Novel Drama 18
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Chapter 18
Thalia’s Pov
I stared at him, perplexed; our agreement never required me to work; if my memory served me
correctly, he was supposed to reclaim my company and money while I sat around doing nothing. Or
was I asking too much from the stranger in front of me?
Thalia, suicide thoughts began lingering when you walked out of that door. Believe me when I say. that
if you just sit here doing nothing, those thoughts will return. You must keep yourself busy int order to
avoid such thoughts.” As if he could read my mind, he stated.
It was always perplexing to me how he went from p*rvert to a serious life coach or whatever in
seconds.
“But… It’s been long since I’ve worked in an office, and your industry isn’t the same as what I studied at
University.” I protested.
In a serious tone, he said. “Take the files and sit down.” To be honest, I missed the Brandon who was
always constantly staring at my breast or comparing penises.
With shaky legs. I picked up the paperwork and sat down. Brandon’s company was an empire, very
huge in comparison to my father’s business.
“Thalia. I’ll be with you the whole time with an earpiece; all I need is for your trust,” he said. As I flipped
through the pages, I was perplexed. “But why do I have to go to work? Why can’t I be here. with you? I
won’t consider suicide if you’re here with me,” I explained. He smiled, much to my
annoyance.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right in front of your eyes so you won’t miss me,” he said as I rolled my eyes.
“On a more serious topic, my board of directors will attempt to overthrow me tomorrow,” in a serious
tone, he stated. “They’ll vote; I have 51% of the vote, but if I’m not present, they can use the remaining
49% to get a court order declaring that I’m unfit. I would be summoned to defend my fitness and I’ll lose
my company,” he clarified the situation.
I bit my lower lip in surprise, “but I thought your company had clauses giving you full ownership?” I
asked.
“After I pulled off my attempt to sink the company at the last minute
them a legal case and a vote, he replied.
For a brief period, I was deafeningly silent.
discovered it which grants
“Yes, Thalia, I have the money to take down Josh, but I need my company,” he explained. “There are
things I can do with the company that I can’t do with my money.”
As my anxieties began to rise, I pretended to be glancing at the files. I wasn’t timid or terrified of public
speaking, but the divorce trial robbed me of my voice and confidence, as well as any desire to speak. I
hadn’t started speaking till after I met him, and I didn’t want to embarrass him. He was putting too much
on me when I was just a messy balloon waiting to explode.
As though he was thinking, he closed his eyes. He twisted his neck painfully back and forth before
opening his eyes and staring at me.
“What?” I inquired in a sorrowful voice.
“Do you trust me?” He asked.
“I’ve only known you for two days,” I replied.
“Well, I trust you; I left the gate open yesterday because I knew there was a 2% chance you wouldn’t
forsake me,” he said, his voice solemn. “Yes, we only met two days ago, but based on your narrative.
even if it was embarrassing, I believe I can trust you with my final days, he continued, throwing me
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to gulp as I just stared at him, speechless.
It was like our little takedown pact had given him a will to live. He no longer had the sad eyes that I first
bumped into.
“Yes, it will take you ten years to trust anyone again, but prove Josh wrong. Yes, you misjudged him,
but we all do, and it’s all part of life lessons” he added.
Everything he was saying was right, and he was making sense, so I merely gazed at the floor in
humiliation as I attempted to fight back the tears.
“So what if he made a fool out of you!” He said this while pulling out a remote control and activating the
button, which turned the entire rear wall into a screen. “I thought you said this was a normal room?” I
quickly turned around. I posed the question:
“That’s just my television,” he explained as he demonstrated his company’s cooperative structure and
urged me to pay close attention to every aspect. He wasn’t going to let me make a choice; in fact, it
appeared as if he had already made one for me.
He went over the agenda for tomorrow’s meeting after the video was finished; I had no idea how he
acquired it, but I thought it had something to do with his cameras.
He began teaching me all of the fundamental basics of his company after the videos were over. I was
cautious at first, but when he started staring at my breasts, I had no choice but to distract him with my
answers. When it came to his empire, he was dead serious, and I could see how he built it.
When it came to business, he was on top of his game, with no smiles and no eyes p*rving around my
chest area because he was so intent on molding me.
Thanks to my smart brain, which had been asleep for the past four years, I answered all of the
questions properly and correctly. When he hit the button on his remote, the opposing wall transformed
into a closet. Female clothing was on the right, and it appeared to be highly expensive, whilst
masculine attire was on the left.
I stared at him, unsure if he had a girlfriend or wife whom he hadn’t told me about.
“While you passed out yesterday, I purchased you some clothes,” he stated.
I was taken aback when; lie seemed to have planned out everything or at least had a thoroughly.
thought out plan.
He instructed me to put on a suit and pitch for him. I was befuddled as I glanced at him.
He said, “Thalia, you need to practice.” I hesitated a bit but walked to the closet, curious as to how he
knew my sizes, but I knew that asking him would just bring out a p*rvert Brandon. I was having a good
time with Business Brandon.
I took a cautious walk to the closet; I came from a wealthy family, but I had never known a life of luxury,
even when my father was still alive and always forcing me to wear those pricey gowns.
I used to take off my gowns as soon as the events were done, but when I married Josh, my wedding
gown, however, was the most expensive dress. As I approached the wardrobe, I sneered at the fact
and began looking for professional attire.
I grabbed a white V-neck top and white office pants from the rack. All of the tops featured a showing
chest area, which I noted.
When I turned to look at him, I noticed he was beaming. I’m sure he understood exactly what I was
thinking. I ignored him and proceeded to the restroom, but came to a halt at the door calling out his
name.
“Yes, brainless Thalia,” he replied.
“Seriously!”
you wish, you can give me a nickname too,” he replied.
I ignored him and asked, “are there any ameras in the toilet or bathroom?”
He said, “No, I’m not a fan of seeing myself mast**bate or sh*ve,” he replied. I closed my eyes and
began beating myself for asking the dumb question.
“Except for the bathroom and toilets, all of the rooms are equipped with cameras.” He went on to say,
Those two places require a man’s solitude.” I hastily exited the room, not wanting to hear anything that
would permanently scar me. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Josh’s take-down
mission had begun, and there was no turning back.
I quickly changed my clothes and stared at the unidentified person who stared back at me. My boobs
were all over the place, but not in a sl*ty way, and the clothes fit me in a s*xy way. Yes, I inherited both
my father’s brilliance and my mother’s large chest and looks but yet I was so dumb.
I knew the pe**ert bought the open-chested garments so he could stare at me whenever he wanted. I
hissed and dashed to the closet from the restroom.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I responded, “I’m looking for a jacket.
“For what? you look lovely.”
“No.” I answered as I put on a plain black jacket that covered everything. With a smile on my face, I
turned around to find him angry,
“What is next?” I inquired, ignoring him, I felt so confident. I could not remember the last time I felt so
good about myself. The pe**ert was shaping me into something I was beginning to like.
He turned on the screen and shrugged. “Learn how to walk confidently,” he said. “You walk like a duck.”
His remark was demeaning, but it was clearly intended as a retaliation for my cleavage concealment.
He motioned for me to put on some high heels, and I did so as I began to follow the directions on the
screen. My feet hurt, and I couldn’t recall the last time I wore high heels.
The one good thing was that I was a quick student, and I needed to get it done quickly because his
attention had shifted to my butt from my breast. He was enjoying watching me moving my butt from one
corner of the room to the other.
I eventually got it; I was exhausted, but instead of allowing me to relax, he began bombarding me. with novelbin
questions, posing as a board member.
“So, Ms. Nash, how long have you been working with mr, Fraser?
I attempted to respond, but he interrupted me.
“When did you first meet, Fraser?”
“Why aren’t there any records of you working for him?”
“Do you even have a basic understanding of distribution?”
“What year did this business start?”
“Do you have any idea of any names of the board members?” As my tongue became tired, he
continued to ask as my head was bombarded with a barrage of questions. The first question had
slipped my mind. I started speaking in a halting manner.
He raised his hand and I stopped. “I would not have had the courage to ask you those questions if your
gorgeous cleavage had been exposed,” he said..
“What?” I asked, p*ssed.
Stapler to
“Men use their penises to think, imagine how dumb they would be if a beauty like you walked in
flashing her assets?”
“So you want me to stoop to my lowest level?”
“It’s just a strategy, it’s a mindset, Thalia.”
I stared at him then a question popped up. “But what if a member of the board of directors is g*y?”
“That’s why I’ll be whispering in your ear. When you get a lot of questions, keep a grin on your face and
let my voice lead you,” he said. “You got this, you’re smart,” he continued.
He was quite weird; one minute he was laughing at me, the next praising me. He looked at his watch
and exclaimed, “Oh, it’s nap time! You can go outside and enjoy the beach or anything you like.”
“Please wait a moment. I’m not prepared yet,” I cried out
“You’re all set, Thalia.”
“But what if all of this is made public and Josh sees me on the news or television?”
“The overthrow is a secret meeting, which we refer to as an underground meeting. The last thing my
minion share orders want is for word of me sinking the company to get out. The company’s stock would
plummet, so they’d have to replace me and then announce my illness and impending death,” he stated.
I gazed at him, unsure; there were still a lot of loops; if Josh found out I was working for Brandon, he’d
consider me a threat and try to track me down.
“Only the board members will be aware of your existence, trust me,” he added, “They managed to
maintain my sickness as mere rumor,” he said and made it apparent that, despite his board’s desire for
him to be overthrown, they could be trusted because they loved money.
As I proceeded to the bathroom, I said, “If you say so.” I needed a good soak in the tub. Maybe I
needed to relax because I was so fatigued. I ran a bubble bath, stripped off my clothing, and slid into
the tub thinking and pondering where my life was heading.
Suddenly the door opened and Brandon wheeled himself in on a wheelchair.
“Get out!” I yelled as I slid lower in the bathtub lowering myself from his prying devilish grey eyes.