Desires Die Hard

Chapter 18

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.

had no choice. She tightened her fingers around

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

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

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

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

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

stood in front of the door. It gleamed with

sandalwood.

evening, Mr. Welton. I’m a designer from JK Couture. Our managing director has a file for you. I’ll have

sat the file on the ground lightly. She was going to leave the file there

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place right now.

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

deliver our proposals for the latter half of the year to Mr. Welton for his review.”

smiled at her. “Sure. Where’s the

silent. She had just dumped the file in

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

would rather die than step

heaviness she felt in her breasts just made things a whole lot

find this hilarious.

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.