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We have a Child, Mr. Ceo

Two Business owners with a past finally meet again. Meet Kathy, a simple girl with a traumatizing childhood. She was the eldest and possibly did all the impossible things just to keep her and her brother alive. She was a penniless girl with a dream, she thrive until she finally reached the high civilization and own a Manufacturing company thanks to her best friend Alice. It was just a simple day at the office when someone familiar appeared in front of her face and it took all of her courage away. Just by the look of his face, all the unhappy memories flashed like lightning in her mind: Her traumatizing past, their past together, Her abusive parents and the most especial part was their son. Which he didn't know that it existed. Faith must be playing with them for they joined together and became business partners and with a little twist, Kathy became his secretary for the main time to repay her debts with Mr. Bonneville but being the secretary was not her only job, she was also the observant and the assistant and they were focusing on killing the company of their Enemy. Will it be destiny's time to fix their broken cord and give them the closure that they need? or leave it like nothing happened between them.

ColdHearted_Dark · Urban
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157 Chs

Chapter 83 - Cleaning

Kathy's Pov

-Flashback-

(Continuation)

I sat in front of Mr. Summers, he was very decent. He dressed so well for his age and I can't stop looking at him because this was my second time exploring a good man with good intentions.

"Is there a problem Dear, Kathy?" Says Mr. Summers making me look down on my salad, "Is there something bothering you?" He asked worryingly.

I shook my head immediately. "No, Mr. Summers, It's just that I like the way you dressed for your age." I said making him smiled, showing his pearly teeth. "I'm sorry if you find thay awkward."

Mr. Summers laughed, "Kathy, don't worry, I take that as a compliment and thank you for thinking highly of me. I'm only 75 years old who live in this city, I work as a bakery for 20 years and I've never stopped baking since. I live alone since my wife died."

I frowned and said, "Really? I'm sorry Mr. Summers."