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Story: His Ring, Her Rules
Vivian’s Point of View.
“What a tiresome gathering, don’t you believe?” Jona commented, extending his arms as the meeting ended and people began to leave the room.
“You find every meeting boring, Jona,” I said, rising up as he did.
He rolled his eyes as he collected the folders off the table.
Jonah Zoe has been my personal assistant for the past two years and is a very good friend. He was attractive, with dirty blonde hair, a clean-shaven face, and spectacles (a little round in form). He was full of life, constantly uplifted my spirits when I was stressed or upset, and he knew everything about me, including secrets that no one knew.
We were now in another industry for a meeting attended by one of the most well-known businessmen…and a businesswoman, who was the only one.
My firm, Hayes Companies, or the Hayes Empire as I refer to it, was one of the most successful companies of the time. I worked day and night to get here, and of course, my crew was fantastic; they also worked really hard and gave their all.
I was really pleased with what I had done. It fulfilled all of my youthful fantasies.
I wanted to buy fancy automobiles, homes, and enterprises across the world.
I currently have all of it.
“You coming, Vivian?” Jona said, and I shook out of my thoughts and followed him out of the room.
“We’ll have to wait for a minute; the driver is bringing the car,” Jona said, and I agreed as I began browsing through my phone as he waited alongside me.
We were waiting in the corridor when a man in a black suit passed us, trailed by his helper.
He entered the lift, and I recognized him as the one and only Jaxon Dante.
Our gazes locked, and he maintained a chilly expression as he continued to look at me. I couldn’t take my gaze away, and perhaps it was only me who caught the small grin on his face, but the lift door closed, and I groaned.
Jaxon Dante, my main competitor and the owner of Dante Industries, is an arsehole and one of the biggest playboys I’ve ever seen.
He had a strong jawline, a well-chiselled face, broad shoulders, and a tall body. He was attractive, hot, and rich—everything a girl could possibly want.
He accomplished what no one else could at his young age.
The way he spoke, walked and dressed screamed power and money.
He could make anything happen with the snap of a finger, just like Thanos.
People were terrified of him; his simple sentences could make you shiver with horror because he spoke so coldly.
And, to be honest, I was a little terrified of him, just a little, since I’ve learned from experience not to mess with Jaxon Dante. He may completely annihilate you in a matter of seconds. And, happily, I have never crossed paths with him, nor do I desire to, but defeating his industries and being the finest in the world would be incredible.
If I had only looked at his accomplishments and been asked to kneel down in front of him, I would have done so without hesitation; however, when I consider his temperament, how cold, arrogant, and vicious he is, I simply want to beat the heck out of him.
Maybe I detailed him too much…sorry for that.
Jona summoned the lift, and we boarded it. We arrived on the ground floor and proceeded to my car, where we sat in the backseat while the driver drove.
We eventually arrived at Jona’s flat, dropped him off, and made my way to my penthouse. It was among the most costly penthouses in Florida City. I possess numerous other residences that resemble mansions, but when I needed to live alone, aside from my servants, I chose to live in a penthouse.
The lift chimed, and I entered my apartment to be greeted by an incredible aroma of cooking.
Removing my blazer, I entered the kitchen to find Tonia, my chef, preparing something.
“Tonia, I can smell cheese,” I said.
“Good evening, Vivian. I’m making chicken alfredo,” she informed me.
“My mouth is already watering,” I said, making her giggle.
I am a huge gourmet, and I love to cook, but owing to my hectic schedule, I don’t have time to cook. Sunday is the only day I spend cooking and trying new dishes.
I returned to my room and changed into shorts and a T-shirt.
Tonia had already set the table, so I quickly sat down and dug in. I sighed gently while eating the spaghetti.
I was still eating when my phone rang, and I answered it to find Jona calling.
“Hey, Jona!”
“Vivian…I received a phone call from Mr. Dante’s assistant, who asked me to set up an appointment with you for a private meeting with Mr. Dante,” he continued, causing me to choke on my spaghetti and immediately drink water.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, Vivian.”
For a second, I wondered what Mr. Dante could possibly say in a private meeting!
“Fine,” I mumbled, “you can fix the meeting for…tomorrow, whenever I am free.”
“Well, I already checked your schedule; you have another meeting at 2 p.m. tomorrow, so you are free before that. Should I fix the meeting at 12 noon?”
“Fine by me. Goodnight.”
After he said goodbye, I hung up the phone.
I was already worried about tomorrow’s appointment with Mr. Dante, which was even more unusual because it was private. If he needed to discuss a new project with our firm, he would schedule a regular meeting, but why private?
Jaxon Dante’s every activity serves a reason; he would not squander his valuable time like way.
I completed my supper and left the dish in the kitchen because Tonia had already gone to bed, and then I walked to my room, where I checked a few emails and scrolled through Instagram before falling asleep, with Jaxon Dante as my final thought.
Jona welcomed me as I exited the lift and approached his desk, “Good morning, Vivian.”
“Good morning,” I responded, smiling.
I entered my office and sat in my chair, kicking off the day.
Time passed, and there came a tap on my door, and when I responded, “Come in,” Jona entered.
“Just a reminder that you have a meeting with Mr. Dante in fifteen minutes,” Jona said, and I nodded.
“Did his assistant tell you anything about the meeting, the reason, or anything?” I asked him, and he shook his head, saying, “He wants to discuss it only with you; his assistant also knows nothing.”
I sighed, “Fine…”
He left the workplace with it.
I couldn’t say ‘no’ to the meeting because I knew that if he wanted to meet with me, he would; my opinion wouldn’t have mattered.
Jona knocked on the door again fifteen minutes later, and when I granted permission, it opened.
“Mr. Dante is here,” he said before turning aside. The devil strode in, and I rose up from my chair. A grey suit, nicely groomed hair, and a chilly expression on his face as he examined my workplace.
He moved farther inside, and Jona exited after closing the door.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Dante,” I said firmly, reaching out my hand for a handshake.
He glanced at me briefly before nodding and firmly shaking my hand. A*****e… didn’t even greet me back.
“What a tiresome gathering, don’t you believe?” Jona commented, extending his arms as the meeting ended and people began to leave the room.
“You find every meeting boring, Jona,” I said, rising up as he did.
He rolled his eyes as he collected the folders off the table.
Jonah Zoe has been my personal assistant for the past two years and is a very good friend. He was attractive, with dirty blonde hair, a clean-shaven face, and spectacles (a little round in form). He was full of life, constantly uplifted my spirits when I was stressed or upset, and he knew everything about me, including secrets that no one knew.
We were now in another industry for a meeting attended by one of the most well-known businessmen…and a businesswoman, who was the only one.
My firm, Hayes Companies, or the Hayes Empire as I refer to it, was one of the most successful companies of the time. I worked day and night to get here, and of course, my crew was fantastic; they also worked really hard and gave their all.
I was really pleased with what I had done. It fulfilled all of my youthful fantasies.
I wanted to buy fancy automobiles, homes, and enterprises across the world.
I currently have all of it.
“You coming, Vivian?” Jona said, and I shook out of my thoughts and followed him out of the room.
“We’ll have to wait for a minute; the driver is bringing the car,” Jona said, and I agreed as I began browsing through my phone as he waited alongside me.
We were waiting in the corridor when a man in a black suit passed us, trailed by his helper.
He entered the lift, and I recognized him as the one and only Jaxon Dante.
Our gazes locked, and he maintained a chilly expression as he continued to look at me. I couldn’t take my gaze away, and perhaps it was only me who caught the small grin on his face, but the lift door closed, and I groaned.
Jaxon Dante, my main competitor and the owner of Dante Industries, is an arsehole and one of the biggest playboys I’ve ever seen.
He had a strong jawline, a well-chiselled face, broad shoulders, and a tall body. He was attractive, hot, and rich—everything a girl could possibly want.
He accomplished what no one else could at his young age.
The way he spoke, walked and dressed screamed power and money.
He could make anything happen with the snap of a finger, just like Thanos.
People were terrified of him; his simple sentences could make you shiver with horror because he spoke so coldly.
And, to be honest, I was a little terrified of him, just a little, since I’ve learned from experience not to mess with Jaxon Dante. He may completely annihilate you in a matter of seconds. And, happily, I have never crossed paths with him, nor do I desire to, but defeating his industries and being the finest in the world would be incredible.
If I had only looked at his accomplishments and been asked to kneel down in front of him, I would have done so without hesitation; however, when I consider his temperament, how cold, arrogant, and vicious he is, I simply want to beat the heck out of him.
Maybe I detailed him too much…sorry for that.
Jona summoned the lift, and we boarded it. We arrived on the ground floor and proceeded to my car, where we sat in the backseat while the driver drove.
We eventually arrived at Jona’s flat, dropped him off, and made my way to my penthouse. It was among the most costly penthouses in Florida City. I possess numerous other residences that resemble mansions, but when I needed to live alone, aside from my servants, I chose to live in a penthouse.
The lift chimed, and I entered my apartment to be greeted by an incredible aroma of cooking.
Removing my blazer, I entered the kitchen to find Tonia, my chef, preparing something.
“Tonia, I can smell cheese,” I said.
“Good evening, Vivian. I’m making chicken alfredo,” she informed me.
“My mouth is already watering,” I said, making her giggle.
I am a huge gourmet, and I love to cook, but owing to my hectic schedule, I don’t have time to cook. Sunday is the only day I spend cooking and trying new dishes.
I returned to my room and changed into shorts and a T-shirt.
Tonia had already set the table, so I quickly sat down and dug in. I sighed gently while eating the spaghetti.
I was still eating when my phone rang, and I answered it to find Jona calling.
“Hey, Jona!”
“Vivian…I received a phone call from Mr. Dante’s assistant, who asked me to set up an appointment with you for a private meeting with Mr. Dante,” he continued, causing me to choke on my spaghetti and immediately drink water.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, Vivian.”
For a second, I wondered what Mr. Dante could possibly say in a private meeting!
“Fine,” I mumbled, “you can fix the meeting for…tomorrow, whenever I am free.”
“Well, I already checked your schedule; you have another meeting at 2 p.m. tomorrow, so you are free before that. Should I fix the meeting at 12 noon?”
“Fine by me. Goodnight.”
After he said goodbye, I hung up the phone.
I was already worried about tomorrow’s appointment with Mr. Dante, which was even more unusual because it was private. If he needed to discuss a new project with our firm, he would schedule a regular meeting, but why private?
Jaxon Dante’s every activity serves a reason; he would not squander his valuable time like way.
I completed my supper and left the dish in the kitchen because Tonia had already gone to bed, and then I walked to my room, where I checked a few emails and scrolled through Instagram before falling asleep, with Jaxon Dante as my final thought.
Jona welcomed me as I exited the lift and approached his desk, “Good morning, Vivian.”
“Good morning,” I responded, smiling.
I entered my office and sat in my chair, kicking off the day.
Time passed, and there came a tap on my door, and when I responded, “Come in,” Jona entered.
“Just a reminder that you have a meeting with Mr. Dante in fifteen minutes,” Jona said, and I nodded.
“Did his assistant tell you anything about the meeting, the reason, or anything?” I asked him, and he shook his head, saying, “He wants to discuss it only with you; his assistant also knows nothing.”
I sighed, “Fine…”
He left the workplace with it.
I couldn’t say ‘no’ to the meeting because I knew that if he wanted to meet with me, he would; my opinion wouldn’t have mattered.
Jona knocked on the door again fifteen minutes later, and when I granted permission, it opened.
“Mr. Dante is here,” he said before turning aside. The devil strode in, and I rose up from my chair. A grey suit, nicely groomed hair, and a chilly expression on his face as he examined my workplace.
He moved farther inside, and Jona exited after closing the door.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Dante,” I said firmly, reaching out my hand for a handshake.
He glanced at me briefly before nodding and firmly shaking my hand. A*****e… didn’t even greet me back.