Desires Die Hard

The second she stepped into the office, Jake emerged from his room with a file.

He stopped Anya from returning to her desk when he saw her. “Anya, could you come over here for a minute?”

“Do you need anything, Jake?” Anya asked as she made her way to the managing director.

Jake nodded before handing the file in his hands to her. “I need you to deliver this to Mr. Welton’s office. Tell him it’s JK Couture’s plans for the second half of the year. We need him to take a look at it.”

Anya froze when she heard that. Her fingers stiffened around the file. She couldn’t move at all. She can’t seem to form words. She stared at Jake helplessly.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Jake asked, a note of concern in his voice after he caught the way Anya had stiffened.

The young woman shook her head profusely. She pulled herself together and mustered a smile on her face. It looked like a grimace instead. “Yes! I’m fine!” Naturally, she wasn’t. She wasn’t fine at all.

She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to see Evan again. But the other designers in the office had left. Jake’s personal assistant had knocked off as well. They were the only people left in the office.

She was a junior designer still serving her probationary period. She couldn’t possibly tell Jake to deliver the file to Evan himself.

Frustration and fear roiled inside Anya’s gut. What should she do?

“You should hurry. Mr. Welton should still be in his office but if you don’t hurry up, he might be gone before you get there,” Jake urged. He was unaware of the emotional turmoil that Anya was in.

Anya had no choice. She tightened her fingers around the file and headed upstairs.

The office was on the top floor. The thirtieth floor. The view was spectacular. You could see the entire capital city from that height. The corridor leading up to the CEO’s office was lined with clear glass windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling.

As she walked down the corridor, Anya could see from the corner of her eye the myriad of lights lighting up the city at night. She supposed that was the kind of view one got at the top floor of an office tower. A view that was naturally grand and imposing without seeming ostentatious.

The young woman withdrew her gaze from the window and bit her lips softly. How was she supposed to hand the file to Evan? She had to think of some way to do it.

Evan suspected her intentions. If she were to appear in his office, he would think that this was another one of her ploys to seduce him again. Anya remembered the look of hostile suspicion in Evan’s eyes. It sent a sudden coldness shivering down her spine. Nothing good ever came out of their encounters.

She had to earn a living and feed her children. She had a revenge to execute. She didn’t want to be fired from JK Couture before she could accomplish what she had set out to do.

She reached Evan’s office within seconds. She stood in front of the door. It gleamed with a dark polish and was clearly made from an expensive

sandalwood.

Anya took a deep breath. Then, she gathered her courage and knocked. “Good evening, Mr. Welton. I’m a designer from JK Couture. Our managing director has a file for you. I’ll have it placed at the door.”

The young woman rushed through the string of words and sat the file on the ground lightly. She was going to leave the file there and get out of

the place right now.

Evan’s personal assistant, Hayden, suddenly appeared behind Anya. He walked up to her. “Hi, can I help you? Are you looking for someone?”

Anya coughed awkwardly. “I’m from JK Couture. My managing director told me to deliver our proposals for the latter half of the year to Mr. Welton for his review.”

Hayden nodded and smiled at her. “Sure. Where’s the proposal?”

Anya fell silent. She had just dumped the file in front of Evan’s office.

“Let me get it for you,” Anya said in a rush of words before racing back to the door. She picked the file up, ready to hand it to Hayden. The personal assistant eyed the file in Anya’s hands for a moment before taking it. “I think you should come in with me. Mr. Welton might have some comments on the proposal. He’ll need you to pass those comments on to your managing director.”

Anya froze instantly. She would rather die than step inside that office.

The sudden heaviness she felt in her breasts just made things a whole lot worse.

The gods must find this hilarious.

She couldn’t believe this. Somehow, her breasts had decided that this was a good time to swell suddenly with milk. Right before she was about to meet Evan.

It was too late. Hayden had knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Anya wanted to run away. But that was out of the question, especially if she wanted to keep her job at JK Couture. She could just walk away and spend time finding another job instead of talking to Evan. But she couldn’t just walk away. She had a family to take care of. She needed money for that.

She plucked up some courage and stepped into the office.

As soon as she entered the office, the man seated behind the desk looked up from his work and stared at her. The look in his eyes darkened instantly.

“Mr. Welton, a designer from JK Couture is here with the company’s plans for the second half of the year. Please take a look at their proposal,” Hayden said before presenting Evan with the file.

Evan pulled his eyes away from Anya and turned towards Hayden. “I’ll speak to her about JK Couture’s plans alone. You can leave us now.”

“Yes, Mr. Welton,” Hayden said before stepping out of the room and pulling the door shut behind him.

The door slid to a shut softly. Evan flung the file onto his desk forcefully. His eyes shot up and stared straight at Anya. “Is this another excuse to see me again?” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Why is your blouse wet? Another trick up your sleeve?” Evan had caught the wet stains on Anya’s chest. He thought she had done that on purpose. He had no idea that Anya’s breasts were swollen with milk and that was the reason why her blouse had gotten wet.

Anya had been shocked by the man’s blunt questions. However, she expected it. She knew that he would come to those conclusions. He was convinced that she was out to seduce him and that she had planned their every encounter. He couldn’t be more wrong. She had done no such thing.