Mercedes went into deep thought. She admitted to herself that her actions were way overboard but she couldn't solely carry the blame. Nathan was as guilty as she was therefore, she would not carry such a burden. His aura was intimidating but since he was still human like her, she won't fall for it. She folded her arms and stared at him.
Something weird tickled inside of her and suddenly, she began laughing hysterically, it made Nathan boil. Mercedes wasn't going to kowtow to him like everyone else.
"If I don't know any better, Mr President, I would say that you are obsessed with me and you can't do away with my presence." Her tone relayed a mocking effect, making Nathan's eyes squint with a flare of fury, he scoffed, "don't get your hopes up. For as long as I have that dollar bill on the wall, I will do as I please," he stated matter of factly.
Mercedes recalled vividly the car in question but hadn't seen it anywhere near yet, the facts laid on the table that it might be Nathan's. "I..I...I'm sorry. B..ut was it, I..mean Y..ours? She was stammering and her words didn't make sense.Nathan sighed, "why don't we sit in my car and talk?" Mercedes' head ached so bad and her heart wouldn't stop thumping. Was he going to fire her? When she was coming out of the elevator, she saw the message on her phone which was an alert for her job switch allowance. All the excitement disappeared while she followed Nathan to his car, a Rolls Royce but not the Lambo she hit a few days ago.Mercedes fidgeted with her hands like a child caught stealing. Nathan was thrilled but his temperament would not permit him to show it. He was looking for a way to nail her and the opportunity just presented itself on a platter of gold. I
Griffin's ears piqued with curiosity. Mercedes never received a call at night, except for emergencies from her family. Concern flung him because it makes Mercedes moody when she can't fend for them instantly. "Hello," Mercedes calmly answered the phone."Miss Winters, I wish to inform you that you shall have dinner with me and our stakeholders tomorrow. It's going to be a formal event so I suggest you prepare for it before coming to the office." Dinner meant evening and Mercedes doesn't work overtime. With her new contract, she took time to read through it and there was nothing mentioned concerning that."I'm sorry Mr Legend but I don't work overtime," she responded lucidly.She heard him sigh and her heart thumped in anticipation of what he was going to say. "You do not have a choice remember? This is an official assignment and it's compulsory. My assistant is supposed to accompany me to every formal event, as stated in clause six of your contract. Or would you
For a second, Mercedes thought she heard him wrongly. "Excuse me?" "Don't play games, Mercedes or whatever that name is." He paused and frowned, "did you run out of names? Mercedes is a car and it confuses me every time," he pestered her but Mercedes wasn't amused. She was named after her godmother Mercedes who took care of her as a child. She died six years ago and right now, Nathan made her miss the former deeply. "I'm comfortable with Miss Winters. I never disproved," she turned cold. Nathan noticed it and didn't continue to taunt her anymore. Everyone had personal battles. "Okay, I'll call you Cedes," he confirmed but Mercedes didn't like it either. "No, Merce or Miss Winters." "Merce sounds like Mercy. I think that's better. Now, let's come back to what I was saying. I mean, don't pretend that nothing happened that night." Mercedes was trying to erase the memory of that night from her mind. She didn't remember it clearly but the details wer
Nathan's mind had been in a deep freezer after his little banter with Mercedes. Her words had pierced him so deeply, it gorged his mind with a new thought process. Was he that bad? He knew for a fact that women drooled over him. However, he was tempted to believe her words, looking at the dollar note on the wall. He also thought back to her weighing his performance to be below the average of a real man. Could that be her reason for not considering him as her type? Was his performance so bad or was it because he hasn't done it before for as long as he could remember and lacked experience? He wished he could try it with somebody else but the consideration in itself sickened him. He couldn't ask Jane because his moment with her was an unaccountable one. He couldn't recall a thing about what happened that night, unlike Mercedes. He had quite a lot to drink but recalled everything vividly. She seemed to be in pain and even tried pushing him away but he was s
"In your mind, who do you think she is to me?" Nathan insipidly asked. Anyone who knew him immediately detected his mood from his tone but Mr Hayes was clueless. His eyes lit at the opportunity. "You might think she's a humble, hardworking, smart and intelligent woman but you are wrong. She is sassy, feisty and savage, not suitable for a company. The only place she could function well might be amidst the hawkers, which is why I fired her," he shrugged, beckoning a waiter to fill his glass with wine. He flaunted a domineering attitude by which the waiter politely obliged. Mercedes was frantic and couldn't hide it. She was about to speak when Vincent took the fort. After all, he was the one who recruited her. "Mr Legend, I dis-" "I haven't authorized you to speak, Vincent." Nathan cut him curtly, Vincent broke out in cold sweats, and so did Thelma. Their jobs were on the line. Mr Hayes let out a triumphant smile, as he seemed to get Nathan's attenti
Nathan got to his penthouse and helped Lanre to the Italian luxury sofa. "What do you want to eat?" He unbuttoned his white shirt and asked. "Anything," Lanre responded faintly, his arm over his head and his eyes closed. "I'll make you some soup," Nathan offered. He loved to cook since he lived alone. Professionals came once a week to clean but aside from that, no other person came in except Lanre and a few family members occasionally. "You know how I hate soup," he retorted in a haze. Nathan was slightly irritated. "Then you should stop exceeding your alcohol limit. It's the best for your condition unless you want to snack on a banana," Nathan proposed. He knew how much Lanre hated bananas and wanted to provoke him. Lanre was his childhood friend and like all best friends, they always stood for each other but somehow, Lanre's marriage has drawn them a little bit apart. He no longer had time to spend with Nathan like he used to but whe
Mercedes arrived at the office in full spirit. A payment of $31,500 arrived in her account and she was slightly flustered. Suddenly, she recalled the stakeholders meeting, excitement sprawled on her. She was grateful to Nathan and wanted to thank him but first, she transferred the money to her mother's account. She needn't ask because they always needed it.She went to Nathan's office but he wasn't there. She set up and opened her email. There was one from Mr Bitman which was marked with high priority so she tackled it first. A few hours passed but Nathan hadn't arrived and hadn't called so she dialled his number. For the tenth time, he didn't answer his phone.She got back to work and was taken aback when Vincent instructed her to report to Director Blake's office. She thought she would be excited but she wasn't. After all Nathan had done for her, she felt that the devil she knew was better than the angel she didn't know. Truly, Dr Blake was nothing
Nathan yanked his hands off and glared icily at him, his teeth grinding. "I asked, what's going on here?" Nathan asked the second time. It was gross disrespect for Dr Blake to be there unannounced and not to see Nathan but his personal assistant.He instantly straightened himself, realizing he had just hit the president's assistant in the president's office. He had to think fast. He forced a smile, "I just came to return her blazer and she couldn't say thank you. I'll be on my way," he turned to leave. The aura Nathan exhumed was too dire."Stop!" Nathan didn't yell but even Mercedes felt uncomfortable. Dr Blake halted instantly. "Miss Winters, is what he said true?" He asked coldly.Mercedes took a deep breath. "He was asking me for payment for returning my blazer and I told him to take it back but he-.""What kind of payment do you need?" Nathan cut in before Mercedes completed her explanation. Dr Blake could hear his fast heartb