Chapter Five

In a secluded area of New York, nestled amidst lush greenery, stands a magnificent grand house that exudes an air of elegance and mystery.

The house, a sprawling mansion, is a sight to behold with its intricate architecture, towering columns, and ornate details. Its pristine white exterior contrasts beautifully with the surrounding landscape, creating a captivating visual spectacle.

The the sight of the garage, a haven for car enthusiasts would leave one awestruck.

The garage was filled with an impressive collection of cars, each one more luxurious and sleek than the last.

From classic vintage beauties to modern sports cars, the collection showcased a wide array of automotive marvels.

The guards stationed around the property added an element of security and intrigue, dressed in sharp uniforms and maintaining a vigilant watch over the premises.

In this overly beautiful house, two men were seen engaged in a heated argument.

Or more like the younger one, was nagging the elder looking one.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!" the younger yelled. "No," the older one replied, his response filled with indifference. "Sébastien!" the younger called out, his frustration evident in his tone.

"Do repeat what you said earlier, I'm sure I'll hear you again," Sébastien said shamelessly and walked out of the room.

The younger one hurriedly trailed behind him. "I said for the last time, you didn't need to create that firm in New York just to attract a girl! That's so crazy! Besides, she ran away and you don't need her!"

Sébastien stopped, a smirk on his lips. "She ran away, isn't that a good reason to not let her go?"

"She dared to leave me at the altar and run away from our own wedding, and you of all people want me to let it slide?" he questioned, turning to look at the man. "You forgot how your old man nagged me for almost a year plus?"

The other one let out a deep sigh, his brow furrowed with worry. "I hear you, but what's the game plan now?" he asked as they reached the grand entrance of the house. "How can all these elaborate setup actually help us deal with her?"

"I'm going to have an interview today," Seb said, "and I'm pretty sure she'll be one of them."

Seb stopped as the car door was pulled open for him, he gave the other one a one last glance before saying,

"You know, there aren't many job openings here in New York, And if my calculations are correct, she should have moved on from the past by now. We haven't bothered her for two years, so it's likely she's out there looking for a job. And wouldn't you know it, Ash Ventures just happens to be offering exactly what she needs."

Seb sighed, frustrated with his brother's behavior. "No more questions, Kiddo. I'll get going," he said as he climbed into the car. The younger man growled,

"Don't you dare call me that!" he shouted as the car drove away. Just then, his phone pinged with a new message. He quickly checked it and a coy smile crossed his face.

"At least I'm having fun," he murmured, followed by a dark chuckle.

......

The black Bentley arrived at the garage of the massive Ash Ventures building.

The guards graciously opened the door as Sébastien stepped out and made his way into his private elevator.

He exuded an air of sophistication and confidence. His brown hair meticulously styled, adding a touch of rugged charm to his handsome features.

As he adjusted his suit, his silver eyes sparkled with intelligence. And with every step, he commanded attention, leaving onlookers captivated by his magnetic presence.

Their Hot CEO was a sight to behold.

It was as if he had stepped out of the pages of a captivating novel, a character brought to life with his striking looks.

Seb stopped into his luxurious looking office and settled into his office chair.

A young lady in her 20s walked in, dressed to perfection not in a way a secretary should be dressed.

Michelle Jackson, with her dirty blonde hair elegantly tied up, showcased her fair neck. The teardrop earring and necklace added a touch of sophistication to her sky blue shirt, while the pencil black skirt and black heels exuded sexiness.

But what caught everyone's attention was her undeniable sassiness.

She was sexy and hot, the envy of every girl at the office.

With the way she was always favored by Seb, everyone thought they both had something in common. Though no one dared to say that out loud.

Michelle walked up to Sébastien with a slight smile, but he didn't even give her a glance.

"What's my schedule today?" he inquired, well aware that he had interviews lined up.

Without waiting for her response, he swiftly opened his laptop and gave another instruction.

"My coffee, now." Seb was focused and in a hurry, but Michelle was always there to handle his requests efficiently. She would always make sure to always appear very serious and dedicated to her job.

She quickly rushed out to get his usual black coffee.

Knowing that it was the fuel he needed to kickstart his day and function at his best.

Michelle swiftly returned with the black coffee and politely offered it to him. With a warm smile, she presented him with the energizing beverage, knowing that it would help him power through his busy day. He accepted the coffee and took a moment to savor the aroma before diving back into his work.

"Alright, Sir, your schedule for today" She began as she cleared her throat.

" First up, you have a meeting with Sarah Thompson from the Peace Firm at 10:00 AM."

"Reject" Was his firm reply.

Mich blinked. 'what?'

Did she hear right?

The people he said that word to was one of the biggest in New York. How could he?!

Seb looked up at her when he didn’t hear her continue, a raised a brow and she almost melted.

But immediately she regained her composure.

"Ahem! Then, at 11:30 AM, you'll be meeting with Mr Micheal"

She proceeded and once again, he cut her short.

“Reject"

What’s wrong with him today?!

"After that, you have a lunch break scheduled from 12:30 PM to 1:30 PM. Following the break, you'll be interviewing Lisa Adams at 2:00 PM."

"Reject"

Boss?!

"Lastly, you’re supposed to conduct an interview with 382 candidates today, sir."

"I'll do that one. The rest reject them. Let the interview begin"

He was quick to respond to that one, leaving her surprised.

'I wonder what’s wrong with him today'

"Bring in the first candidate" he ordered again when she didn’t move.

Seriously what’s her problem.