Amaira

Two months later

Bringing myself closer to the desk I started reading the article further with much concentration that was written eleven years back.

The country's biggest billionaire Augustus Martin saves a seventeen year old teenage boy Adrian James Marshal who lay half conscious beside the road on Hudson valley.

Hudson?

So this idiot belongs to Hudson?

Also the title 'Marshal' rings alert bells in my head. Do I know him?

Altering the knobs of my executive leather chair to sit more comfortable I pull the laptop on my desk in front of me and started reading the articles of Adrian James Martin.

Being found by the Martins almost twelve years ago Adrian pursued his studies on business Analytics. He is a post graduate from Oxford and took over the family business six years ago.

The luck of the draw took over. Jammy bastard got dumped in the bushes but saved by a billionaire.

Adrian

I huddle outside my room leaving Amaira behind and accelerated through the long office corridor reaching my personal elevator but Chris was already gone. Damn it! During the times like this I hate huge offices. I strike the elevator door with my fist and was about to go back to my office.

"What happened?" Amaira stops me on my track and rubs my forearms. She reaches through my vision gazing at the elevator. "I'm so sorry Adrian, did she already leave?" She asks me anxious. Something about this woman told me she wasn't clean as much she was presenting. "I will take care of the issue please leave Amaira." I tell her in weariness but with as much politeness as I could manage and walk back to my room.

I pick my phone from my pant pocket and immediately dial my driver. "Harold, greetings can be conveyed later. Christina had just left the office. She is depressed and angry as she saw

Christina

Dressed in a sky blue colour gown which had a sheer detail of pearls in the bust area flowing down in long frills to my knee I walked down the grandeur staircase of our house.

Today we are leaving to the Martin house for a family dinner. Adrian is very excited for two reasons. Firstly to share with his family that we will be proud parents of a little one very soon and secondly I would be very soon able to hear and speak.

Though he wanted me to say the vows on our marriage he doesn't seem to mind now as he is more enthusiastic to welcome a new member into our family.

Extending his hand for me to hold after I reach the bottom of the stairs, Adrian kisses my lips and compliments me. "You look so beautiful in this blue gown.... like a walking porcelain doll." I smile and nod thanking him. Now I can read his lips like an open book and the same applies to him. Looking at the expr

Amaira

Two months later

Bringing myself closer to the desk I started reading the article further with much concentration that was written eleven years back.

The country's biggest billionaire Augustus Martin saves a seventeen year old teenage boy Adrian James Marshal who lay half conscious beside the road on Hudson valley.

Hudson?

So this idiot belongs to Hudson?

Also the title 'Marshal' rings alert bells in my head. Do I know him?

Altering the knobs of my executive leather chair to sit more comfortable I pull the laptop on my desk in front of me and started reading the articles of Adrian James Martin.

Being found by the Martins almost twelve years ago Adrian pursued his studies on business Analytics. He is a post graduate from Oxford and took over the family business six years ago.

The luck of the draw took over. Jammy bastard got dumped in the bushes but saved by a billionaire.

Doing a good homework with all the necessary information I came back to Sunrise Industries office 

Chapter 11