MEREDITH:
My new boss was a constant source of irritation, a thorn in my side that I couldn't wait to be rid of once my debt was settled. Who would have thought that, instead of finding a job, I would end up paying off a debt? It was disheartening.He was impossible to deal with—laying down ridiculous rules, exuding pride, and always cutting me off mid-sentence, which was infuriating. But what could I do? I was stuck with him for the time being. Brandon reappeared to show me around the mansion.The mansion was undeniably beautiful, but it came with a multitude of restrictions. There were numerous areas I wasn't allowed to access. My routine became a familiar pattern: knock but don't enter Mr. Pierce's room, wait in the sitting room, and if, by some chance, I needed to spend the night, it had to be in a tiny room opposite his. And while there, I was to remain out of his sight. Did the man despise my presence that much?He treated me like I was a plague, but I held no ill feelings towards him. He treated everyone like dirt.Every day with Miles Pierce was a battle. He was constantly yelling at me or assigning me impossible tasks. Yet, I had to keep it together. It had been four days since I started working for him, and in those four days, I had never been more stressed in my entire life. I woke up early each morning with one goal: to survive the day under Miles Pierce's thumb. I barely had time to eat a decent meal or take care of myself. Each day, I felt drained and went home on the verge of tears.My worries only intensified as my rent became overdue, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I ended up on the streets. But Miles dismissed the idea of me staying at his place, crushing my last hope. I had to find an alternative.Miles Pierce didn't care about my well-being; his primary concern was my appearance. He would criticize me for wearing cheap clothes and overeating, even going as far as commenting on my weight. I nearly lost my temper. I'm a worker, not a model, and if he knew what I was going through, he might cut me some slack. But, of course, he was too absorbed in his life of wealth, fame, and power to see beyond his own judgments.As I delved into researching Miles Pierce, I found myself overwhelmed. He was a titan in the business world, incredibly wealthy and powerful. No wonder he took offense when I mistakenly called him a cleaner. Learning about his stature, I made sure to remain invisible as he requested, obediently carrying out my tasks, no matter how challenging. The last thing I needed was to stir up more trouble.Today marked the fifth day of working for him. Not that I was counting, but I was. Like every other day, I rushed out of bed, took a quick cold shower, and hastily put on a presentable outfit. I then drove as fast as I could, parking a few blocks away from his house to avoid being seen, and arrived at his residence promptly at six in the morning. Despite his not being awake, he had screamed over the phone for me to be there at six or risk losing my job."Where's Mr. Pierce?" I inquired of Brandon, who was leisurely sipping coffee from a mug. Did he ever rest, or was he constantly working? I had never seen him relax; he was always alert and ready to carry out Miles's commands. I wouldn't envy his salary, regardless of the amount."He's meditating," Brandon replied simply."Meditating? Then why did he ask me to come over so early?" I questioned, perplexed."I wouldn't know, Miss Tate. It's best you wait for him in the sitting room," Brandon suggested, before heading towards the second gate.As I entered the house, my thoughts were momentarily distracted by Brandon's undeniable attractiveness. Each day in his presence tested my restraint, but I quickly shook off the inappropriate thoughts.Mentally preparing myself, I made my way to the sitting room, where I encountered Grenada. From what I can gather, she seemed to hold a significant position in Miles's life, perhaps even acting as his sugar mummy, given the way he treated her with respect and deference. She made frequent trips to his room, and despite her apparent age—late forties or early fifties—she exuded beauty, elegance, and class. It was no wonder Miles held her in such high regard."You're here," Grenada greeted me warmly, pulling me into a hug. "Help yourself to some breakfast while you're here. He'll take another forty minutes to come down," she informed me, nodding towards Miles's bedroom.She seemed to know Miles's schedule better than anyone else. I was still trying to figure out her exact role in his life, apart from my suspicions. There was a distinct lack of camaraderie among the staff; nobody bothered to get to know one another. Everyone maintained a professional demeanor, holding their heads high and behaving like statues. It was monotonous, with Miles's voice being the most prominent sound in the household.Grenada chuckled in amusement and shook her head affectionately. "Darling, don't be shy. Working for Miles isn't something you should do on an empty stomach. Take it from a doctor."Oh, she was a doctor as well? That was an unexpected bonus. This woman truly embodied the qualities of a role model. Regardless of what anyone else might say, if she truly held significance to Miles, then he had indeed landed a queen. And her kindness only added to her charm."If you need guidance around the house, just ask Isabel. She's the head maid. Try to loosen up a bit, so you can enjoy your job," Grenada advised, patting me on the back before heading towards the door. "I have to leave now. See you around."As she reached the door, Grenada paused, holding the handle, and turned back to me. "Good job on making it this far. You've surprised me," she remarked before exiting the room.Her words left me puzzled. What did she mean by "making it this far"? No matter how much I tried to think it through, it didn't quite make sense to me.My stomach grumbled louder, reminding me of its emptiness. Following Grenada's advice, I headed towards the door adjacent to the sitting room. I had noticed maids coming and going through that door multiple times, so I figured if I was going in the wrong direction, at least I would find someone to guide me.I softly knocked on the door, peeking inside to see four maids bustling about in the exquisite kitchen. Every aspect of this household seemed to exude beauty, with each room uniquely decorated. The architect, interior designer, and all the teams involved had truly outdone themselves."How can I help you?" one of the maids asked, snapping me out of my reverie. The other three stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me. I hadn't even noticed when she had approached me; I was lost in my thoughts. Were the maids also trained like the guards?Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles."Excuse me?" she snapped her fingers, pulling me back to reality. "How can I help you?" she repeated, her tone gentle."I'm sorry," I apologized, feeling flustered. Ever since I started working here, it seems that I have apologized more times than I had in my entire adulthood. "I'm Meredith Tate, Mr. Pierce's new assistant," I introduced myself.Isabel broke into a grin. "Oh, nice to meet you. We've been dying to meet you. Please come in. I'm Isabel," she responded warmly, firmly shaking my hand. "That's Sarah," she pointed to the one with hazel eyes."Hi," Sarah waved."And that's Britney," Isabel continued, pointing to a blue-eyed girl who seemed unfriendly. "Oh, don't mind her. She scowls at everyone.""I can hear you," Britney's stern voice boomed."And that is Lucinda," Isabel pointed to a honey-brown-eyed girl who eagerly sprinted forward and pulled me into a warm hug."Nice to meet you too," I said, realizing it might take some time before I could differentiate between them unless I looked at their eyes. Did Miles have a preference for hiring people who looked alike?Overall, I felt like the odd one out; they all seemed to be on some kind of diet. "Nice to meet you all," I repeated. "Grenada said I could whip up a quick breakfast while I waited for Mr. Pierce to come down.""Oh, come in. Come in," Isabel offered, gesturing for me to sit on one of the high stools surrounding the island. "What would you like to have, so I can make it?""Oh, you don't have to worry. Just show me around. I'll do it myself," I insisted."Not at all," Isabel insisted back."Okay, then. Whatever is available is fine," I conceded.She nodded and began to work her way around the kitchen while I sat, stared, and admired. We conversed as if we had been longtime friends. After a few minutes, she placed a meal in front of me."Dig in," she instructed, still wearing her charming smile."Thank you," I said, reaching for my fork, about to dig in when that perpetually unhappy male voice barked from the door. “What's going on here!” that forever unhappy male voice barked from the door.MILES: The last business meeting ended in Waterloo, and I was forced to reschedule another. Although not pleasant for Grenada to hear, we didn't have much of a choice. Today, she had to come in and administer those tubes that ensured I didn't crash along the line. My strength level has been low recently, and I couldn't even manage a proper ten-minute walk without panting. Good health and a strong heart are underrated, my friend. We kept the knowledge of my condition as private as possible. Only important people knew about it; Brandon, the head of my security team, Isabel, the head maid, my nutritionist, and, of course, Grenada. My business partners and the press only knew that I was taking a break from work, nothing more. That was the key to success. Keep secrets and information at bay, or they will use that information against you later on. If they don't need to know, there's no need to tell. Meanwhile, having free time gave me the opportunity to learn more about how annoying and i
MEREDITH: My heart raced as Isabel prodded about the incident with Mr. Pierce. "You called him a cleaner?" Isabel asked incredulously, setting the scene for the juicy gossip. The girls, except for Britney, were interested in knowing what happened between me and Miles. They said that he came back ranting and so angry that he fired an entire team. While she made the food, I thought of keeping them entertained. The house was so boring and deserted for crying out loud. They were lovely and we rapidly became friends. At least now I have a place to hide and pass the time whenever I am in the house. “I didn't mean to, though. I mean, he came out wearing a robe and looking like a cleaner instead of like Miles Pierce.” Lowering my voice, “and, he was rude,” I whispered. Isabel burst into a belly laugh. “No wonder you've been on his bad side.” Cutting in, “he is always on his bad side. Grumpy and moody all the time,” Lucinda added, smiling. By the time the food was ready, I was salivating
MILES: Why the hell were business functions and meetings invented? It was just an avenue to show off and run into people you despise. Anyway, I got settled in my seat as the function began while I had a mini-meeting with my partner and his wife. We were looking into investing in an agricultural company, which seemed more sensible before they switched and brought up the hydro-electrical project idea. It wasn't a bad one. But, I wasn't looking at expanding my company considering my current state. Starting a new business was like giving birth. The procedures you go through in nurturing a newborn are what you apply to make a new business successful: groom, care, nurture, love, fight for, protect, and believe in it. And, it was best if you oversaw everything. That way, you could guide the path it took. Entrusting it to someone might not give you the satisfaction you crave when you see the result. I bent over the table, the din of the busy restaurant fading into the background as I strugg
MEREDITH: “Please, give me more time. I know that I'm late for the payments, but I promise that I'll clear half of it by the end of the month,” I lied. End of the month? That would only happen by a miracle. I couldn't let him know that. Couldn't let him drop the case because it would be wasted energy and abandoning my brother. I deserved to know what happened to him. To get answers. Whatever it took, I was willing to do. His voice was subtle, although I could hear the strain of him trying to control lashing out. “Miss Tate, I wish things worked like that. I would've been more than happy to help you. But, they don't. I need to facilitate the team and, considering that it's a very private investigation, that's why it's harder. I'm sorry.” My heart ruptured into a billion pieces. Who would I go to? How was I going to turn back now and let go? “How about you give me an extra week? If I don't get back to you, then you can drop the case.” The phone went silent for a while before his voic
MILES: As fate would have it, trouble always seemed to have a way of catching up, no matter how fast you tried to outrun it. They say the world is small, but did it have to be small enough for me to bump into Louis, my ex? Our history together was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite everything, I still harbored feelings for that witch. I gave her my all, only to be betrayed when she found out about the financial troubles in my company and cheated on me with a soccer star. Not only did she betray me, but she also turned me into a media spectacle, painting me as inadequate for her. Her fans rallied behind her, leaving me when I needed her the most. She was my first love, and her departure, coupled with the loss of my mother, shattered my faith in women. After Louis, they meant nothing to me. Caught in the midst of this chaos was Meredith, who seemed unable to stay out of trouble. Dealing with her ex-boyfriend was one thing, but now I had to face my ex-girlfriend too. What a day it turned
MEREDITH: I didn't anticipate feeling heartbroken or sad if I ever escaped Miles's grasp. But when I heard him say, “you're fired,” my heart twisted, and my stomach knotted. I had the feeling of wanting to purge everything I'd eaten, the urge threatening to overwhelm me. Yet, he didn't even acknowledge my distress. How was I being blamed for something we both played a role in? It wasn't technically my fault. None of it was. Getting laid off was cruel, especially when I was struggling to make ends meet and hoping he would eventually start paying me. I guess I'll have to find another job. That might be better. Being around him was hazardous enough. The man was toxic, always nagging and never smiling. But before I go, I'll give him a piece of my mind. What else do I have to lose? Another lawsuit? “I don't exactly understand why I'm getting fired, sir,” I blurted out after moments of consideration. Miles shifted in his seat, turned, and glared at me. With the deepest, meanest voice I'd
MEREDITH: As the thought of ending my life crossed my mind, my nerves trembled. Many would argue it was against their religion or label me as selfish. But was living in such agony righteous and selfless? You don't truly understand someone's pain until you've walked in their shoes. As the burning clothes turned to ashes, I scoured my tiny apartment for anything that could aid my plan. I stumbled upon a rope, though I doubted it could support my weight. Still, I set everything up, forming a loop with the rope. It was ready, my path to freedom. For a moment, I stared at it, questioning if this was what my brother Christian would want for me. Was this truly my only option? Giving up so easily felt wrong, like taking the easy way out. Suddenly, my gaze fell on the empty ice cream cup on my kitchen island, which I had forgotten to clear out. It reminded me that I still had a box of vanilla and chocolate ice cream with some pizza in the fridge. My mouth began to salivate. Eat then kill mys
MILES: I stormed into the house, barely waiting for Brandon to properly park the car. "Did she call me a selfish prick?" I shouted, unbuttoning my shirt in frustration. Her level of confidence always got to me. Why didn't she use the same to defend herself against her ex, who talked down on her? The only person she didn't fear was me. Yet, every other person feared me. "I'm not interested," I barked at one of the staff members who tried to talk to me, not bothering to see who it was. I marched straight to my study, and as if the telephone heard me, it began to ring. What now? "Mr. Pierce, I've been trying to get a hold of you," my assistant Neymar Kane said. Neymar Kane handled most things in the company in my absence and had proven competent compared to the recent nuisance Grenada swayed me into employing. "What is it, Mr. Kane?" I asked. "I'm sorry to bother you, sir. But, the annual cancer and kids fund donation needs your approval. Also, the new shelter project has run out of