Hearts and High Stakes

ting loudly throughout the building. Despite their seemingly easygoing appearance, Miller

workers didn't know who they worked for but were told to be on time because the dictator boss hated being late. The boss had

cended upon the whole

e silence was so profound that it felt like a single pin had fallen. Her heel

hugged her figure and emphasized her tanned legs. Her brown hair, neatly pulled into a bun, hung down to her shoulders, highlighting her tanned complexion. She was carrying a brand-new, high-end purse t

ther, David Miller, founded Miller Corporations ten years ago at the tender age of eighteen, engulfing the world in their power. After just two years in operation, they had t

g than most women they had known. She strode past a group of interns in her way and marched over to the reception desk, where Aria Wilson, the receptionist, was standing with her glasses pos

come to my office immediately."

nodded excitedly before trembling

he button that led to her office on the last floor. The elevator doors ope

ce, she passed her secretary's desk, which was empty. Glancing over the vacant area, she

a gray paint job. Awards and painting collections were on the left wall, behind the massive brown mahogany desk. To the left of the desk was a sizable drawer cabinet with several drawers, and to the right was a glass stand displaying additional accolades and diplomas. Ne

desk around to remove her jacket, which she folded up and stacked atop the oversized chair.

to arrive an hour or less earlier, yet she remained unseen at nearly 10 in the morning. A slender lady in a plai

expectedly, she found herself working as Olivia Miller's personal assistant at Miller Corporation for the past five years. "Good morning; sorry I am late." She spoke cheerfully as she entered the office. She

Olivia asked witho

knees and moving her chair back and forth while examining Zoey. Recognizing that her boss would not give up, Zoey sighed and straightened her back. "I was o

wasn't scheduled. I told you to cancel all my meetings and

these meetings; in case you haven't noticed, the corporation has had almost 20 million dollars stolen." Zoey explained the situation in a tone

ects." Her phone began to ring, so she lifted her index finger. Before taking the call, she mumbled, "Sorry." "Zoey Brown speaking, hello?" She glanced at her boss, who was currently organizing the office, and spoke. "Hello Aiden, how may I help you?" Her eyebrows knitted as sh

Olivia mumbled nonchalantly as she climbed on a littl

k. With a groan, Zoey rose from her seat and circumnavigated Olivia's desk to get the file Olivia was reaching for. With relief, Olivia leaped from the sm

Olivia slid the file across the table and paged through it. Zoey snatched it up and turned to the first page with a frown. "Mason Construction Company," Olivia murmure

like a big fan.

ndreds of people and forcing the company into bankruptcy. A lawsuit forced him to pay billions of dollars to the impacted families. He i

d." With sympath

o run a business

ds spilled out of her mouth before she could stop herself. " Olivia." She attempted to cl

as right; Zoey knew little about Olivia Miller and was gradually beginning to grasp her true identity. "Zoey Brown, I truly like you, but don't get me wrong; you work for me as your employer, not to judge me based on how fit you think I was when I first started my company. Do you get it?" Zoey nodded in response to her question. When Olivia released her hand, Zoey swiftly withdrew it and fixed her gaze on the desk while pretending nothing had happened. "I am going to Miami for an urgent business meeting. I'm not sure how long it will take, but I'll be

f resignation," Zoey

d the woman before he

months' notice," Olivia said matter-of-factly and

d on time this morning. Let's disregard the previous conversation. Le

ntly dared her to think again. Olivia glanced at the scratches she made on Zoey's palm before darting h

fter saying so and grabbing her phone, Zoey went to her desk to g

better things to do with my time than running after a lousy personal assis

roceeded towards the door. She paused at the door, turning to give Olivia one more glance. She

to accept that she was leaving. Zoey arrived at a time when Olivia had already given up five years earlier, following his inexplicabl

die because of you." Muttering under her breath, Olivia pulled open the packet and carefully unfolded the white page inside. She read it several times until the words finally sank in, at which point she closed her eyes an

Sophia Davis and inform her that my lawyers will contact her. When Zoey Brown returns, instruct her to start searching for a replacement for Miss Davis, or f

waiting for the driver to open the door for her. Aiden

, watching the office bui