Rebecca eyed Myles from where she stood at the receptionist's counter. She was beyond frustrated. She could have just stayed in here for a few minutes, had Myles gone immediately after dropping her off. Now she was going to have to sit through this.... painful appointment. She let out a sigh as she stared at the dumb receptionist who couldn't save a life even if she tried. "Like I said," she said to the receptionist. " I have an appointment with Dr Schwartz." She said to her but the receptionist kept insisting. "I'm really sorry ma'am but Dr Schwartz doesn't have any appointments with you." She told her and Rebecca glared at her. "If you could provide an valid evidence that shows that you indeed have an appointment with him, then we'll let you meet him. But for now, there is no proof that you have an appointment with him. " She said and Rebecca was silent for a moment. This wasn't working at all. This lame woman sitting here was as clueless as a deer that is looking at an incoming
Just then the door bell rang and Myles chose to go get the door rather than to stay back and answer Rebecca's questions. Rebecca rolled her eyes as she watched him go. No answer definitely meant a yes. She felt irritated at that. Myles soon returned with another female. She looked more quiet than Larisa but Rebecca maintained a scrowl as she didn't know what to expect this time. "Rebecca meet another friend of mine." Myles introduced the lady with a smile. Turning to the quiet and pretty lady he spoke. "This is Rebecca Knowles, CEO of Knowles Corps." He said and Rebecca nodded her head when the charming lady nodded hers. "And this is Elizabeth Cooper." He said and Rebecca's eyes widened at that. She looked more closely at Elizabeth as she got up from her seat. She turned to look at Myles and he nodded his head at her in confirmation. This time, she was the one who stretched forth her hand at Elizabeth for a handshake. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Cooper. " She said a
Rebecca sat on the seat of Myles office, thinking everything through. God how she hated that arrogant prick. He didn't just say those words to her, she thought. She tried concentrating once again on her work but felt so frustrated that she literally wished she was back at her office so she would kick at her expensive as shit mahogany teakwood table. Ouch! That hurt!That's it! She got up with determination, her gears were set like a race car set to ride through the track and she approached the door with so much vigor that she low-key felt bad for the door. Hide away door, the mighty hulk approaches. Her inner subconscious sneered and she rolled her eyes. She took the door by the handle and was about to pull it open when it was pushed by someone else and she stepped back with a startle. Oh right. Just who she wanted to meet at the moment. Again. He stood there in his sleek suit, looking like he wasn't the monster he was. "Were you coming to see me? " He asked with a knowing look,
The workday dragged on slower than the usual, usual if you know what I mean, but Rebecca found herself counting the minutes until she could escape the suffocating confines of Thomas' office. She hated that she now had to work here to tarry and be able to bid her time until her full revenge. But she had no say in this....at least for now. She had barely managed to make it through the day after that unnerving conversation with Thomas earlier on. Her mother was always eager to capitalize on any opportunity and now she had agreed to stand in for her in the contract if it came to that. It felt like another layer of pressure, another reminder that she was trapped in this mess. Why the hell was Laura Knowles being this way?And she thought she was the crazy one. Clearly she inherited it from her mother. And, as if things weren’t bad enough, she had to deal with Ashton’s arrogance at every turn.Finally, as the clock hit 6:00 PM, Max and Carl appeared in the doorway, all smiles and chatter.
Ashton followed Elizabeth out of the restaurant, the uncomfortable atmosphere from dinner still disturbed him. The evening had been fraught with an undercurrent of unspoken words and side looks, here and there especially from Rebecca, whose piercing gaze seemed to follow him everywhere. He was more than eager to put some distance between himself and that oppressive atmosphere. The walk to Elizabeth’s father’s house was short, but it felt like an eternity as his mind raced with thoughts—thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, and what now might be too late to change.As they arrived at the Cooper residence, a wave of familiarity and nostalgia washed over Ashton. The house stood as a beacon of stability in his life, a constant in a world that had grown increasingly chaotic. He had spent countless evenings here back when things were simpler—before his marriage had crumbled under the weight of expectations, before his relationships had become a tangled web of emotions and
Ashton looked up from his tea as the door to the study creaked open and revealed a figure he hadn’t expected to see that evening. Standing in the doorway was Angel and the sight of her made him smile. It's been a long while since they last saw. Ashton watched her. She had grown so much in the past year, she no longer looked like the timid girl who had first come under his guardianship. Now she was seventeen, she exuded some sort of a quiet confidence, her dark curls framed her face that still held traces of youthful innocence but also bore the early signs of maturity. She sure was growing up. “Angel!” Ashton exclaimed, and he arose from his seat, his voice was filled with genuine warmth and surprise. “Long time no see. Where have you been?" He asked her. Angel’s face broke into a wide smile, her eyes sparkled with the kind of happiness that comes from being among people who truly care about you."Uhh, I live here." She said. “I didn’t know you were coming, Ashton,” she said to him,
Rebecca got home angry and seething. She was so confused. Why?Why?!Why the hell was Ashton and Elizabeth Cooper bonding more than they should have?The more she thought about it, the more it infuriated her and she just kept getting upset and upset and upset. She angrily slammed the door to her car and walked into the building. She got into the living room in time to see Myles Jameson take a sip of his drink. He was comfortably seated on one of her mother's white expensive as shit couches. Couches which Rebecca had bought herself. Rebecca seriously fought the strong urge to roll her eyes back at him. She wondered why he kept lingering around her apartment. What the hell did he want? He was only by a thin line lucky that he wasn't yet in her list of those whom she would b exacting her revenge on. Again the key word of emphasis on the word 'yet'. Rebecca made to totally ignore Myles and walk to her room when she spotted her mother coming out from the wine bar with a bottle in hand. N
Rebecca Knowles had barely stepped out of the steamy bathroom when she heard the soft knock on her door. She ignored it at first, she had every hope that whoever it was would get the hint and leave her alone. She was not in the mood for another confrontation or conversation whatsoever, especially not after the exhausting encounter downstairs. But when the knock persisted, she clenched her jaw, knowing exactly who it was. “Rebecca, honey, it’s your mother,” Mrs. Knowles called out, her voice was muffled through the thick wooden door.Rebecca let out a sharp breath, then with a eye roll and a deep scrowl on her face, she wrapped her silk robe tightly around her body as she walked to the door. She was tempted to leave her mother standing there, but she knew that would only escalate the situation. She opened the door with an irritated huff, revealing her mother’s concerned face.“What do you want, Mom?” Rebecca asked her mother when she opened the door, her tone was sharp and unforgiving