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“Of course, please close the door after you, Carlisle.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The door shuts and I sigh as I walk towards the windows that run across the entire wall, from floor to ceiling, behind my desk. I look out at the city that is mapped with sky-high buildings in modern sleek designs.
Cars queue along the roads and the faint sound of horns blaring can be heard from drivers impatient to get to their destinations
My eyes flick to a building far across the business district. A building that towers several storeys higher than ours. The biggest here…. the exterior is full glass, with words in matt black running along the side that you can read from miles away, set against a silver background.
ARAN KING
I look away, the pain that would once clench at my heart as a reminder of my ex, a pain that would claw at me like poison is almost non-existent…..
Almost.
I stare at my reflection in the glass. Before me is a woman with hair styled into a high sophisticated updo, a few tendrils of red hair frame her face. Sharp eyes that are winged with black eyeliner, and bold red lipstick covers her lips.
A woman who is the image of control and composure.
I’m wearing a white satin blouse that is emphasised around my breasts. I’ve gained weight there since I had the little ones. The blouse is tucked into my beige pencil skirt, that hugs my hips and waist.
Zaia Toussaint, the Managing Director of Toussaint Enterprises.
It has taken me three years to get to this position with only my father and the CEO above me. In three years, I achieved what many take decades to attain.
I fought with everything I had to get to where I am, proving myself at every corner, fighting against those who tried to thwart me and pin me with false accusations.. Annalise may have ruined my past butnot my future… Though the pain remained for years, I realised that if we had truly been strong enough, nothing would have been able to ruin what we had.
I lived in a world of delusion and fallacy, but now, now, I live in a world of wit, deceit, and power. I prefer the latter because, in this world, no one can break my heart. A knock on the door makes my breath hitch, bringing me out of my thoughts.
Turning, I walk over to the desk; I click stop on the audio recording I had been making on my laptop and look towards the door.
“Enter,”
I say clearly. The moment the door opens, and the scent hits me, I realise it’s father before he even comes into view.
I sit down in my seat and cross my legs. We may still not agree on everything, and we may not be close, but we have formed a pleasant working relationship.
“Zaia,”
he says, closing the door behind him. He opens his suit jacket button and takes a seat on one of the chairs opposite me. “I hear you had Santoni reported to law enforcement, and you are charging him with multiple accounts of embezzlement, abuse of power, and defamation.”
I nod, twirling a strand of my hair around my fingers.
“Yes. As well as presenting misleading and false information to the law. I understand that Santoni has been a part of this company for many years and even the board of directors are rather concerned about my decision, but this is not about loyalty, but betrayal. And I, for one, will not tolerate it.”
“You are playing a dangerous game, Zaia. You do know that the Santoni family is powerful.”
“I know, and you don’t need to worry about me, father. I know what I’m doing. Santoni’s arrest will be an example for the rest. A warning that the Toussaint empire will not tolerate criminal activities.”
Dad smiles and nods slowly.”
Impressive, you really are born to be a businesswoman, Zaia… or I should say a boss. I wish I had seen it sooner, but then, you are only twenty-four years old, you have your life in front of you. I wasn’t too late.”
“Thanks to me.”
I say lightly.
He chuckles and nods in agreement before he glances up at me.
He’s observing me, but seems a bit lost in thought before he shakes his head and taps his knee. “Well, I have arranged a business dinner party in your honour. Make sure the weekend is free,”
he says.
Weekends… I made it clear that weekends were not work time, although yes, I did work from home every week, but I didn’t like to leave the house for work.
But I don’t refuse, it’s a one-off… so instead, I simply nod. “And why are you throwing a dinner in my honour?”
I ask instead.
“You will see.”
He stands up and so do I as we make our way to the door.
“I look forward to it, I reply with a smile.
Dad is about to reach for the door handle when there is a knock on it and Dad pulls it open to reveal my secretary, holding a tray of hot drinks.”Oh, I’m sorry Mr Toussaint! Ms Toussaint…”
She trails off meeklyand I shake my head.
“It’s alright Nancy, Dad is leaving.”
I say as I take my mug from the tray.
“Yes, but thank you,”
Dad says to her politely before he leaves, and I return to my desk.
Now, what’s next on the agenda?
ZAIA
I press my foot on the brake as I wait for the security guards to unlock the large gates that leads to the entrance of our home. Once the large gates swing open, I drive through.
“Good evening Madam,”
the night security guard says, tipping his hat to me. “Good evening, Aaron,”
I reply, sliding my car window up.
I glance up at the house when it comes into view. The upstairs window lights are on and due to the warmth, a few of the windows are open.
The sound of a child’s laughter reaches my ears, and it’s like music. I park up in the driveway and turning the ignition off, I get out and shut the door quietly, wanting to surprise them.
I lock the car doors and make my way up the three steps that lead to the large four-bedroom home. Dad did not hold back. He gave us this when we first arrived.
Not only is it in a private area, but it’s extremely secure on all sides. The property itself has large walls topped with spikes surrounding it.
“Come on, time for bed!”
Mom’s voice rings in the air. Oh, he’s being a handful again!
I shake my head, unable to stop the smile from spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my heels off and stretch. Goddess, it’s been a long day…
I cross the large square hallway and hurry up the carpeted stairs, glad I made it home before they fall asleep. The door to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as I stop in the doorway and peer inside.
Mom is sitting on one of the two beds that are against one wall with a chest of three drawers standing between the two beds.
“Mommy is home!”
I gasp when my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping his arms around my thighs.”
Mommy! I made an airplane!”
I smile down at my little Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father, right down to the dimples in his cheeks.
I crouch down and pull him in for a hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,”
I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!”
He runs off, and I slowly stand up as I scan the room for my little Tinkerbell.
I notice her in the bed, hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at me. “Ah Zaia, you’re home, thank the goddess.”
She always worries until I’m home and safe. That’s what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl in the bed stirs. She’s already asleep….
I brush back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart clenching slightly.
My princess almost never made it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion, who looks older than his age.
They both are of Alpha bload, but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s no less bright than her brother.
“Mommy…”
she whispers, her eyes fluttering open. Grey eyes stare back at me, and I nod. “Yes, my darling, I’m right here,”
I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m happy…”
she says with a gigantic yawn.
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