He had to have a contract marriage with his secretary, they both had problems to solve, and they decided that staying with one another would solve it. Little did they know that what fate had in stock for them is far beyond their imagination.
He had to have a contract marriage with his secretary, they both had problems to solve, and they decided that staying with one another would solve it. Little did they know that what fate had in stock for them is far beyond their imagination.
She rolled again on her bed when the alarm went off, she doesn't want to stand up from the bed. Her sleep is so sweet to be distributed by one lousy alarm.
God knows Monday mornings is always like a disaster to her in her life, that's why she doesn't go to church and father Michael as been calling her and of course she as been ignoring his call because she can't say that she is sleeping in on the lord's day.
But then God understand the reason why she as been doing this.
She rolled again on her bed and pulled the duvet over her head,
"one more minute just give me one more minute"
She cried and for her that day work, is really a no no.
But then she needs to go no matter what, life when you got no money.
But also then.....one more minute.
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"When are you giving me my great grandson?"
Mr Rogers said hitting his hands on the chair he is sitting on as looked at his grandson Ryan.
"Honey calm down" his grandma said.
"You should be brothered about a guy who cares, look at him acting like you are not talking to him, I didn't raise him well he used to be sweet and obedient and now he grew up to resemble is grandfather" his grandma added and sighted.
"Is that like a abuse?" Mr Rogers asked, peeping at his wife through his glasses.
"It's more like the fact" Mrs Rogers replied.
"Grandfather I am not ready for marriage yet, like not now, why do you think am not into any relationship? It's because am not ready yet and the. Marriage are you kidding me?" Ryan said and laughed.
"You are not ready for relationship you say? Then very well I guess I need to collect my shares from you" Mr Rogers concluded, and picked up his newspaper.
"Well that's not a problem I have grandma's share it's more than Enough" Ryan said and smiled
'i am removing mine too" Mrs Rogers said and picked up a magazine to.
"Are you going with him, I thought you said I am your most precious grandson in the universe is your love changing that quickly" Ryan asked surprised, at his grandmother sudden change of mind.
"I also need a great grandson, to don't blame me" Mrs Rogers said.
"Okay I would adopt" Ryan said hopefully, that would be a solution.
"Adopt who?"the Rogers asked in unison.
"A great grandson, who else Are we talking about?" He asked with his hands.
"Does it look like am joking young man?" Mr Rogers got furious.
"I Am not also joking. people do that this days adopting stuffs" Ryan took a sip from his drink.
Mr Rogers stood on his feet and hit his walking stick on the floor and he adjusted his glasses and walked away and he knows that, that behavior means anger, Mr Rogers just got angry, at him because of a great grandson.
He looked at his grandma for support but the old woman just followed her husband he sighted. What is he expecting from a old couple anyways? They are always together.
"They should be happy to have a grandson and now they want a great grandson that's a unique prayer, even I don't want a son. Disadvantages of growing old"
Ryan thought as he also made his way outside to get ready to go to the company.
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Astoria rushed into the building like a lighting, she was really going to sleep for one minute but she ended up sleeping for two hours and now she is super late, she couldn't greet everyone who greeted her because she is a dead meat if Mr. Ryan doesn't meet her on her desk. And she is not ready to be roasted on a Monday morning.
She rushed to her desk and prepared her self well as the personal assistant that she is.
She changed her slippers to a seven inches heel and released her hair, she also applied her make up and wore on her cologne.
"Nobody is gonna know just nobody" she stood straight and stood formally to welcomed Mr. Ryan who is already on his way to the office after visiting his grandparents.
Thank goodness that she didn't get a second late if not she would have been long gone, that's why she didn't have her bath anyways.
Ryan walked inside the building with his bodyguard more like men in suit, immediately he entered everyone stopped what they were doing and started greeting him, not that he replies but they greet him anyway. He is the boss anyways.
He walked to his office and pursed when he got to Astoria's desk.
"Good morning sir" she greeted.
"Miss Astoria I would just pretend that I did not know that you resumed work five minutes ago" Ryan said and smiled.
"Excuse me?" Astoria asked both sacred and surprised.
"Just bring my schedule for today and let's just pretend" Ryan said and looked away from her.
"Am sorry sir" Astoria said with her head bowed.
Astoria watched as he entered the office, who is she lying to? Who can hide things from him? That rat he knows everything just everything.
"That's spoilt brat, let's just pretend" she mimicked.
She hissed and sat down as she prepared his file for schedule, she has forgotten that she is working with the most...... She doesn't even know how to put it. He is far from being a human and a animal is an understatement.
She entered his office and he shouted.
"Can't you knock?" She got scared and ran back to the door.
"Oh sorry I would go outside and knock again am really sorry" she apologized immediately.
"Don't worry, just come inside" Ryan said.
Astoria sighted and walked to him and stood opposite his table.
"Your schedules got canceled by your grandfather." She said putting down the files.
"What!?" Ryan said shouting and standing up.
"Well he set up blind dates for you like five of them" she explained calmly.
"Wait what five? And you allowed him to do that?" He fixed his eyes on her angrily.
"Was I supposed to, stop him? the chairman?" She asked surprised.
"Aren't you my secretary?" Ryan shouted at her.
"So was i supposed to say no Mr Ryan? I .can't do that to the chairman?, just go for the blind dates Mr Ryan I can't lose my job" she too almost shouted.
"Are you commanding me miss. Astoria?" Ryan placed his hands on his waist.
"No, like your grandfather asked you to go and dates and you are blaming me for accepting his proposal" she said and closed her eyes, she just exhausted all her boldness.
Ryan sighted and looked around, this his a disaster he said to him self, he is really not ready for marriage, why are they doing this to him huh!?.
He then looked up at her and asked, the most shocking question Astoria as ever heard.
"Miss. Astoria do you have a boyfriend?"
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