Chapter 7 Plan B

The next few days passed by quietly, Jolene was learning to accept the fact that Mr. Sinclair would never be any more than just her boss.

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The VADE's grand party which is hosted every month in celebration of the successful publication and release of the fashion magazine's latest edition was just two weeks away. The party also served as a means of creating more awareness and an avenue for bigger and better investments. Mr. Sinclair, being the CEO of such an esteemed establishment is the only one with the right to choose who would plan and supervise the event. For this month, he chose Jolene. After seeing her dedication and doggedness in organizing the photo shoot, he knew with all certainty that she would do a better job planning the party. But someone did not agree with him, that was Kiana. She despised Jolene from the first day, this was because she knew that something happened between Mr. Sinclair and her. Someone who was at the club that night had taken a picture of Mr. Sinclair carrying Jolene in his arms. This made Kiana so jealous and vowed to make Jolene's life miserable until she decided to quit by herself. Jolene was so occupied with planning that she did not have time for herself. It was an honor to be picked to organize such an event. Celebrities from around the world were always in attendance, it is somewhat like the 'met gala' of the fashion world.

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She walked in tired after a long day of planning ranging from meeting with the caterers to picking out the design to choosing the perfect theme for the party. It was all so exhausting!! She knocked on his office door.

"Come in, Miss Moore". Came Mr. Sinclair's voice from inside his office. She lazily pushed the heavy door open, almost staggered to his desk, and stood still...almost. Mr. Sinclair could see her state, he found it a bit funny. "Have a seat Miss Moore". He pointed to the seat across his desk.

"Thank you, Sir!" She exclaimed and crashed into the seat.

"How was your day, Miss Moore," He asked just to get a conversation going.

"It was hectic! I don't know how event planners do it, swears! Well, I made a good deal with the Sunshine caterers, they have agreed to give us a discount. Here's the receipt" She hands him a receipt which he goes through.

"Nice one Miss Moore". He complimented.

"For the color, I was thinking..."

"No" Mr. Sinclair cut her short.

"Why?" Jolene asked.

"You don't think, you decide. What is your decision, Miss Moore?" He asked firmly.

"I decided to go for oxblood and golden yellow. What do you think, Sir?"

"Hmm... Can you combine it well?"

"Yes Sir, the designers..."

"Good"

"Oh okay, Sir" She answered.

"Go have some rest, Miss Moore, tomorrow will be more hectic".

That certainly didn't make her feel any better. "Good night Mr. Sinclair". She said weakly.

"Good night Miss Moore". He said back. On her way out, she saw Kiana going in. "No wonder he is 'working late'" She mumbled to herself and rolled her eyes, a little sad.

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After rounds of hot and violent sex, Kiana sat on Mr. Sinclair's desk breathing heavily, still trying to regain her senses that got lost while he fucked her silly. She fixed her hair and makeup while searching for one of her red heels that she kicked off in the heat of the moment.

"Get off my desk!" He ordered, fixing up his shirt.

She obeyed him like a good girl and adjusted her skimpy white skirt that left very little to the imagination. Her top was another story entirely, it had become rumpled with a few missing buttons and a stain on the white fabric. The upper part of her boobs popped out ridiculously from her black bra. "Craig, baby" She went to kiss him on the lips.

"Goodnight". He stated, not looking her in the face like she didn't exist. He opened the laptop and continued his work.

"You're no fun Craig, so uptight. You didn't even notice that I got my boobs done". She said in a pitchy voice to sound more appealing, but it almost broke his eardrums.

"I noticed, that's why I did not bother touching them". He kept his gaze on his laptop instead of her face.

She smiled at his words. "Really? Well, you would love them, feel them a little". She picked up his hand to feel her boobs but he quickly withdrew his hand, angry at the contact.

"Leave" He ordered.

"Before I go, I want to ask you something" She said. But he did not reply. "Out of all your employees, the ones who have worked here diligently for years, why did you have to choose that plain, ugly girl? She's not even exposed, she'll ruin everything and you know how important the party is to VADE magazine.

He looked at her for the first time since their activity. "How does what happens in my company concern you?" He asked, anger evident in his voice.

"I'm just saying, she's not worth it. There are better people you should have awarded the honor, not her..."

"Good night". He said again and went back to what he was doing before.

"Fine!" She stormed out and made her way downstairs to her car. As usual, she ignored the security guards at the exit as if they weren't human. She sat in her red Lamborghini. Her plan of convincing him to take Jolene down was a total disaster. Now, all that's left is plan B: Sabotage. "I will make sure you get shamed in front of the whole world, Jolene Moore". She said out loud before driving off into the night.