Finding My Mr Right

Finding My Mr Right

Black Diamond

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Risa Johnson was the only child of Mrs Johnson, she was a young CEO. Her mother was very scared that she might die without getting to see Risa get married and have kid, She kept pressurizing Risa to get married. Meanwhile Risa was never lucky with relationships. She kept running into men that treated her well at first but break her heart in few months or weeks. Risa's best friend was always on her side all through she never wanted to see Risa cry. During mirabelle's wedding, Risa meant a guy named. She disliked for no reason or maybe because of precious heartbreaks, Zayn liked her at first sight despite the fact he had a lady he was engaged to. Zayn called of the wedding and went for Risa, Risa still wasn't interested in him even after so much persuasion from her befriend and her best friend's husband and pressure from her mum. She soon fell in love with Zayn and they got married.

Chapter 1 Prologue

She stepped her right foot on the ground as soon as her driver opened the door.

She picked her bag and walked out of the car fully. Few workers were standing in front of her company, waiting to receive her.

She took long but slow elegant strides towards them and they bowed greeting her in unison.

"Good morning miss Risa."

She mentally smiled, enjoying what she was seeing. She loved seeing people scurry around, squirm in fear, and almost bow to her feet when they see her.

She decided not to answer them and walked past them into the firm.

The air in the firm tensed up as soon as she stepped her foot into the reception. Workers were scurrying to their various posts while some were trying to arrange their dress properly.

She was Risa Johnson, the CEO of Johnson's corporation. One of the youngest CEO in America, she is a no-nonsense person, even men fear her.

"Come in." She permitted the person who was knocking in while typing away on her computer.

"Good morning ma." Celine my secretary/personal assistant greeted me.

I nodded my head in reply, "start!" I ordered.

She cleared her throat before starting, "you have a meeting with Er-"

"Cancel it!" She interrupted her.

"Pardon?" Celine probed, knowing that the meeting with the Eric's was very important and would contribute a lot to the company.

"Are you deaf!? I said you should cancel it!"

"Yes ma'am." She flinched and started noting down somethings on her notepad.

"You also have a meeting with Nelson corp."

"Cancel it." She ordered, not looking up from the computer. She wasn't interested in any damn meeting today, She just wanted to have little fun.

"Should I just cancel all the meetings you have today?" She asked and she couldn't help but scoff.

Such a robotic dummy. "Robot, didn't you know that you should have done that!?"

"I-I'm sorry ma." She curtsied.

"Better," Risa muttered with a wave of dismissal.

"But ma'am, I think there is one that I can't cancel." She uttered, making her raise her head up from the computer for the first time and giving her an intimidating look. She almost chuckled and scoffed at the same time, seeing a scared look on her face.

Tch, so chicken-hearted. She hates chickens. She loved eating them though.

"Your mom." She let out and Risa couldn't help but groan out almost loudly.

Yeah, she was her mother but that woman was always on her neck!!

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