The office buzzed with talk of the new manager, Ava. Everyone gossiped about her remarkable beauty and her soft, flowing hair. According to the employees, she had a fair complexion akin to snow. Meanwhile, Ava sat in Tony's office, casually resting her legs on his table. Her attitude annoyed Tony, but he couldn't do anything about it because she was here to improve his financial situation. "You were instructed on what to acquire, correct?" she asked. "Yes, I was, but the truth is, I still haven't been able to obtain it," Tony replied. Annoyance crept onto Ava's face. This guy seemed incapable of accomplishing anything right. He excelled only in creating problems that others had to solve. This task had been assigned to him for years, yet he hadn't managed to secure what he was asked to obtain. "Your desire for power is quite intriguing. However, there's something you must understand. If you don't make a genuine effort to obtain it as soon as possible, you won't just lose the power
Having the same person working in his company posed a little problem for Ava, but that would have to wait as she still had to find that thing she was after. "I will start with the position you gave me as one of the managers in the company," Ava stated, bringing Tony back to that matter. Must he allow these vipers into his company? He had started to believe that he achieved his current status without their help. He had forgotten that they were the reason he was who he was today. "I don't care about what you think or what you would do. Just don't stand in my way here. You may be the CEO of this company, and all the employees are under you. But I am not under you; rather, you are under me. If you try anything funny, you will regret it. Have a nice day," Ava asserted, lifting her leg off the table and leaving in the most seductive manner. The vixen. She made him yearn for her even more, but would anyone believe him if he told them she was a she-devil? Someone not to be offended? He wi
Nagid walked out of the mansion with a stoic expression on his face, devoid of the emotions he once displayed while being a part of the Thompson family. He disregarded the message from his secretary, fully focused on the task at hand. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he dialed one of his trusted men, signaling that it was time to initiate plan B. Subordinate: Hello? Nagid: It's time. I think we should proceed with plan B. Subordinate: Plan B? But I thought we had decided to wait a little longer. Is there a specific reason for the change? Nagid: Someone is being persistently annoying, and it's time to teach them a lesson and shatter their pride. Subordinate: I see. Understood, sir. I'll make the necessary arrangements. Should we proceed as planned? Nagid: Yes, proceed as we discussed. Ensure everything is in place, and leave no room for errors. We need to make a strong statement. Subordinate: Consider it done, sir. We won't disappoint you. Nagid ended the call and continued
Nagid looked at the lady who had just entered his office in shock. He couldn't place where he knew her from, and she didn't appear familiar to him. Suspicion crept into his mind as he wondered if she was another person sent by his enemy. Ava, on the other hand, observed the person before her. She was drawn to him, despite knowing that he was the very person she despised. The resemblance between him and his parents, whose pictures she had seen in "her" office, was uncanny. Though she had only seen them once, their images were etched in her memory forever. Finding someone as strikingly beautiful as them had been a stroke of luck for Ava, but she knew that a reunion between them was highly unlikely. The person she detested the most stood right in front of her. "How can I help you?" Nagid asked, perplexed by the way she was looking at him. Her intense gaze seemed almost threatening, and he couldn't comprehend the reason behind it. Ava took a seat, deliberately trying to exude a seducti
George stood anxiously in the house as Nagid went through the file he had presented. He had been tasked with gathering information about a woman who had recently moved to their country. George wondered what she could have done to incur the wrath of the God of vengeance, prompting them to seek her information. However, what surprised him was the lack of substantial information available. Her details were highly private, and all he had managed to obtain was her name and place of origin. There was no information regarding her identity or occupation. The woman had appeared suspiciously when the Thompsons were on the verge of destruction, which raised further doubts. Nagid, focused and serious, scrutinized the limited information provided. "Is this all?" he asked, unable to believe that this was the extent of what they could find on her. The scanty information indicated that she was someone with a dubious identity. Even her social media presence revealed very little, except for seductive p
The sun was shining brightly, and the country buzzed with lively activities. Everyone was engrossed in their own pursuits. Celebrities were busy shooting a film, while a working individual patiently waited for public transportation to reach their workplace. Businessmen hurriedly drove their cars, eager to make more money. Amidst them all, sat a young and handsome man in a BMW. He was on his way to uncover the truth about his life, as he had an appointment with someone who could help reveal his true identity. Glancing at the time, he realized he had an hour left before the scheduled meeting. However, he was perplexed about the venue: Liberty Restaurant. Liberty Restaurant was the most renowned and exclusive dining establishment in the country. Gaining entry required extensive connections, as it catered only to well-known individuals, successful businessmen, celebrities, and public figures. Ordinary people couldn't even dream of getting a reservation, making it the epitome of opulence.
What do you mean by 'let's have'?" Nagid asked, his shock evident. Was he imagining things, or was this really happening? Emma had never allowed him to touch her, not even her hands. In their previous life, their intimacy had been fueled by alcohol, and it was a mutual encounter. But now, she was willingly proposing they have a baby."Weren't you the same person who wanted to avoid the life of a committed relationship for a few years before having a child? Even though you knew I wanted one," Nagid questioned, confusion clouding his thoughts.Emma was aware that her request would raise suspicions, but she had no other option when the method she initially planned didn't work. "I've had a change of heart about this matter. I know you desired children, and I've reconsidered. My previous stance was selfish. I want to make you happy, fulfill your deepest wishes. Perhaps this will bring us closer," Emma explained, her eyes welling up with tears.Nagid felt himself almost falling for her words
"Did you just say that the child might not be the one we're after?" Tony asked, surprised by the suggestion. "I'm just saying there's no mark on him. I think there might be a mistake somewhere," the urgent voice on the phone responded. "Then we have to find him, no matter where he is. Even if he's at the end of the world, we have to get to him before anyone else does," Tony insisted, understanding the urgency. As Tony listened to the conversation, he wondered why this child and the absence of a mark were causing such desperation. Wherever the child was, he hoped for the best for them. "You haven't said anything since your meeting with Emma. I hope everything went well?" George asked, noting the worry etched on Nagid's face. Since George had left the bank to work for Nagid, George had never seen him so concerned. Despite that, George had no regrets about being hired by Nagid; he knew Nagid was a smart person, despite his humble appearance. However, after Nagid returned from his me