The Dragon Lady

Qalif Loward is a man filled with good manners and dark secrets. His charm laid on his gentle features and green warm eyes. He was the kind man you would not expect to work under the most ruthless, powerful, and fiercest business woman in the industry. He was the man who stood behind Merrylia Selene Desilvia, the woman who hacked her way to the top with her terrifyingly intelligent mind, manipulative ways, and bold braveness. She dominated with an iron fist, making men and women alike quake before her dark eyes. Step by step she is making her way to her rightful throne while a waging war surfaced before him and her. They both had their secrets, and its bound to catch up with them.
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Merrylia Selene Desilvia is the epitome of intimidation. She was richest and most powerful young billionaire who conquered the business world by storm. Her past is a mystery and so is her enemies. Trust is a rotten meat on her tongue, a word she would not apply to anyone as she fought her way to the top, not even to the gentleman who calls himself a secretary.

Qalif Loward is an open soul with a closed past. Behind his gentleness is a dark memory he tries his best to hide, even when it's catching up to him as he devotes himself to his work as a secretary; a seemingly harmless job. Qalif is about to realize that the world of trade doesn't limit itself in the four corners of the office. There is more to business than files and lunch meetings, and he might just end up being the nightmare he had once been and worked so hard to avoid.


"We both have a dark past, mine just started even before I was born."
                                     - Qalif Loward

The Dragon Lady

The whole building buzzed as Merrylia's men thoroughly searched the whole place. Merrylia's face was as hard as ever and anyone who made the mistake to stop working and throw a glance at her got pierced by her hotter than hell gaze. Fred's titanic form darted stealthily among the columns, touching and searching the furniture sets expertly. 


I stood steadily, deep in thought. Jake had been my friend even before my mother died, yet trusting him blindly is not a risk I'm willing to take, especially because his intentions are unclear for me. 


I could conjure up a wild guess on why they were spying on me but if Merrylia was included, I will be at loss. Jake or his family had no reason to spy on her, Merrylia paid handsomely for all that was delivered and they were not, in any way, a business rival. Despite that, small broken surveillance camera started to pile on Merrylia's desk and she grew more grim every time one of his men went over to her desk. 


24. Transition