy to lose sight of what truly matters. But events like this remind us that amidst the hustle and bustle, it's the relationships we build that sustain us. It's the trust,
It was Monday. As the sunlight streamed through the windows, Vanessa walked into the office with a radiant smile that seemed to rival the sun itself. Her heart fluttered with a mix of satisfaction and relief. The party the previous day had gone according to plan.Vanessa strode purposefully through the entrance, her heels clicking lightly against the polished marble floor. The buzz of the office was already in full swing, the hum of conversation and the clicking of keyboards filling the air. As she made her way to her desk, Mia, the newly employed secretary, approached her with a bright smile."Vanessa, I just wanted to say a huge thank you for inviting me to Mr Armstrong's party yesterday," Mia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.Vanessa paused, returning Mia's smile warmly. "Mia, it was my pleasure. I'm glad you made it and had a good time."Mia's smile widened. "I had an amazing time! It was such a great party, and I can't thank you enough for including me."Vane
In the office, Armand and Vanessa shared a secret smile after their intimate moment. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room. They spoke softly, exchanging light, affectionate words as they dressed, their laughter mixing with the rustling of clothes.Armand's phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen to see King's name flashing. Curious, he answered, "Hey King, what's up?"King's voice sounded slightly tense on the other end. "Hey Armand, there's something I need to tell you."Armand leaned back in his chair, intrigued. "Alright, spill the beans. What's going on?""It's about the Smith," King replied cryptically."The Smith?" Armand furrowed his brows. "What about them?"King hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Honestly, it's not something I can discuss over the phone. It's too sensitive."Armand's curiosity grew stronger. "Come on, King. You can't leave me hanging like that. Give me a hint at least."King sighed, clearly torn. "Armand
"I'm fine." King replied, grinning widely.He stood in front of the car, his body swaying slightly from side to side as if caught in an invisible breeze. His shoulders twitched with energy. His legs shifted back and forth, as if his excitement couldn't be contained within his frame. King's facial expressions danced between euphoria and bewilderment, his eyebrows arching up and down rapidly. "Are you sure about that?" Armand asked, looking skeptical."One hundred percent,"King answered."What's with the outfit?" Vanessa inquired, looking at King from his head to his toe.King was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit that exuded an air of sophistication. It was a deep shade of charcoal gray. His shoes were obviously crafted from one of the finest leather, and was a testament to his attention to detail."I went to the company where I had gone for an interview last week." King said."What did they say? Did you get the job?" Armand asked."I did!" King exclaimed."Congra
Armand raised his head and followed Vanessa's gaze to the gate of the beach house. A swarm of reporters had gathered, each one armed with cameras and microphones, jostling for position to capture the unfolding scene. They were like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for their prey.Vanessa turned to Armand, her expression a mix of frustration and exasperation. "Can you believe this? We can't even get a moment of peace here!"Armand sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I see them. We'll have to deal with it somehow."Vanessa urged Armand to just drive in and ignore the reporters, but he shook his head. "If I do that, they might press themselves into the car, and someone could get hurt."A determined look crossed Armand's face as he made up his mind. "I'll grant them an interview. That might satisfy their curiosity and get them to back off."As they approached the gate, Armand rolled down the window, and a cacophony of questions and camera clicks greeted them. He plas