As Mia hovers outside the Falcon Enterprise building still in her car, she knows she's going to win.
She's determined to win.
She's here for one reason.To seduce, and to seduce hard.
She had almost called it quits, but after having a pep talk with Casey, her best friend and ally about an hour ago, she knew she wasn't going back down.
These people had taken what was hers, what was rightfully hers, and she wasn't going to let that go. Not just yet. She was going to bring them down to their knees, make them beg for mercy.
She would see to it that she won.
She must win, and with that mantra in mind, she stepped out.
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Jace was gazing out the window in his office, wondering when the famous Miss Monroe would get here.
He had practically been forced to stay here after his secretary had shoved in his face that he had an appointment with their biggest investor, something he had totally forgotten about over the course of the week.
This was his second year working as the CEO of Falcon, something his father had not handed out easily, but was nonetheless forced to seeing as he was no longer able to walk. Even after handing over the glorious title, the old man kept his intel on everything that happened in the business, and as much as Jace hated to admit it, he was only there as a second-in-command, his dad would make all the important decisions.
His dad was a dictator by heart.
Since he had been here, he'd met a lot of important people in the company,but he was yet to meet the famous Miss Monroe.
To be completely honest, he had no idea what this meeting was going to be about, and frankly didn't care, since he and Jack had plans to go golfing this Friday afternoon, but this stupid appointment just had to come up.
He would have cancelled, but only he knew Miss Monroe was the most important investor in this business and his dad would cut his throat off if he missed this. He had only made it so obvious.
He let his pacing mind wonder a little about this woman, a ghost that not even his father had feasted his eyes upon. From what he had heard, she started investing in this business about four and half years ago, and they have been the best of partners since.
The woman has never once showed her face to them but had dismissed all questions with a dull 'in due time', but had instead chosen to send a representative, Malik, in all the meetings she was supposed to attend.
This had Jace curious, but he never questioned anything, assuming she was just another old lady in the business with nothing but a frail heart and tired mind that had given out years ago and refused to let go, just like his father.
He was so lost in thoughts that he almost didn't hear the beep from his desk and the sound of his secretary later, saying Miss Monroe was here to talk to him.
"Send her in. "He said and eased down on his leather chair, tilting it to face his computer.
Not long after there was a click of the door and the sound of heels stepping in.
Jace got up to approach the woman and opened his mouth to utter formalities but his jaw dropped on seeing the sight before him.
Holy guacamole.
The woman was hot.
His gaze lifted from her five inch Prada's to her gorgeous face, and his left eye twitched, a sign of the surprise he just got.
No, not surprise. This was utterly shocking, and downright gobsmacking.
"Well, well, if it isn't the famous heir of Falcon Enterprises,"Her voice was so sweet he could swear he saw little cupids dance before his eyes, and her mere appearance was nothing short of ultimate confidence. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Falcon. "
"It's..uuh.. Jace. "Jace finally managed to utter, somehow overwhelmed with the feeling that he should just fall down at her feet and bow again and again.
"Jace. "His name rolled off her tongue,as he took in the pale pink trench she was wearing.
Internally, he had fainted at least three times, and he was afraid another one was coming up just by taking in her devious red lips, smoky dark eyes, her dark frizzy hair, her threatingly feminine aura and her soft firm handshake.
Taking off her trench revealed the tight red dress she was wearing, dangerously showing off her curves, and reaching just above her knees, a little decent, but tempting to the core.
Jace swallowed.
Come on, man. Own this. He thought to himself. You're the boss, act like it.
He had to shake his head a little in order to compose himself.
"I must say, Miss Monroe,I expected to see someone older. "He said, having noted she looked like a nineteeen year old.
She threw back her head and laughed.
"Well, I expected to see someone younger. And please, call me Mia. "
"Mia, please have a seat. "
She gracefully sat down, placing one leg over the other and eyed him with contempt.
He could tell this was going to be one hell of a meeting.
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Mia watched the young CEO with satisfaction, but nonetheless, a rapid heart beat.
She had a feeling that her job would've been made easier if this guy had only been a little less good-looking, okay fine, hot, but alas, here she was sitting across him, and there he was, looking hot as hell.
His muscular physique was well evident under the grey suit he was wearing, his dark hair that didn't need gel to be perfected looked like it knew the meaning of looking good and doing what it was told to do, and his intense dark eyes pierced through Mia's soul.
The minute she had walked through that door, she wanted to scream and dive a knife through his heart, but here she was now, calming herself and willing strength to carry out her plan.
It had been hard to abandon her beliefs, everything she had been taught by her parents since childhood for the sake of this plan, but she knew she wasn't going to back down either.
Seeing him brought back the bitterness, everything that she wanted to forget but was forced to remember.
Everything that was taken away from her.
She swallowed back her bitterness and instead plastered a very toothy smile, taking care to bat her eyelashes and look sexy enough.
"So,"she leaned in on his desk, secretly attaching small microphone on the base of it, "How's your father doing? "
"He's okay, "Jace answered almost immediately, fidgeting, "But he's been better. "
The fall of Falcon had been nothing but karma in Mia's eyes, paving way for the plan she was carrying out now. Falcon had had a stroke two years ago, leaving him in no condition to walk.
It was a horrible thing to get someone happy, but Mia was all past the point of horrible. She was lethal.
"So,"Jace cleared his throat, "to what honour do I owe this visit? "He just wanted to get away from her.
She chuckled,a breathy and sexy sound from her throat.
"Not too accommodating, are you? "
"No, "that was the last thing he wanted her to think,"I was just inquiring -"
"Save it. "She got up and sashayed over to his side of the desk.
Jace's breath caught in his throat. Was love at first sight real?
She slowly turned his chair to face her, and ever so gracefully sat on his desk.
Wanted to get to straight to business, did he? Well, she was gonna get straight to business.
"As am sure you know, there is only one great architectural company in this country. "
"You mean Monroe Architects? "
"Good boy. "She trailed a hand on his tie, making him timid for a second,at the same time trying to suppress the choke in her throat.
"Now, Falcon is by far the greatest building company in this continent, and by us working together for the past few years, I can't help but see the great results it has amounted to. But of late, there is rising company that came out of nowhere-"
"You mean Nuru Consolidated? "
"Precisely. "
"What about them? "
"They're the greatest threat to both our companies, and by far, they have managed to score themselves the contract to build two of the greatest structures in our city, and so early this morning, an idea popped into my head. "
It was time to pull out the big guns, so she smiled devilishly, which Jace translated for a cunning smile and pulled out an envelope from behind her, handing it to him.
Jace opened it slowly to reveal a neat stash of papers that appeared to be a contract of some sort.
"What is this? "
"Read it, big boy. "
So he read, and boy, was this piece of paper coercing.