MARRIAGE IMPOSSIBLE

"Ladies and gentlemen, this year's Most Enterprising CEO Of The Year Award goes to none other than Quincy Braun, CEO of La Primera Fashion House! For the fourth consecutive year, she shatters records and takes home the title once again!"

Quincy stood up with a side smirk as she walked elegantly to the podium.

Her black La Primera suit was adorned with diamonds in the breast pocket and her Louboutin heels clicked on the floor as she walked.

The awarder smiled warmly, extending the golden award toward her along with his hand for a handshake. Without sparing him a glance, she took the award and turned away, leaving his hand hanging awkwardly.

"I appreciate this award. To the staff and shareholders of La Primera - you have outdone yourselves. Now, let me address a few things. First, to all the CEOs who've lost to me yet again, for the fourth consecutive year... I'm absolutely not sorry."

"Second, to those glaring at me like I stole your lunch-pathetic. Maybe channel that energy into working smarter if you ever want the public to take you seriously."

"Third, CEO Gremlin-next time you even think of threatening me, remember: I'm not a child. And lastly, on behalf of La Primera, it's my pleasure to announce..."

"Thank you all, that will be all."

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"Where's Helena, Michaelson?" she asked coolly, passing the award to him without a second glance.

"She's with the press," he replied, keeping pace beside her.

Quincy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Michaelson, fetch your mate and let's get out of this circus.""She's not my mate," Vincent shot back without hesitation.

"That won't be necessary, Boss," A voice said from behind

"Let's get moving, Helena just arrived," Quincy said, turning away.

"Where do you two think you're headed? Driver, take me home-these two can grab a cab," Quincy ordered, blocking them with a sharp flick of her hand.

"That insufferable witch," Helena hissed, fists clenched in fury.

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The alarm blared loudly as Quincy groaned and turned in bed. "I'm up, Iris. Go into hibernation mode," she muttered.

The robotic alarm kept buzzing. Furious, Quincy hurled her phone at it, shattering the glass on impact.

Sighing, she walked to the vanity mirror, picked up her cracked phone, and dialed a number

"Morning, Boss," Helena greeted, sounding half-awake.

"What the hell kind of alarm did you buy me? It's supposed to obey my commands!" Quincy snapped.

"I'll have Vincent file a complaint with the manufacturer. Just bring the wreck to the office, Boss," Helena replied coolly.

Quincy's temper flared as she yelled, "Are you stupid, or just extra stupid?""Sorry, Boss, but how am I supposed to get it when it's at your house?"

"Shut up, Helena. I'll bring it myself. And get me a new phone-this one's trashed."

Quincy ended the call, leaving Helena to scream, "That witch!"

The moment Quincy stepped into the company, silence swept through the building. No one dared to be the next scapegoat

"The scarlet witch is here," someone muttered under their breath.

"Yeah, it's painfully obvious," another whispered.

"I miss how she used to be. Sixteen to eighteen, she was alright," an older staff member whispered. "But after that Thailand trip at nineteen, she came back a total nightmare."

I heard there's a board meeting today"

"Poor people, I pity them already"

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Quincy glared at Helena with a scowl, "What's my schedule for today?"

"A board meeting by 11:00 am and an investors meeting by 4pm" Vincent replied.

"Any personal meetings?"

"Yeah, a blind date with Arthur Miller by 7pm"

"Mom won't stop until I teach her a lesson" She huffed and walked away.

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Hours flew and soon it was time for the blind date. Quincy picked up her bag from her couch and gave her office a glance.

"Perfecto"

She walked into the seven star hotel and showed her invitation.

"The 49th floor, Madam"

She stood in front of the suite and adjusted her suit before ringing the doorbell. A waiter opened the door and flashed her a smile.

"Pleasant evening, Madam"

"Is Miller in?"

"Yes Madam"

She walked in stylishly and took her seat in front of Arthur, ignoring an embrace from him. Authur gaped at her for a few minutes.

Her cold voice interrupted his thoughts,

"I'm very occupied, so please let's not waste each other's precious time"

His face fell and he gave a dry chuckle, "Alright, My Lady"

He dished food into her plate and she ate silently.

"Do you like it? I ordered the special menu"

"Good, I guess"

"Damn, you're so pretty, Quincy"

Arthur stood up and walked behind her, touching and kissing her nape gently. Quincy scoffed as she stood up and slapped him hotly.

"Are you stupid or extra stupid?"

She picked up a plate and threw it at him, "Never you touch me in your damn life"

Arthur stared at her in shock and picked up his suit jacket. Quincy's harsh word stopped him,

"Next time when on a date, take your manners with you. Make sure you tell that to my mom"

She gulped her wine angrily. A cold, cynical voice stopped her from sitting down.

"So witches exist"

She turned and gave the intruder a condescending stare,

"And who are you?"

"I should be the one asking that"

She walked towards him and slapped him. A smirk spread on his lips and he returned the slap coolly. Quincy fell on the floor, staring at him in shock. He removed his phone from his pocket and dialed a number,

"Get yourself here in 10 seconds"

Immediately, the door opened and four women and a man rushed in with their heads bowed.

"We're deeply sorry Sir,"

Quincy couldn't believe her eyes and lost it,

"Are you guys crazy? I'm the one on the floor, but you're apologizing to someone who barged into my suite?"

The Manager gave her a warm smile,

"I apologize for that, but there was a mix-up somewhere. You were supposed to be in suite 037, but you're in suite 073. My apologies. Please, help Miss Braun get up"

Quincy held her head and screamed-like a maniac.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh"