Billionaire’s 141
Evelyn had a smirk on her face as she pulled into the parking lot of The People's Times building.
Six years had passed since she last stepped foot in the family's magazine company, and now, she was ready to take her place here once again.
The magnificent glass-covered building loomed over her, a symbol of how much had changed in the last six years. She wasn't the same person who had left Ludus all those years ago, and she doubted the company was the same either. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the car, straightened her blazer, and walked toward the entrance. As she pushed open the doors, the familiar scent of fresh paper and ink hit her, bringing back memories of all the time she had spent here. But the layout had changed. The once warm, cozy reception area had been transformed into a modern design with metallic finishes and glass partitions. The walls were adorned with magazine covers- The People's Times had clearly kept up with the times.
Evelyn approached the front desk, where a young receptionist looked up and smiled. "Good morning. How may I help you?"
"I'm Evelyn Quinn," she said, offering a small smile.
"I'm resuming here today."
The receptionist's eyes widened, clearly recognizing the name. "Oh! Welcome back, Miss Quinn. Let me notify HR."
As she waited, Evelyn scanned the room, noticing a few familiar faces among the staff bustling around. Some of the people who had been there for years smiled warmly at her, clearly recognizing her. A tall, graying man- Mr. Jenkins waved from across the lobby. He had been in charge of the finance department for as long as she could remember.
"Good to see you, Evelyn!" he called out. "Welcome back!"
Evelyn smiled and waved back. "Good to see you too, Mr. Jenkins."
"HR will be with you shortly," the receptionist said, interrupting her thoughts. A moment later, a woman from HR appeared, clipboard in hand.
"Miss Quinn, follow me, please."
Evelyn nodded and followed her through the glasswalled corridors, trying to shake off the unease settling in her stomach. She wasn't nervous about the work itself-she could handle that. It was Sandra she was worried about.
Sandra had made it clear she didn't want her back, and although Evelyn was prepared for whatever confrontation lay ahead, she still couldn't help but feel wary.
After a brief tour of the office spaces, HR led her to an office near the corner of the building. "This is where you will be working," the HR rep said, smiling as she led Evelyn into the office. Evelyn smiled to herself as she followed the lady into
Sandra's office, eager to see the look that would be on Sandra's face when she realized that they were going to be working together, and as such, sabotaging her work would cost her as well
Sandra was sitting behind a large desk. Her expression froze the moment she saw Evelyn, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Sandra here will be your direct supervisor, as I'm sure you both know already. Ordinarily, I will do the introduction, but since you're sisters, I guess there is no need for that."
"You've got to be kidding me," Sandra muttered under her breath before remembering that they had company and she had decided to stop fighting with Evelyn.
Before she could fake a smile, Evelyn forced a bright smile of her own, stepping forward as though nothing was wrong. "Hey, sis, I'm really excited to be working with you. I look forward to learning from your wealth of experience," Evelyn said, and Sandra blinked, clearly taken aback by Evelyn's overly cheerful tone.
"Why are you working here as an associate editor when you should be a senior editor?" Sandra asked in disbelief.
"Because I want to work with you, Sandy," Evelyn said, her voice sickeningly sweet.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Sandra's shock was barely hidden as she stood up. "Dad allowed this?"
"Of course. I might be a senior editor at Empowered, but I'm new here. I should learn from you." Evelyn kept her expression innocent, though inside, she was savoring the moment. "I'm sure we will work well together," Evelyn added, keeping her voice light.
The tension in the room was thick as they exchanged fake smiles. Evelyn knew Sandra was probably fuming inside, but Sandra couldn't do anything to her.
"Sandra, I guess you can handle the rest. Please let her know what is expected from her," the HR lady said before excusing them.
As the lady walked away, Sandra subtly picked up her phone and turned on the recorder, wanting to use Evelyn's tactic against her this time.
The moment the door clicked shut after the HR lady, Sandra's smile dropped. "What the hell are you doing here in my office?" she hissed, crossing her arms.
Evelyn didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned casually against the desk. "Oh, Sandra, don't pretend you're not thrilled to see me. You look so happy." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Sandra's eyes narrowed. "Cut the act, Evelyn. You know we can't work together. I do not want that and I'm sure you don't want it either."
"And yet, here I am," Evelyn said, her tone turning icy.
"Working right under you. Isn't it perfect?"
Sandra glared, her nostrils flaring. "You're a fool if you think I'll make this easy for you."
Evelyn's smile turned sharp. "And why do you think I'm going to make it easy for you either? I know you're uncomfortable, Sandra. But guess what? I'm only getting started. If I were you, I'd quit now and save myself the trouble. You see, a snake like you doesn't belong in this family or this company. You've slithered your way through everything for too long."
Sandra's mouth twitched, and she reached for her phone. "You realize I'm recording this, right?" She asked with a smirk.
Evelyn let out a low chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm recording too. So go ahead."
Sandra's face paled slightly as she realized Evelyn had anticipated her move. "What game are you playing, Evelyn? Why are you doing all this?"
"You know exactly what game I'm playing, and you know why I'm doing this too," Evelyn said, her voice soft but firm.
Sandra snorted, "No matter how
hard I try, I can't understand why you go about acting all innocent and self righteous when you're nothing but a dirty slut. You cheated on Michael and had a child yet you have the guys to keep acting like the victim. Well, guess what? Your secret is
out
now. Derek and his family know exactly the kind of slut you are. A word of advice to you, do not think of seducing Derek again. I don't want you embarrassing yourself and our family any more than you've done already. Derek's family will never let him marry a single mother, and especially not you," she said, and Evelyn smirked.
"It's good to see you still care so much about me, but you can keep your concern to yourself. It's not welcome. And just so you know, I won't only be seducing Derek, I will also get married to him. Want to make a bet and see if I don't?" She asked, and a sense of unease settled over Sandra.
Evelyn wasn't the same girl she remembered. And that made her dangerous. "I do not want any more
troubles, Evelyn. Let's leave the past behind."
"Says the one who tried to drug me after using similar lines," Evelyn said with a roll of her eyes. "Guess what? You might not want trouble anymore, but I want trouble. I warned you before, remember?
Now, here is the first rule of our net
arrangement: I'm not your lackey. I'm preparing for my interview with Derek, so you will have to handle your work yourself. I've heard about how you order everyone around, but you do nothing here. That's going to change now that I'm here. You have to start earning your salary. This isn't a charity organization for lowlife bitches like you."
Sandra opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came out. She stood there, seething, as Evelyn calmly walked toward the door. "I'm here to stay, Sandy." With that, Evelyn walked out, her heart pounding but her face composed. She could feel Sandra's gaze burning into her back, but she didn't look back.
As soon as she was out of the office, Sandra grabbed her phone and furiously dialed Michael's number.
"She's here," Sandra hissed when he picked up.
"Evelyn just resumed. And you won't believe the nerve of her. She thinks she can walk in here and-" "Calm down," Michael interrupted. "We knew this was coming. Don't let her get to you." "Calm down?" Sandra spat. "She's going to ruin everything! She's already threatening me."
"You need to focus," Michael said, his voice steady. "Remember, we're not worrying about Evelyn anymore? I told you, you have to choose one It's either you want Derek or you want your family magazine. You have to focus on what is more important and profitable. What you need to do is find a way to get her phone and get rid of that video from the club- if she still has it, you're done for."
Sandra clenched her jaw. "I am done for?"
"Of course. I wasn't party to that. That is all on you.
Have you gotten someone to steal her phone?"
Michael asked, and Sandra took in a deep breath.
"It's easier now that she's working with me. I'll find a way to get it," Sandra said as she stared at the door Evelyn had just walked through, her mind racing.
Michael said calmly. "Good. Figure it out. And get it done quickly."