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RUNNING AWAY FROM MY BETROTHEDChapter 219
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CONVENIENTLY MARRIED
Seconds fly away, turning into moments of pure thinking. Rings! They are beautiful, grafted for a real marriage. Even our names or inscibed on them, and I can't help the rapture in my heart. This is sweet. Because his authentic real wife is something I would never trade for anything. But this is not how I wanted us to wed. I wanted the world to witness our exchange of vows. Ooh, life! You really know how to surprise me and kill my wishes, huh?
As I contine the mental battle, admiring the shiny rings in my hands, Damian is made aware of the scarcity or the nothingness of time we have on our side. We don't know what that wicked and cunning woman might be doing right now or feeding the board right now. He takes the one with his name and slips it on my finger, and I don't need to be told what needs to be done next. I slip the one with my name on his finger after sweeping a sheepish grin across my face. Wow! How deep is this entanglement going to go? Apparently, it's not only our relationship we have to fake but being married too. I hope all these sacrifices will be worth it in the end.
So, in the eyes everyone, with the rings and the marriage certificate that seems so authentic, we are legally wedded! Mr. And Mrs. Riccaforte, is our new title!
"You thought wise, Mr. Riccaforte! Does anyone else know about this?" Greg asks.
"Only the three of us in this office and my attorney," Damian responds.
"That is good. No one else should know. And I hope you know what this means."
Yeah? We are expected to portray a real married couple. That we should make this as real as the word real sounds? Gosh! How long will this continue? First, it was the accidental betrothal, then the accidental encounter, then we accidentally fell in love, and now we are accidentally married. What next? Accidentally pregnant?
"Don't worry, Mr. Greg. I have it all covered," Damian explains, and since I am overwhelmed beyond imagination, I nod my head to whatever plans he has in mind. Ooh, dear Lord! I hope this works. It has to work. It shouldn't fail in any way.
"I think we better go in there before they start having suspicions," Greg says.
"Shall we, wifey?" Damian speaks.
Wifey!
And what should I call him since I can't call him by his name anymoregreed? Husbae? Jeez!
I nod my head and cling to the arm that he is offering, but I speak to Gre first. "Greg? I want Mr. Jones' incident investigated thoroughly and ASAP. Please do a close follow-up on it," I state.
"I will."
We stride outside and through the long hallway to the conference hall, where seemingly the meeting has commenced, and the oblivious witch is comfortably perched on the CEO's seat with her miniature on the left side. They sure are enjoying this moment. Well, they better savor every single minute of their arses on those seats while it lasts. According to their faces, none of the board members seem to understand what she is proudly ranting about or what the meeting is all about. Confusion is engulfing the entire room as people trade confusing gestures around the table. Everyone seems to be totally floating on what these black witches are going on about.
"Having said that, I want to take this opportunity to let you know that I will be taking over my husband's position as the CEO of this company. I expect total cooperation from everyone!"
Silence befalls the entire hall!
Her greed and stupidity? Is she even thinking straight? CEO? What does she know about running a business, much less a big company like this? Does she even know the work of a CEO or what the word itself means? I can't believe her audacity!
We stride outside and through the long hallway to the conference hall, where seemingly the meeting has commenced, and the oblivious witch is comfortably perched on the CEO's seat with her miniature on the left side. They sure are enjoying this moment. Well, they better savor every single minute of their arses on those seats while it lasts. According to their faces, none of the board members seem to understand what she is proudly ranting about or what the meeting is all about. Confusion is engulfing the entire room as people trade confusing gestures around the table. Everyone seems to be totally floating on what these black witches are going on about.
"Having said that, I want to take this opportunity to let you know that I will be taking over my husband's position as the CEO of this company. I expect total cooperation from everyone!"
Silence befalls the entire hall!
Her greed and stupidity? Is she even thinking straight? CEO? What does she know about running a business, much less a big company like this? Does she even know the work of a CEO or what the word itself means? I can't believe her audacity!
"No offense, Mrs Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"No offense, Mrs. Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"No offense, Mrs. Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"No offense, Mrs. Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"I have followed the due process, Mr. Riccaforte, because, as Riccaford's wife, I am the right person to take up his place. I also know that he owns 75% of the shares so that automatically makes me the new CEO."
Well, I see she is well-informed. She did a pretty good job, but did she forget that I am not dead?
"But you know nothing about the company. How are you planning to run a business you know nothing about?" Damian's father speaks again. And she throws him a glare that shows she is getting pissed off by his questions.
She flips her hair to her back, standing bold as if she has ever been into an office. I don't even get where she is getting the bitchy, bold guts to address such a huge crowd in such a distinguished person as this. Is her greed this savage? "With all due respect, Mr Riccaforte, I wouldn't be sitting here if I had no plans for the company. Don't underrate me, and don't insult me either." She scoffs, almost spitting at the members near her, as she fires back at Damian's father.
I told this witch that handling this kinds of standards did not suit her one bit, and she thought I was being insultive. Now look at how she is behaving like a mannerless, classless, and mad dog in front of all these people. And called this a meeting? She looks a like a real total total mess! A walking embarassment!
Seconds fly away, turning into moments of pure thinking. Rings! They are beautiful, grafted for a real marriage. Even our names or inscibed on them, and I can't help the rapture in my heart. This is sweet. Because his authentic real wife is something I would never trade for anything. But this is not how I wanted us to wed. I wanted the world to witness our exchange of vows. Ooh, life! You really know how to surprise me and kill my wishes, huh?
As I contine the mental battle, admiring the shiny rings in my hands, Damian is made aware of the scarcity or the nothingness of time we have on our side. We don't know what that wicked and cunning woman might be doing right now or feeding the board right now. He takes the one with his name and slips it on my finger, and I don't need to be told what needs to be done next. I slip the one with my name on his finger after sweeping a sheepish grin across my face. Wow! How deep is this entanglement going to go? Apparently, it's not only our relationship we have to fake but being married too. I hope all these sacrifices will be worth it in the end.
So, in the eyes everyone, with the rings and the marriage certificate that seems so authentic, we are legally wedded! Mr. And Mrs. Riccaforte, is our new title!
"You thought wise, Mr. Riccaforte! Does anyone else know about this?" Greg asks.
"Only the three of us in this office and my attorney," Damian responds.
"That is good. No one else should know. And I hope you know what this means."
Yeah? We are expected to portray a real married couple. That we should make this as real as the word real sounds? Gosh! How long will this continue? First, it was the accidental betrothal, then the accidental encounter, then we accidentally fell in love, and now we are accidentally married. What next? Accidentally pregnant?
"Don't worry, Mr. Greg. I have it all covered," Damian explains, and since I am overwhelmed beyond imagination, I nod my head to whatever plans he has in mind. Ooh, dear Lord! I hope this works. It has to work. It shouldn't fail in any way.
"I think we better go in there before they start having suspicions," Greg says.
"Shall we, wifey?" Damian speaks.
Wifey!
And what should I call him since I can't call him by his name anymoregreed? Husbae? Jeez!
I nod my head and cling to the arm that he is offering, but I speak to Gre first. "Greg? I want Mr. Jones' incident investigated thoroughly and ASAP. Please do a close follow-up on it," I state.
"I will."
We stride outside and through the long hallway to the conference hall, where seemingly the meeting has commenced, and the oblivious witch is comfortably perched on the CEO's seat with her miniature on the left side. They sure are enjoying this moment. Well, they better savor every single minute of their arses on those seats while it lasts. According to their faces, none of the board members seem to understand what she is proudly ranting about or what the meeting is all about. Confusion is engulfing the entire room as people trade confusing gestures around the table. Everyone seems to be totally floating on what these black witches are going on about.
"Having said that, I want to take this opportunity to let you know that I will be taking over my husband's position as the CEO of this company. I expect total cooperation from everyone!"
Silence befalls the entire hall!
Her greed and stupidity? Is she even thinking straight? CEO? What does she know about running a business, much less a big company like this? Does she even know the work of a CEO or what the word itself means? I can't believe her audacity!
We stride outside and through the long hallway to the conference hall, where seemingly the meeting has commenced, and the oblivious witch is comfortably perched on the CEO's seat with her miniature on the left side. They sure are enjoying this moment. Well, they better savor every single minute of their arses on those seats while it lasts. According to their faces, none of the board members seem to understand what she is proudly ranting about or what the meeting is all about. Confusion is engulfing the entire room as people trade confusing gestures around the table. Everyone seems to be totally floating on what these black witches are going on about.
"Having said that, I want to take this opportunity to let you know that I will be taking over my husband's position as the CEO of this company. I expect total cooperation from everyone!"
Silence befalls the entire hall!
Her greed and stupidity? Is she even thinking straight? CEO? What does she know about running a business, much less a big company like this? Does she even know the work of a CEO or what the word itself means? I can't believe her audacity!
"No offense, Mrs Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"No offense, Mrs. Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"No offense, Mrs. Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"No offense, Mrs. Riccaford, but this is something that needs to be discussed by the board. You can't just endorse yourself as the CEO of the company without a proper process." Mr Riccaforte explains.
"I have followed the due process, Mr. Riccaforte, because, as Riccaford's wife, I am the right person to take up his place. I also know that he owns 75% of the shares so that automatically makes me the new CEO."
Well, I see she is well-informed. She did a pretty good job, but did she forget that I am not dead?
"But you know nothing about the company. How are you planning to run a business you know nothing about?" Damian's father speaks again. And she throws him a glare that shows she is getting pissed off by his questions.
She flips her hair to her back, standing bold as if she has ever been into an office. I don't even get where she is getting the bitchy, bold guts to address such a huge crowd in such a distinguished person as this. Is her greed this savage? "With all due respect, Mr Riccaforte, I wouldn't be sitting here if I had no plans for the company. Don't underrate me, and don't insult me either." She scoffs, almost spitting at the members near her, as she fires back at Damian's father.
I told this witch that handling this kinds of standards did not suit her one bit, and she thought I was being insultive. Now look at how she is behaving like a mannerless, classless, and mad dog in front of all these people. And called this a meeting? She looks a like a real total total mess! A walking embarassment!