His Poor Heiress

Five years later. I came down from my family jet to have my grandfather employees waiting for me all dressed in suit with two black SUV waiting. I made my way to pops head of security and when I stood in front of him I took off my sun glasses. Hello, Samuel, I greeted warmly. Welcome home. Ms Cartwright, the tall ruggedly handsome head of security greeted politely. Ruby, I corrected with a smile. He nodded his head even though we both knew he wasn't ever going to use my name. The people in my grandfather's employ are always professional. He took the little carryon in my hand and turned to head to the car where the other security detail waited. I didn't follow but instead allowed myself to take in the air of the states. I have been away for five years and have missed home desperately. Words can't explain how happy I felt to be home. A lot has changed over the years. I was no longer the broken woman who left home five years ago. I slide my glasses back on and made my way elegantly to

After my bath I made my way to Sapphire where my grandfather was waiting at the dining table. He was reading a newspaper when I walked in, but dropped it on the table when he caught sight of me. "Anything interesting?" I asked pulling out a seat for myself. He shook his head. "No. It is the same thing over and over again." His tone was gloomy as if he was done with the troubles that plagued the world. "Are you alright, pops? I asked worriedly. He nodded. "Don't mind me. I am just being an old man." "You old! I haven't noticed," I teased, eliciting a smile from him. There was plenty of food laid out on the table that is more than enough for an army. My first night here when they served this plenty food I had thought us hosting a party only to learn that it was just a meal for my grandfather and I. My grandfather is very rich. One of the richest man in the city, and as his only living relative that makes me the sole heir to all his riches. Yes, I am a heiress now. "So what is your

My hand in his this time felt much more different than when he held it as he pulled me from the coffee shop. Here there was tension surrounding the touch as we stared deeply into each other's eyes, neither of us making any move to let go. It felt as if our stars were aligning in the universe. Corny. I know, but I have never felt thus kind of intense connection with another person just from holding hands, and he is sex on two wheels. Whew! Did I lock out and win a lottery or something. Please can someone break out the air condition because I feel so hot right now. “Excuse me!” someone said very close to us, but the words felt as if it was coming from a distance as Hassan and I continued to eat each other with our eyes. Everything else forgetting. I didn't even remember that I was planning on leading by example today by showing up early. If there was something called work my brain totally forgot it. “Excuse me!” The words came again, this time louder and a bit inpatient which finally

Mr Jones stood for me to take my seat at the head of the table. I did that elegantly with confidence that I lacked in my early years, especially being married to Tim. I let him lead, and detect everything I did with my life, because then I had believed myself so in love with him. I made myself seem less so that he doesn't feel challenged. But not anymore. I looked around the table taking in the shocked faces of the the heads of the company. Watching as most came to accept what is in front of them even though they don't understand. The only one who looked like he was insulted by the new development was my ex husband. In his face was anger, and disbelief. Like it was wrong for a woman who he deemed nothing without him to be the head of his company. He flew to his feet intent on making his displeasure known, like that matters. “I don't understand what is going on here. How can she be the new head of this company. A woman who dropped out of high school. Mr Jones if this is a prank stop i

He stopped mid stride as if shocked that I would threaten him so boldly. I immediately resumed speaking to the room like his action was a matter of no consequence, like his absence made no damn difference and it didn't. Tim might be good at what he does, but there are thousands out there who are also good, and even better. Firing him won't be a loss in this company and I wish he wouldn't tempt me. The loud bang of the door made all heads turn in the its direction including mine. He didn't. He just did. I shook my head in my mind at a typical Tim calling me bluff. Well, he is going to learn the hard way that I am no longer the woman he married years ago. I don't bluff. The whole table turned in unison to look at me. I could see their expression speaking. Asking what I am going to do now? I turned to look at Mr Jones who sat to my left hand side. It was an eye communication in which the older man understood everything I wanted. “It will be done,” he said with a solemn expression on