Amaira

One year later

Dressed in a navy blue elegant skirt suit with white top underneath I took swift strides in my matching ballet flats along the propertied walls of Witmore industries. The staff greeted me parting like red sea while I walk my way to the elevator. I'm Amaira Witmore, a doctor by profession, benignant and compassionate. But they are the qualities I conceal from the world and only a few people know. Being the only child of my father Richard Witmore, I'm raised with principles, command and dominance on people to rein the legacy of Witmore industries as the CEO Amaira Witmore.

"Why do you think the shares of Witmore industries are marking stupendously low in the financial market? I need an answer right now." I punched my hands on the table glaring at our chief operations officer Jeremy Spear. "I was out of the country for just six months on a doctoral program and you b

Adrian

Let her wait I thought when Jenny informed me Amaira Witmore wanted an appointment. I made Jenny lie to her that I was out of the country. So she found out who is the reason behind her vanquish. Not bad she is faster than I expected. She wasn't this smart at school. But I am not going to make her task easy. She has to work her fingers to the bone to get an appointment from me. Let me see what she is going to do when I decline the meet with her on the next Monday too.

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During the past couple of months I couldn't get a chance to meet Christina. I was too busy travelling in and out of United States. We were launching a new clothing line in men's formals. Meetings lined up with the share holders and holding seminar about our company's product got me busy more than I could imagine.

The least I could do to Christina was to message her on where I was. It was Friday evening and an

Adrian

We pass through New York's high rise buildings and busy roads to reach the suburban areas which had fresh green pastures and tall trees. A midst of nature we come across beautiful medium sized cottages. After driving further a few of such chalets Christina asks me to stop in front of a brick structure.

It was a cottage typically a small house that could carry the connotation of  an old-fashioned construction at the same time a modest and cosy dwelling abode. The croft was surrounded by green pastures, different colours and varieties of flowers. On the behind was a beautiful lake locused.

After spending almost three decades in the city of busy speed up, whoosh and whizz I felt the cabin as a welcome to paradise in the billets of nature. An obscure feeling of heavenliness inhabited its way in my heart. I park my Buggati at a distance, take Chistina's hand and walk to the cabana. 

Amaira

One year later

Dressed in a navy blue elegant skirt suit with white top underneath I took swift strides in my matching ballet flats along the propertied walls of Witmore industries. The staff greeted me parting like red sea while I walk my way to the elevator. I'm Amaira Witmore, a doctor by profession, benignant and compassionate. But they are the qualities I conceal from the world and only a few people know. Being the only child of my father Richard Witmore, I'm raised with principles, command and dominance on people to rein the legacy of Witmore industries as the CEO Amaira Witmore.

"Why do you think the shares of Witmore industries are marking stupendously low in the financial market? I need an answer right now." I punched my hands on the table glaring at our chief operations officer Jeremy Spear. "I was out of the country for just six months on a doctoral program and you brought the company to doldrums." I accused the already shivering man in a high pitched voice.

"I ha

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