The Heir

When the doors opened on Miss Smith’s office, Victoria was in awe. The entire floor belonged to the president alone. Perhaps it was one of the perks of a big-time company.

“Perhaps the news about a mysterious new boss is not true,” she whispered to her husband’s ear.

Maximillian just shrugged.

They walked towards the secretary, who was occupying the seemed to be reception desk outside the president’s office. The woman stood up the moment they reached the desk.

“Victoria Griffith of the Griffith Group?” the secretary asked politely.

She glanced at her husband, who remained poker-faced beside her. Victoria’s family addressed her by her maiden name, and the company must have told the LS Group the same name.

“It’s… uhm… Victoria Lee.”

“Oh.” The secretary looked at her husband.

“He is with me. The Griffith Group sent us here.” Of course, it was a lie. There was no way his family would send Maximillian with her.

The secretary ushered them to the mini-conference room.

“Have a seat. Miss Smith will see you in a while.”

When the secretary left, Maximillian sat on the chair at the end of the rectangular meeting table. With his three-piece suit and his newly shaved aura, he looked like a hot-shot CEO in town every woman ever dreamed of. Victoria could not help but smile as she admired her husband.

And then, she heard the door squeaked. She turned in its direction and saw a sophisticated woman in a beige suit walking towards her.

“You must be Victoria,” the woman said, smiling.

“And you must be Vanessa.” She stretched her hand out for a handshake, but to her astonishment, the LS Group president hugged her. “T-that is a very warm welcome, Miss Smith,” she said afterward.

“Well…” Vanessa turned in her husband’s direction, who was still sitting pretty as if he owned the place.

She beckoned him to

other end of the

be better to sit next to her during the presentation. She heaved a sigh as she brought out the folders and her laptop from the attaché case. Vanessa just watched her every move, and she also noticed that she occasionally threw glances at her husband. “D-do you want me

raised a

She pushed the folder

up with…” said Vanessa, then opened

her breath. “That is the printed copy of the proposal, so you

the actual presentation, Victoria. We

mouth. She worked hard for it, and now it

you mean? Is this how you reject our company’s proposal?” She bit her lip. If

Vanessa smiled. “Your company has

what to say nor how to react. All she knew was that it was indeed good news for her and for everyone in the company. It seemed that the odds were in her favor this time. She turned to her husband, who, just like her, seemed

expect you to grant us this kind of favor,” she told

husband. “The new president wanted to give small companies like yours a

in carrying folders that she handed to

is the contract of our cooperation. Let’s sign it

“S-sure.” She nodded agreeably.

and the pen, her hands were shaking in sheer happiness. She could not

is he?”

He is at home, preparing himself to take over the

She closed the folder and returned it

son of a very wealthy family, who likes to keep himself out

But then, she

copy of the contract.” Vanessa

“Thanks.”

stood up

can’t see you out. I have an