"You are fired."
"What! You can't do that!" The man yelled and raised his brow in question.
"I signed a contract, and you can't fire me until it expires!" He attempted to be smug, but Drazhan could see right through his ruse. The corner of his mouth twisted upward, forming a smirk.
"You work in my company, steal from it, recommend my clients to competing companies, and sell my company's trade secrets to my rivals. Give me a good reason why you shouldn't be behind bars!"
"Because you lack proof, whereas I have my employment contract." He said confidently as Drazhan's brows twist upward as he leans back in his plush chair.
"You have no idea what's going on, do you, Mr. Connor?" Drazhan inquires as he notices Connor stiffen visibly in front of him.
He took a document from the bottom drawer of his table. With the document in hand, Drazhan rose from his chair and moved in front of him, leaning against the mahogany table.
"Clause 6 of the employment contract states that if you are disloyal to me or my company, I have the right to withhold your wage and fire you." He slams the document in front of him and watches the smugness wither away. "Did you read the entire agreement, Mr. Connor?" With his head tilted, Drazhan inquired. All traces of haughtiness had vanished from his face, and he appeared shocked. Drazhan took out a pen drive and placed it in front of him. He began speaking with a devilish grin on his lips,
"This pen drive contains CCTV footage from the parking lot where you struck a deal with one of my rivals. It did a good job of recording you and your voice. So, I believe we're talking about the lack of evidence against you."
He opened and closed his mouth, his tiny brain unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation. As a final straw, he pushed a piece of paper and a pen towards him.
"Mr. Connor, this is your confession letter. Sign it or the video will be turned over to the police." Drazhan threatened. Wasn't it an incredible feeling to bring someone to their knees?
"And here's what happens if you don't sign the confession letter." He returned to his chair and sat down. Drazhan began speaking while placing his clamped hands on the table.
"Based on the video, I can fire you right now and withhold your pay. Your landlord will evict you from your apartment, leaving you homeless and jobless. And I'll make certain that no one hires you. And if you try to spend the money you stole, you'll be arrested." Connor stood flabbergasted in his place as he finished outlining his options. His entire life flashed before his eyes as he considered the possibilities of his uncertain future.
"Either you spend your days on the streets or behind the bars, the choice is yours. So, Mr. Stevenson Connor, which option do you choose?" As he finished his sentence, his voice became darker, and Steve gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat.
"I'll get every penny you stole back, whether you choose to be homeless or imprisoned. Backstabbers are the one thing I loathe the most in this world. And in any case, I'll make your life a living hell." Steve saw the raw fire burning in his orbs as he looked at the men sitting in the plush chair. He could feel a dark shadow looming over Drazhan's face, and he knew he'd messed with the wrong person.
"I'll sign the confession letter Mr. Agnor." He uttered dejectedly as his shaky hands picked up the pen and signed the paper.
"Mr. Connor, you can go wherever you want. The cops will find you soon." Steve turns around and walks out of the grand office, his head bowed, muttering an apology he didn't mean. He didn't feel guilty for his disloyalty, but he did feel bad about being caught.
"That must have been a lot of fun, boss." As a female voice spoke and walked into his office, he raised his head. Lilian, his secretary, walked in with a stack of files in her hand. He leaned back, a proud smug smile on his lips.
"It always feels amazing bringing a backstabber to their knees, and I love the look of horror on their faces when they realize they've been caught." Lilian chuckled as he said this.
"I'm sure it is." She said this as she placed the files in front of him on the table.
"But why go through all the trouble to make him sign the confession letter when you have proof?" She asked baffled and a devilish grin coated his lips. "The pen drive is empty. I needed solid proof and he fell right into my trap!"
She looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before bursting out laughing.
"You only tricked him into thinking you had evidence, and he fell for it."
He nodded and began going over the files in front of him. One thing he was certain of was that he would never let anyone walk over him, and no one would ever have the opportunity to use him for their own benefit. However, this incident made him realize that he needed to be more cautious.
"So, what's on my schedule today?" He inquired closing the file.
"You have a meeting with a foreign investor in thirty minutes; they want to discuss the new product launch. Following that, you will have lunch with Mr. Lee." She quickly replied going over her notepad and he nodded.
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Drazhan was done for the day as soon as the final meeting concluded. He was on his way home in the back seat of his car, looking out the window at the bustling city outside. His car was soon parked in the lot, and he was on his way up to his penthouse through the private elevator.
As the water cascaded down his toned body, all of his work-related stress, tension, and tension were pushed to the back of his mind. It was his time to let loose and enjoy himself, to do whatever he pleased. Every chaos related to work can wait and will be tended to in the next working hours.
After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis.
He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes.
Drazhan made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.
Everyone got what they wanted in that nightclub: total permission to feel elation, to feel the kind of bond that was denied in the cold streets beyond. The dance floor, their shared emotional high, is light to soles and light to souls.
For him, it was simply a hunting ground. A place where he could hunt for his next prey and let himself loose. And his sharp browns had already locked on to his next prey. He was hardening in places he shouldn't mention as she swayed her hips to the music and those bold moves of her body. She let the music take over her body and swayed to the beat in sync, all her curves visible to him as the light shone through the sequin material of her dress. He knew one thing for certain: he needed her, and he needed her for the night.
The song ended soon, and the DJ switched to another. He turned around and saw her approaching the bar and settling into the vacant seat beside him out of the corner of his eye.
As she sipped her drink, he noticed her casting glances at him. When his gaze caught her, she averted her eyes. Her s*exy demeanor was enhanced by the pinkish blush on her cheeks. He chuckled lightly as he noticed her looking away at everything but him. Her red lips graced the glass as she took small sips.
"The way you look sipping that glass should be illegal." His husky voice drew her attention, and she turned to face him.
"That is extremely flattering." She smiled and placed her now-empty glass on the bar counter. He gestured to the bartender for another round of drinks and turned to face her. "And so is the smile you're giving me."
"Drazhan Agnor," he said, extending his hand. She accepted his hand and replied,
"Would it be creepy if I said, I already know?" He brought her hand to his lips, never breaking eye contact. "Not at all," he replied.
He let go of her hand, and she took the glass in her hand. Drinks after drinks she gulped down as they shared seductive glances and chatted. After about half an hour of drinking, the music changed to something that made her eyes sparkle.
She gulped down her final drink and stepped down from the stool.
"Wanna join me on the dance floor?" she asked sensually as she turned her head towards him. "How can I possibly say no to such a beautiful woman?" he smirked.
Her body grinded sensually against him as their bodies swayed to the beat. His hands wrapped around her waist as he drew her closer. His hand swept her raven hair away, revealing her neck to him. As she threw her hand back on his shoulder, his fingers teased her bare skin. His other hand fiddled with the hem of her dress, his fingers gliding up her inner thigh. She didn't protest and they both knew what they wanted.
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He yawned as he made a left turn, his gaze drawn to the disheveled girl chewing her nail anxiously beside him on the car seat and he sighed in frustration. You might wonder how they got to be this way. Let us revert back to the perfect morning when the colors of the world bloom anew in the early morning as if each is a tiny flower reborn. As the sun's soft rays tickle her skin, she opens her eyes to reveal the glorious face of the man she shared the bed with the night before. What a ride it had been, a night she would never forget. His eyes fluttered open and a smirk coated his luscious lips as he found her staring at him.
"Good morning!" His voice came raspy. She moved in closer, whispered into his ear, and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips.
"I have never been f*ucked like you f*ucked me last night." That certainly boosted his ego. She got out of bed and started picking up her clothes as he enjoyed the view. She came to a halt and turned around to face him. Her face was filled with pure horror, causing him to shriek in confusion.
"Oh my goodness!" She screamed, pacing around the room, pulling her hair. "Oh, my dear god! How could I have forgotten? Oh my God!"
"Are you alright?" He asked, perplexed, as he sat up. She turned around and said, "Today is my grandmother's funeral! I'm late!" She screamed as she slid onto the bed, and he looked at her, puzzled.
"What am I going to do? Mom is going to kill me!" She mumbled under her breath as he sat on the bed like a confused statue. She abruptly turned around to face him.
"Please drive me to her funeral! I don't have my car! Not even my wallet! Please!" She had pleaded, and here he was, driving a hungover as f*uck girl in a tiny dress with her hair disheveled and makeup smooched all over her face to her grandmother's funeral.
He pulled over in front of the church she had given him the address of and she jumped out of the car, and the woman in a black dress pacing impatiently in front of the church charged at her in rage. He got out of the car and narrowed his eyes at the woman scolding the girl. Her gaze fell on him, and a new rage filled her eyes. She charged at him and realization was drawn to him.
"You scumbag! Can't you keep your f*ucking d*ick inside your pants! You're a jerk for taking her home!" Judith yelled, and he crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt to intimidate her.
"I wouldn't have if I had known she was from your family; instead, I would have kicked her out of my club." He replied curtly while watching her eyes darken with hatred.
"What else would I expect from a jerk like you? Agnor, make sure I never see your f*ucking face again!" She spun around. "You said it last time, Captain!" He responded, and she tilted her head slightly.
"Nonetheless, here we are. I still had to deal with you, you f*ucking ogre!" She turned around and stormed towards the church, the girl trailing behind her timidly. As he got into his car and slammed the door shut, his blood boiled with rage. After all, the world was small, much smaller than he had assumed.
Judith stormed towards the church and her outraged slate blues fell on Zoey,
"Judith..." Zoey tried to say something but she fell quite when Judith turned her head slightly. "Save it for your mother, Zoey!" Her stern words were enough to quite her down and she bowed her head trailing behind her timidly.
His face irks her so much that she wants to wiggle his eyes out and pickle them in sault brine. How she wishes she hadn't been scheduled for the flight from Dubai to Hawaii all those weeks ago. If only she hadn't met Drazhan Agnor!
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"Moien, Papp." Drazhan said into the phone as he sat back down in his chair after picking up the call. It had been a long week and he was busy with completing his work so that they can leave for Luxembourg.
(Hello, Dad.)
"Wéi geet et dir, Jong?" Gerbert inquired, and Drazhan sighed. (How are you doing, son?)
"Ech wäert liewen." He said. (I'll live.)
"Ech hunn héieren, Dir sidd elo a Kalifornien?" His father asked, (I heard you're now in California?)
"Jo firwat?" (Yes, why?)
"Ech hunn e puer Geschäfter a Kalifornien fir opzemaachen, an ech hunn e puer Saachen mat Iech ze diskutéieren." Gerbert stated solemnly, and Drazhan scowled. (I have some business in California to attend to, and I have some things to discuss with you.)
"Also gitt Dir hei op Besuch?" Drazhan asked, (So you're going to visit here?)
"Ech kéint. Ech soen Iech wann ech et maachen." (I might. I'll let you know if I do.)
"Ok, ech denken, ech gesinn dech geschwënn." Drazhan said, and they soon hung up the call. (Alright, I guess I'll see you soon.)
"Macht euch bereit, wir fahren nach Kalifornien." Gerbert ordered his secretary as he slipped the phone in his pocket and started walking out of his office.
(Get ready, we are going to California.)
"Jawohl." His secretary replied as she followed Gerbert out. (Yes, Sir.)
"Dad! It's your phone!" Judith yelled as she hastily stuffed everything into her purse.
"Coming," Fabian said, hurrying to answer the phone, and Judith stood up.
"I'll see you later. Take care." As she ran to the door, she hastily said her goodbyes.
"Have a good time!" Fabian shouted as Judith left closing the door. Fabian followed her out and found Owen waiting for Judith near his car. When Judith approached, Owen straightened up. He drew her in for a hug, peeked her lips, and she smiled. But Judith's smile vanished the instant Owen turned around to open the door for her. It had been a really hard week for them. He knows Judith didn't fully recover mentally but she was holding herself strong.
Fabian sighed as Owen and Judith drove away, the phone rang again, and he answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Fabian. This is Gerbert."
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"Judith? Are you ready?" Fabian inquired as he heard the door close and Judith's footsteps approach.
"Yes, Dad. Let's go." Fabian looked up as Judith spoke while wearing her wristwatch.
"Well look at you! Looking like a business person!" Judith chuckled as Fabian exclaimed.
"All right, let's go." They walked out of the apartment and after locking the door they headed for their office taking a cab.
"Gerbert is supposed to be here at 10 a.m., and trust me, he will be here at 10 a.m., if not earlier," Fabian stated as he and Judith exited the elevator and made their way to Fabian's office. "So, let 's get everything sorted!" Fabian said as he entered his office, and Judith nodded.
"Dad, here's the file," Judith said this while handing Fabian the file he was looking for. They had been working for two hours and it was almost ten o'clock. Fabian hurriedly organized everything while Judith tidied up the office, regardless of the fact that it was already spotless.
"Judith?" She turned around when Fabian called her name.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"You know that Gerbert is a very good friend of mine?" He inquired, and Judith nodded.
"In our meeting, Gerbert and I discussed a lot of things. And he agreed to invest in our company regardless if we go bankrupt in the following months. He is helping me despite the fact that he may suffer a huge loss."
"I'm aware of it, Dad. But why are you telling me this?" Fabian sighed as Judith questioned, confused. He debated whether or not to tell her about their plan.
"I don't know, I just want everything to go well and-" Fabian took a breather, and Judith grimaced. "And?"
"And all I can hope for today is that everything goes well." As Fabian sighed and turned around, Judith hesitantly nodded.
'Is he hiding something, or is he just nervous?' Judith questioned herself but before she could ponder on her thoughts, someone knocked on the door and Fabian shouted, "Come in!"
As the door was pushed open and a man in his early fifties strolled in, she straightened up. He was in a suit and, despite his age, he appeared physically fit and younger, even with his salt and pepper hair. Her eyes narrowed when the man felt somewhat familiar.
"Gerbert!" Fabian and Gerbert exchanged a hug and handshake smiling, and she, too, smiled as she looked at the pair of old friends. Her gaze was drawn to the door when the door was pushed open again. As the man walked in, sliding his phone into his pocket, her jaw clenched. When Drazhan's eyes fell on Judith, his eyes widened in shock. He came to a halt in front of the door, and Judith's fists clenched and they both shouted in unison,
"You!"
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Temptation Of The Knight ✔
Romance"You had a lot of fun on the flight, Captain!" He said coaxing his voice to sound huskier. Judith's lips parted slightly as her breathing became laboured. "If I recall properly, you were sceptical of my stamina!" He stated this while dipping his hea...
