The next morning... Meera wore a peach skirt suit and followed it up with a thick layer of makeup that distorted her face entirely and gave her another person’s appearance before heading for Greg’s company. Arriving at the reception, the lady refused her entry without an appointment proof. Meera messaged Greg on Insta but he wouldn’t respond. Last night, she forgot to ask for his number. Meanwhile, Greg’s assistant was sitting at the lounge, waiting for her. He saw Meera when she entered but failed to recognize her. With no means to reach Greg, trouble erupted in the reception. “Miss, you have to leave otherwise, I’ll get the security,” said the haughty female receptionist. “I really need to see your boss. He asked me to come over, which means he’s in his office. Just bring me to him or better still, give him a quick call and tell him that Me— ““I’m assuming you don’t understand my crisp and clear language. Even his family members cannot see him without booking an appointment, l
“Perfect, except that you failed to do proper research on the land you intend to build on!” Greg pointed his pen at the screen, asking, “do you know why none of our competitors are so eager to fight for the piece of land with us? It’s because the neighborhood is estimated to start sinking in 10 years. Didn’t you know that?”“Yes, I know, that’s why the company will increase its bid for the piece of land. 10 years is a long time. By eight to nine years, we would have profited and we can then sell off the property to another company. That way, we won’t suffer any loss. Moreover, the land is extremely cheap in the market as it is.”Greg sat in stunned silence, staring at his cousin who has no foresight. After a long while, he finally decided to say, “ What happens when no one buys the property from us? Are you willing to build a residence on a sinking soil for people to live in?" Before Hudson could reply, Greg raised a finger. “Why do you think that this company is standing at the top o
“Do you know her?” questioned Hudson. Without replying, Greg walked back to his seat and grabbed his phone from the table. We went on Insta and saw a bunch of messages from Meera, informing him of what had happened earlier. Greg typed a reply before calling his assistant. “Why was she prevented from seeing me?” He questioned. Meanwhile, the assistant who was already growing tired of waiting for Meera, bolted up from his seat when he heard that. “Mr. Greg, I’ve been here since and I didn’t see her anywhere in the building.” The assistant waited to hear his boss’ reply. At that moment, it dawned on him that the lady who had created a scene earlier was actually Meera. With this truth, he severely apologized for his mistake but his boss was still upset. To not be the bearer of his wrath, she needed to handle the problem from the root. After taking orders from Greg, the assistant ended the call and hurried to the entrance. On his way, he stopped at the counter and said to the reception
Meera suddenly turned her head to look at him and slightly shook her head. “I’m protected by my makeup, but you’re not. After today, there’ll be news about you and your ‘girlfriend’ on people’s lips.” Since it was unlikely for the media to report on Greg, it wouldn’t stop tongues from the high echelons to stop wagging. A thoughtful look crossed his eyes and he mumbled under his breath, “That doesn’t seem to be a bad idea.”“Did you say something?” she questioned while sipping her drink.“Nothing important,” he smiled. Greg’s phone suddenly rang, checking the caller ID, he stood up, then said, “excuse me for a moment.” Receiving her nod, he went away to take the call. Meanwhile, after he left, Secretary Sonia and Greg’s youngest sister, Lillah Carl, walked in through the entrance. They noticed that the atmosphere was weird, but as it had nothing to do with them, they didn’t mind the source of the disturbance and went to sit at a few tables away from Meera.Meera was on her phone and
She bolted up from her seat and headed over. Sonia tried to stop her but on second thought, she changed her mind and decided to enjoy the drama that would soon play out. Unlike her calculating older sisters, Delilah was spoiled rotten by everyone in her family which had made her almost unhinged. Whatever doesn’t sit well with her, she would speak up even though it would be best to stay silent. Aside from her grandmother, she was not afraid of anyone else. Even so, Lillah has quite a good character. She hates gossip, bullying, and lies. If she finds out that Sonia had lied to her about Meera, there would be dire consequences, but Sonia didn’t think of that. “Older brother, what are you doing here?” She smiled and hugged her brother on the neck, then she extended her gaze to Meera who was feeling uncomfortable under her scrutinizing stare. “You aren’t his business partner, nor his girlfriend, and you’re definitely not his secretary, so who are you?” Greg shot his little sister
Meera gave a faint nod, ready to hear his solutions. Seeing he has all of her attention, he began, “While you’re my part time secretary on the surface, you’ll use that opportunity to learn business. On the other hand, you’ll be a signed artist at Sunlight Entertainment... A fair deal, isn’t it?” Meera couldn’t even gasp. She was astonishingly stunned by what he just proclaimed. Sunlight Entertainment is the biggest in the Entertainment industry. One could only become a signed artist there if they were extremely talented. Does he want to humiliate her or send her to her early grave? “Mr. Greg, are you playing a joke on me?” “Absolutely not, you belong to Sunlight— “ “I don’t. I do not want to be humiliated, Mr. Greg. It’s enough that I’m facing so much already. I know myself and I know what I’m capable of. I’m not talented in any form or thing that the Sunlight Entertainment has to offer.” She was upset. How could he raise her hope only to dash it? At this point, she wouldn
"Then shouldn't you have known that the entertainment industry is seen as an immoral place?" Ben asked, his voice laced with concern. "The men and women sleep their way to the top while many sell their souls. Those who refused would be blacklisted and killed. Didn't you watch the documentation on the reality of the entertainment industry?"Meera shook her head, her eyes wide with innocence. "No, I didn't.” “Ah, right. You were busy with homework while I was watching it last week." Ben said as realization dawned in him. “But not to worry, I know the YouTube channel I saw the documentation. I'll just check again and show you the video.” With that conclusion, Ben handed his bicycle to Meera and pulled out his phone. After a long while of turning YouTube upside down in search of the video, he failed to find it. This situation irked him so greatly that he yelled, "See, they took it down! Horrible people! Meera, don't ever think of going into the entertainment industry, or I'll sever ties
“Sign these,” Ben handed Meera a brown envelope. Eagerly opening it, Meera smiled as the guests in the living room cheered the couple on in excitement. It was their third year anniversary and they were holding a little gathering with family and friends in the couple’s matrimonial home. “Aww...” someone purred. “If my future husband is not like Ben, I’m not marrying him.”“I’m about to cry out of jealousy, wish my husband was as considerate and romantic as Ben. The love he has for Meera is immeasurable.”“Meera is so lucky. I’m sure she got a land or some share transfer this time.”The people’s words became distant as Meera’s smile slowly slipped away when she saw the bold letters on the front page: [ DIVORCE PAPERS ] “Anything you want for compensation, you’ll have it. I— ”“I– I don’t understand,” Meera cut him off while staring dumbly at the papers in her hands. It was supposed to be her third year anniversary gift… what is the meaning of this?The cheering guests held their t