Mirabelle’s POV:
As we pulled away from the house, the sound of the engine filled the car. Noah’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white.
“Are you okay?” I asked. He had just told me everything that happened with his father a few minutes ago, but he had left out how it all made him feel.
I could feel the anger emanating from him, as he spoke. “He says that I am just like him.” He said. I glanced over at him, trying to read his expression, but his eyes remained fixed on the road. He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head slightly. “He thinks I’m just like him. It’s so infuriating because I’ve spent my whole life trying to be nothing like him.”
Noah has always been expressive, straightforward, and honest. But he was also the best at hiding his emotions, it makes it really hard for me to know what he wants at times. But right now, he had let himself lose and I liked to see this part of him.
He glanced at me for a short while
before his gaze returned to the road. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I am sorry for such a chaotic dinner; my family is not the best.” He said.
“Fuck tonight!” I said, my voice softening. “Let’s focus on ourselves instead. Thank you for standing up for me earlier.” I was thankful.
He sighed. “I would like to say something to you.” He began.
Nodding my head. “Go on.” I urged.
“I know I’ve always taken things slow and never forced you into anything, but I want to ask you for a favor. I really want us to get to know each other better. How about we go on a few dates and learn everything we can about one another? What do you think?”
So cute!
He is always so considerate and treats me with such kindness. It would be nice to actually go on a few dates with him, escape the chaos of this world, and know what it feels like to love again.
I reached out and placed a hand on his arm. “Sure,” I replied, with a wide smile.
He gave a small nod. “Just let me know when you’re free. The renovation for your new company was recently completed, so you probably have a lot on your plate.”
I leaned back in my seat. “Of course.”
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The morning light filtered through the room window as I rushed to get the kids ready for school. It was chaotic as hell but somehow, I was able to work my way around it.
Tyler was the first to ask. “How was dinner with Daddy last night, Mom?” His wide eyes sparkled as I buttoned up his shirt.
“It was great, sweetie. Just like you love it-pasta with extra cheese!” I replied, giving him a playful nudge.
More like a drama with extra madness.
Mika was bouncing on her toes, eagerly waiting for me to finish with Tyler. As soon as I tied the last shoelace, she dashed off to find her father. “Daddy! Daddy!” she called, her laughter echoing through the hallway.
“Hey, wait for me!” Tyler shouted, bolting after her. I chuckled, watching them race off, leaving me with Skyler. He stood patiently, allowing me to help him with his shirt, a soft smile on his face.
Just then, Noah stepped into the room, a warm smile spreading across his face when he saw us. Skyler, sensing his presence, hurried off to join his siblings.
I felt a sudden pull towards him, and before I knew it, he leaned in for a quick kiss. But just as our lips brushed, the kids came barreling back into the room. “Eww, gross!” Mika and Tyler exclaimed in unison, giggling uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Okay, okay! Time for breakfast!” I called out. As I led the kids out of the room, I felt Skyler tugging gently at my hand. I crouched down and cupped his face in my hands. “Is there a problem, sweetie?” I asked.
“Is Mommy giving Tyler and me another sister?” He asked, catching both me and Noah off guard. We were at a loss for how to respond.
Suddenly, Mika burst into tears. “Are you going to replace me, Daddy?” She sobbed.
“I don’t want another sister if she’s going to be as nosy as Mika,” Tyler chimed in, crossing his arms. Noah and I exchanged glances, but just then, Jamie stepped in. “Good morning, sir! Good morning, ma’am. Breakfast is ready.”
Thank you, Lord!
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I stepped inside the conference room and immediately took my seat at the head of the table. I bowed my head in greeting to everyone present, and they returned the gesture.
Benson, my manager, started introducing me to the board of directors. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mrs Mirabelle Estella Sylvester,” He said, gesturing toward me. “Our newest President. I’m certain that she’ll bring great ideas and leadership to our team.”
“Welcome, Mirabelle.” One of the directors said, nodding. “We look forward to working with you.”
As I exchanged pleasantries and smiles, I suddenly recalled when I first had this dream. Five years ago, people called me crazy for wanting to treat companies like houses-buying bankrupt businesses, renovating them, nurturing their growth, and selling them to capable individuals or groups.
Now, I have long lost track of how many companies I have purchased, built, sold, and still manage.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the meeting concluded, and I returned to my office, eager to settle in and meet the employees.
Once inside, I took a deep breath. Just as I began to gather my thoughts, the office’s telephone rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Good Morning, Ma’am; it’s Jesse, your secretary. I got a call from the receptionist earlier; she said that someone was waiting for you, and it seemed urgent.” She revealed.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“He says his name is Ken Sylvester.” She replied.