Katarina’s POV
Everyone in the conference room was jubilant with the quick turn of events. One moment Regor was poised to turn over his post to VP Todd, the next, he made a complete turnaround and decided to remain as the President and finish his term.I saw the men clapping and nudged themselves silly. It brought a smile to my face.The crisis is over, at least on the political level, swaying the public opinion is another battle we need to hurdle.Before we bid them our leave, they had been discussing plans and strategies on how they would circumvent the situation with the media. They were in a video conference with the Palace media network head together with other station managers for a compromise.Seeing that the affair left me and the children exhausted, Regor asked his new assistant whose name he said was Mr. Simmons, and my former assistant Lizette to accompany us to his suites so we could rest.Kathryn needs to be fed, too. She had been fuRegor’s POVIt was a bright Sunday morning. I was impatient as I stood at the foot of the altar, right smack in the middle. Dion was standing beside me. We were watching as the rest of the entourage started parading on the center aisle.I could not wait to be married again. Yes, today, I am renewing my vows to my Katarina in a church, in front of a thousand guests. This is our third renewal, but who’s counting? I wanted her to know with the whole world as our witnesses how much I treasured her.She may have come later in my life, but she was the one who changed the game for me.Then it was Daphne’s turn to walk. She was her mother’s bridesmaid. She was all smiles when she reached me. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and a warm hug.I returned her embrace and swayed her from side to side. When I released her she gave me a warm smile that reminded me so much of her mother.Then Lena, the cutest little girl, started skipping the aisle, throwing assort
I felt my Samsung phone, placed strategically under my pillow, vibrated, and my heart quickly hammered in my chest in anticipation. My mind on alert, I quickly opened my eyes and fished the phone out of its confines. All this while, my chest heaved in anticipation and excitement. I took in several gulps of air - alternately breathing in and out to calm my raging nerves before I held the phone to my face and tried to read in the dark. It was a short message, very straight-forward - the kind that is depressing in its formality. There was not even a salutation that would disprove the formality of the message. It only said,
Katarina’s POV“Daphne, Dion, breakfast is ready,” I shouted at the foot of the stairs that bright early Monday morning.It was my first day at my new job. It was also a school day for my adolescents.“Coming, Mom." They shot back.Not long after, the sounds of doors opening and closing upstairs perked my ears, and my two teenagers garbed in their school uniforms playfully bounded down the stairs.I smiled peacefully at this scene.They had a mini race going downstairs. The first one to reach me was Dion, my youngest. His eyes held mischief when he looked at me. At 13, Dion
Regor’s POV “Mr. President, we already have the perfect candidate for my replacement. You may read all the information about her as well as pertinent documents in this folder.” Gino, my outgoing chief executive assistant, informed me before he handed me an inch-thick folder. I began to get alarmed. “Her?” I asked before I straightened my body to my office chair. He nodded, and I frowned. “I thought I told you to get me a man for the job?” I reminded Gino, miffed at the idea that for the first time, he did not follow my orders.
Katarina’s POVAfter they gave me last-minute instructions, they told me to wait in this room.I looked around the elegant room - it was spacious, organized, but very manly. I decided that this room needs a feminine touch.My gaze caught the presidential seal on the wall and then at the picture of President Regor Aldeguer on one side. I went to it and studied the man thoughtfully.And then I remembered my orders. The political party wanted me to provide a stable life for the President, one that would erase his playboy image.I had to create a homey air around him to suggest that he was done playing the field and is ready to settle down. An
Katarina’s POVI was dead wrong.If I thought earlier that working with the President would be easy, then I thought wrong.Working for the President, I can manage. I am adept at arranging things, deflecting tension, and organizing his day impeccably so he could perform his presidential tasks well. I run his office smoothly, like clockwork, even his suite at the palace.What I found formidable is working for Regor Aldeguer, the man.He keeps me on my toes. He countered all my bright ideas. Our latest contention - changing the interiors of his quarters to make it look less like a predator male’s den.
KATARINA’s POVWe were at the grandstand at Army Headquarters for the Changing of Command ceremonies of the Armed Forces.The President was currently on the podium delivering his speech when my phone beeped.‘Mom, where are you?’ It was Daphne demanding to know where I am.My children were still in the school for Dion’s awarding. He and some other students recently won a regional competition, and the school organized an event to honor their achievements.I mentally groaned. I promised my son, Dion, that I would attend his event.I checked my watch for the umpteenth tim
Regor POVI am livid. I could wring Katarina's neck.“Who told you that you could poke your nose on my personal affairs?” I shouted at her when she came into my office.I could give her credit. She did not even recoil from my outburst as some of my staff with lesser mettle would do.She was Mrs. Calm and Collected personified.“Mr. President, Sir, it was the party who hired me. Technically, I work for them. They gave me specific instructions that I need to carry out.”Her voice was calm. Soothing, even. But I am too angry to care. If those old fools could think that they could run my show, they are in for a surprise.“And Eliana was not on the list, I gather?” I asked, referring to the list of candidates that our political party shortlisted for my future wife. I have seen it earlier and balked at some of the names included in the selection.She bit her lip and bowed her head.Her silen