Emerald

Chapter 1

"Miss Yelena!" her secretary stumbled into her office, almost tripping over his own footing. "You should take a look at this." He had his hair disheveled as he was waving a file in front of Yelena.

The latter gave a stern look to the woman that had just dared bothering her, lips pressed in a thin line behind her glass of champagne. Her hand caressed the white leather of her sofa as she cocked her head back, heaving a sigh.

"What?" her voice was hoarse, the secretary gulped. "What is it?"

"It's an application we received, for the muse of the new leather clothes the company has started."

The CEO pushed her hair back with her fingers, letting out a dry chuckle which froze the poor secretary's blood.

"Why are you showing that to me? Do you think I would take care of these applications?" She slammed her glass against the table, sending a dark and menacing look to the man, eyes burning and face tensed in fuming annoyance. "We have people paid for this job."

"B-But Ma'am..." The other still pushed the file on the table, exposing one of the pictures. "The applicant, look at their name."

The hair caught Yelena's attention who despite her words found herself leaning closer to study the file, hands curled on her lap.

The person on the pictures looked young. Pretty face indeed, with gorgeous mysterious eyes that nonetheless had their own charm, sweet and innocence inked into them. Soft looking lips, too. Pink and delicate. Then came perfectly drawn and cheekbones that added the edge that contrasted with the pureness of the whole portrait.

"Who is she?" Her voice was low, she didn't look up either.

"Y/n Y/l/n. Second on the line of KUPU Corporation."

Y/n Y/l/n, huh?

She was perfect.

In a world ruled by ruthless leaders and greedy businessmen, there was little to nothing that an ordinary someone could do to survive and climb up the steps of success. But you, no matter what others said behind your back, you liked to think that you had some good cards in your game too.

First was your name. Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n. Daughter of one of the richest corporate manager in America. But that name, you were using it in a whole other way than the one you'd expect from someone who should be one of the richest heir of the country. Since you were the youngest heir, there was no such thing as inheritance you could dream of.

Second was your beauty. And that one in your case should have probably came first. You were formidably gorgeous, and you had been blessed by not only stunning looks but also an amazing brain to take advantage of it. So like the Snake in the Genesis, you would tempt and seduce all those that would be of any use to you.

That-that was your way of surviving in this cold and cruel world.

But never did you think that there would come a day when your assets would be the things leading you to your downfall.

"Now tilt your head to the side." You did as you were told so, letting the dimmed neon light caress your cheeks and accentuate the edges of your cheekbones, your eyelashes casting even longer shades on them and permitting your glittering kohl to give that sultry and bewitching gaze to your eyes.

"You're perfect, I shouldn't even tell you what to do, you know it better than I do." The photographer boasted, taking an umpteenth shot of the model who was lying on an Arabic-styled carped.

Your mousseline white blouse contrasting well with the burgundy color of the rug. The cloth was leaving your chest partially revealed, giving hints of a slightly toned figure underneath the soft fabric, but still leaving enough place for imagination. Velvet black pants were in tone with the choker embracing your thin neck, the accessory adorned by a little pearl dangling from it, like a spark of innocence contrasting to the representation of sin you were embodying.