Chapter 5 New Self

Several miles away, a man dressed in a three piece suit cowered as he struggled to lift his eyes to his boss.

"What is it, Marco?" his voice sounded, his eyes still on the document in front of him.

Marco shivered.

When he saw his always immaculately dressed boss return to the car dripping wet, his heart had jumped out of his throat.

Who was the unfortunate being that had decided to die early by pouring water on his boss?

However, after asking questions repeatedly, it seemed like he would be the one to die soon, hence he shut his mouth promptly, but now, his boss was dressed in a polo!

Marco glanced at the clock, his legs shaking.

The door opened and a young man dressed in a leather jacket with jeans walked in. Despite the office being large, his long legs took it with ease and got to the table in a few strides.

"Xander," he called out.

With a lazy glance, the guy in the polo raised his head.

"Marco, you're excused." He waved in hand dismissing him.

Marco huffed. Thank God.

Xander's personal assistant had gone on a work trip and he had been upgraded from his work responsibilities to acting as both his secretary and temporary personal assistant.

Xander was not a terrible boss as he collected a temp. secretary who took on a lot of Marco's previous work responsibilities.

Marco couldn't complain as the incentives he had working for Xander as his P.A had continually increased but Xander was terrifying to work with.

Marco shook in his boots.

Mr. Xander's P.A should come back soon!

Marco did not mind leaving the incentives to get back to his work as a secretary. After all, he still got a lot of respect for being close to Xander.

Marco stepped out, closing the door firmly behind him.

"Kenward." The man called Xander acknowledged the other man standing in front of him.

"The Levill group seems to be preparing countermeasures. Michael, the second child, has been preparing the transfer of ownership papers discreetly."

"Transfer of ownership papers?"

"Yes. I believe they are preparing for the heiress' return. If they have found her, then she might pose a threat to us in the Circle." Kenward said his posture was stiff as his eyes darted towards the door before returning to Xander.

"Here is where you missed it Kenward. The Levill group was never given to Michael. If he is preparing Transfer of Ownership papers discreetly, then it's definitely not to welcome their heiress with open arms."

"I am of the opinion that we eliminate her before she poses an even bigger threat, Xander."

"We will not do that."

"Why? I am not of the opinion and I know that neither are you of the opinion that Women are delicate harmless beings."

Xander shrugged, "Tell Jackson to return to the country."

"Re --- return?" Kenward stuttered, excitement creeping on his cold face slowly.

With a drawing smirk on his face, Xander replied, "We have found the Levill group Heiress. I will introduce Grace Eleanor Koore to the Circle."

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I stretch out my arms, my brain booting informing me of my full bladder.

Pee!. It shouted

Groaning at the satisfying pops of my finger joints, I head on to the adjoining bathroom to relieve myself.

After relieving myself, I walk with one eye shut to the mirror on top of the bath shelves.

My mess of black hair tumbled down to mid back and baby blue eyes stared back at me.

Indeed. It was my very self, however the light and vigor in my eyes was something I had not been accustomed to for a while now.

The ones I surrounded myself with, really did one on me.

Prior to my rebirth, I was never a morning person, baring my teeth and biting anyone who approached me in the early hours of, however for the past one week, I had worked on transforming into a ray of sunshine in the mornings.

Uhn?

Ok, maybe a rain of sunshine was pushing it, however my two fingers up, I was trying out discipline, because I would be needing it.

'Today's going to be a good day.'

Running my eyes down the post-it notes stuck on the upper right side of the mirror, I scowl.

'The motivation talks can go to ..., for all I care today.' Scrapping it into the dustbin, I refuse to think on how many minutes it took me to create them, - well really, copy from the internet – and begin my morning routine of washing my face and taking my bath.

Face wash, ...I step out of the bathroom and open my closet, staring at the type of clothes that was arranged there and scrunched up my nose.

The room I had given up for the whiny Stephanie had a walk-in closet and a larger bath, but my previous self was willing to do anything, too thankful to be loved.

'How gullible I was.'

'I should change outfits as soon as I can.' I muse, my hands stretching forward to pick out a plain white tee and boyfriend jeans.

Closing the closet door, I dump the clothes on the closest chair and arrange my bed.

Eyeing the duvet, I pull it off in a moment of annoyance.

Caroline had brought this back claiming to have purchased it and then I had accepted it gladly as a token of her affection.

I quickly pull on the clothes I had placed on the chair and walk out of the room, dragging my large purse containing my newly collected credit and debit cards with me. My school documents were also folded neatly and placed into the purse.

Turning into the kitchen, I notice the chef preparing for the day.

I rap my knuckles on the platform in the middle of the kitchen to get his attention because I don't know his name despite his working for us for a while now.

"Go-good morning, Miss Grace." He raises an eyebrow at me in surprise.

"Koore." I correct.

"Sorry?"

"There is only one Miss Koore in this house, however I assume you know that, Chef...?" I raise an eyebrow back at his face feeling satisfied with his face going meek.

"Yes, Miss Koore." His face takes on a different look as he replies quickly.

Satisfied with his reaction, I smirk in glee, "Can you make me a sandwich to-go please? Right now."

I run my fingers over the zip of my purse, thinking about the previous week.

No-one said how tough it was moving your funds from one account to another. I had always thought having money could do all things, however, it seemed that even money had to pass through certain protocols.

The bank account I had been managing since I was little and given my Father opened it, the details of the transactions on the account would go to him.

In my past life, I never bothered to change it, just leaving it, until the point of my engagement, which if I'm to look into it, is to happen in a few months.

Now, it is a different story, as I had that tackled the previous week. The bank probably informed him of payments being made out of the bank, but I guess he didn't bother, since I was a big spender whenever it came to shopping with Lailah and Stephanie, always paying for their purchases as well.