Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Rosy lips curved into a somewhat smug smile as soon as the documents were placed back on the desk. Sure, she always got what she wanted, and she was more than certain that luck was most of the times by her side, but this... This kind of event was more than a sheer blessing. If this wasn't a part of her destiny, then, she didn't know what it was. Alright, maybe she was exaggerating a little bit, but she never thought she would one day get even the one single thing she couldn't afford . No, rather the one single person she couldn't buy. Whoever said that money can't buy love? Or at least help in the process? At this point, the young woman sitting behind the desk on her comfortable office chair couldn't help but realize she was probably one of the luckiest and richest persons in the world. She had everything she ever wanted at her feet. Well, almost. She still had something to work on, but she figured it wouldn't be that hard to make the man in front of her fall head over heels with her now that she had him where she wanted. Iris Augustine was always known as one of the stuck-up girls in her school years, but there was no doubt she had a good reason to be, given her status as the daughter of a CEO and an esteemed fashion designer. She had the looks, the brains, the money and overall, she could be the happiest girl, if only it wasn't for this little thing missing, called love. The first day of high school was the moment this one boy caught her attention. At first, it was fascination, then slowly, it became a crush, only to end up being an obsession. She wanted to get closer to him, to talk with him, make him return her feelings. However, there was one group of girls in her way. Her so called friends. These equally snobby girls were her friends because of their parents. Needless to say she couldn't just get even a tiny bit friendly with the boy because these gossipers would surely lead to her parents finding out. And Heaven forbid, it would be Hell on Earth if her father found out she was friendly with someone who wasn't even half as rich as her. He already had big plans with her anyway, leaving the company in her hands when she would finish her studies. With these kind of circumstances, Iris had to give up on her crush . It was a shame that for once in her life she couldn't have what she wanted. And only she knew how many times she felt like throwing away everything whenever she would see other girls getting close to him . It wasn't fair. When other girls would approach him and talk to him, she would only be able to watch from afar and simply get mad with envy. Even so, once high school was over she reluctantly gave up on him and tried to forget him by making herself busy. The next two years were spent on getting accustomed to how her father's company was working. It was just enough to keep her mind cluttered with anything else but foolish things like crushes. Running a company was already a hard task for her anyway, so, focusing only on that was necessary. And now, here she was. Even if her father was still in charge of the company, she was doing most of the work, occasionally having her papa to check if everything was done correctly. In two more years she would be the real CEO of the company. But leaving that aside, this wasn't the reason she was this happy today. A week ago, the Augustines decided to donate a sum of money to the charity. In return, the company would get a new worker. Seeing how Iris was in need of a personal assistant to help her, this was the best opportunity to get one. The day she received more data on the said person who would take the post, she found herself laughing by herself in her office like she discovered a mine of gold. The man who was unfortunate enough to get into an altercation the last week and be sentenced to a couple of weeks of work in the community service was no one else but him . Her long forgotten obsession. No wonder why the young inheritor of the company was so overwhelmed with happiness. Finally, once again reunited, she was mentally praying that this was real. She only wondered if he still recognized her. Not that it was that hard to recognize someone like her. For one, she had the same looks as in high school. The same sun-kissed brown hair reaching the middle of her back in playful loose curls with the side fringe to add some sort of mystery to her gray toned eyes rimmed by long eyelashes, the same cream beige skin as soft as velvet, the body slightly curvier than before, but the same height of just 5'1. Of course, her forms were as always accentuated by the most expensive clothes, from the white shirt with frills adorning her chest, the black pencil skirt to the very pricey pair of black heels which added two more inches to her height, all of the items designed by her mother. Crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair, Iris let out a satisfied hum. Well, what can I say for certain is that you won't need exceptional skills for this job. However, I still expect the best from you. she finally spoke, voice as warm as hot chocolate in spite of her icy cold eyes. But first, I guess I should still ask some questions, just for the sake of the interview. she added, shuffling through the stack of papers on her desk using just one of her hands in a lazy yet graceful manner, gray eyes seeming to be stuck on his expression. Involved in a relationship? Married? Any legitimate or illegitimate child? she murmured, straightening her back and leaning a little forward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, head tilting to the side as she waited for the answers.