Michael leaned against the wall in the elevator and wished he could turn back the hand of time. This was too disgraceful.He was in an elevator stuffed with sweaty employees trying to meet their deadlines for the month. When was the last time he took a public elevator?Michael wondered how they got so dirty this early in the morning. The worst part was that the elevator would first have to drop everyone at their respective floors before it dropped him off at his floor.He dared to have a chat with Marcus about the treatment but he knew exactly why this was happening to him. He stepped out of the elevator when it reached its final destination.Michael headed for his office directly and ignored the probing eyes of the workers. He brought out his pass and flicked it on the door, half expecting it to reject it. Nothing surprised him anymore.But the door opened and Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around his office, it was untouched. It had been that way since the last time he

"Reynold?" Iryna called as she opened the door to the orchard. The evening sun was light on her skin.He turned halfway and cocked a brow. He hadn't expected anybody to know that he was here. He knew that only a few people were allowed to even enter the orchard. So, who was this?He squinted his eyes and he recognized Iryna. Her short summer gown; ponytail and glasses; the ensemble made her look sexy, something Reynold couldn't have enough of."M—Mrs. Walters?" He stuttered.Iryna was walking on the fallen log of a tree and she held her hands out on both sides of her body to balance herself.She looked several years younger, Reynold thought."Hey, Reynold! I saw you from up there and I was quite bored!" She replied excitedly. She held out her hands at him. "Help a lady get down please," she smiled.Reynold's heart jogged. The setting sun's rays fell on her skin, giving her that glow that beach girls had on their skin in summer. He slowly took her hands in his and he helped her down."

Reynold's lips were starting to look very attractive. She felt drawn towards his lips in the car. His powerful hand lay on the steering wheel while the other one danced freely, it was as if he didn't know where to touch at that moment, he was lost in Iryna's eyes.She drew closer to him so that their noses touched. She inhaled the scent of his sweet fragrance and tilted her head to make way for the lips. She was just inches away. Her heart was reverberating tightly in her chest and heat rising deep within her.Everything was happening in slow motion.She stopped moving toward him, she was scared of making contact with his lips. But he wasn't stopping, he was still moving toward her, she closed her eyes and waited for his lips to touch hers.The phone rang very loud, enough to make Iryna's eyes fly open with terror."Jesus Christ!" Reynold cussed as he drew away. He picked up the phone and saw that it was just a reminder. "Christ," Reynold said with disappointment heavy in his voice.I

"What are you doing?" Michael asked the workers that were putting his belongings into cartons in the office. The office was completely getting stripped of his things. He had just come back from being thrown out of Marcus's office. The confrontation with Marcus had gone south, not the way he had predicted."Executive orders, we are moving you to another office," the intern said. A security officer stood there nearby, in case Michael had any funny thoughts in mind.Michael scoffed. "Where are you moving me to?" Michael asked. As if getting his reputation tarnished wasn't enough, he was going to be disgraced further."You are being moved down to the ninth floor," the security officer replied.Michael gritted his teeth and clenched his teeth. "Now that is taking things too far!" He stopped and turned to security. "Who is the executive that issued these orders? Marcus?" He asked."No, Mr. Grant. It is Ms. Evans," the officer replied. The interns carried on packing the cartons out of the of

Iryna jogged in the private park wearing white trainers, black shorts, and a sweatshirt. She had started coming to the park frequently in the past weeks. Sure, her bodyguards stood nearby, since she had refused them to be disguised as civilians. She didn't want a repeat of her last park incident.Iryna moved her head left and right as she jogged, as if looking for something. Most of the people that were present in the park were old geezers and they couldn't keep up with her. Iryna eventually got bored and she sat on the bench, doing stretches.She was disappointed that Reynold hadn't been there today, he was one of the reasons she kept jogging at the park every week."Can I help you with that?" Someone asked her as she straightened her knee. She looked up and frowned."Federico Cuccini," Iryna hissed. She had recognized him straight away —the Italian prick at the last Mafia meeting.The Italian Don looked down at Iryna. He didn't hide the fact that he was studying her body. Iryna stoo