"I love Jazzelle, Ryan." The words hung in the air like a challenge.

Ryan's surprise was palpable, but Ash continued, his voice steady. "If you're not serious about her, then leave her alone. I can give her all the happiness and love she deserves."

With that, Ash turned to leave, but Ryan's cry stopped him. "I won't give her up either! Do you think you can take her away just because you bluntly confess?"

Ash's grin was still plastered on his face as he said, "Then let's have a fair shot at winning her heart. Whoever Jazzelle chooses will be her decision."

Ryan's palm landed on Ash's shoulder, his fingers pressing into the muscle. "I won't show mercy, little brother, not when it comes to my fiancée."

Ash's grin never wavered. "And I won't back down, favorite brother or not, if it's about Jazzelle."

Ryan elves and Ash theil, one the five founders of fiv-E-agles. Fiv-E-agles is a import and export company that started with a small courier company. All the five founder of the company were silver spoon children however they wanted to establish their own startup. Sons of well known businessmen and politicians were popular enough to get in spotlight which made it a little easy for them to catch market attention. 5 years of hardwork and intelligence brought them a fortune and they became a well known on this industry. The Fiv-E-agle is not just a goods import export company but also helps artist and students to go to their dream destination for their career.

All the five members have always been on good terms with each other. They are completely different from each other in the matter of hobbies, likes-dislikes, and even majors in university but still they have always been supporting to each other.

Ash and Ryan too have never even argued before. Unlike other members who always had some small conflict between but Ash always loved Ryan a lot more. Ryan too cherished him as a younger brother.

Even now when Ash confessed that he loves Jazzelle, who is Ryan's fiancée, Ryan doesn't have envy of hatred towards him. Though he is jealous and angry as well as a little insecure because he doesn't know who does Jazzelle truly love.

February 14 2007

Today, Jazzelle is very excited because it’s the first day of her internship. She has finally made it. She can’t believe her father allowed her to come to this city and even allowed her to do the job. As the youngest and the only daughter of the household, Jazzelle is very pampered and spoiled by her parents. They wanted her to stay at home enjoy her life to its fullest but her expectations from her life were different. She wanted a struggling and busy life. Rather than being idle, she prefered working. That's why she asked her parents to let her go to another city and do an internship. The way she can explore the world and become independent.

My name is Jazzelle. I am a bachelor of Arts student. a very simple girl but not my personality.

I’m grumpy but sweet too. I have a small face and long hair. I am quite tall. Maybe 5’6. I am 20 years old girl who is good at almost everything.

Exaggerated . I like learning and I want to learn. Although I am too lazy to do continue it after learning once. Like once I learnt sewing when I was in high school. It was winter vacation and I had nothing to do so joined a sewing class. After that winter vacation, I never touched the sewing machine again. So This kind of a girl I am.

I have just completed my second year in college. And now I am here… in Denver Colorado for my internship.

It’s a very big thing for me because till now I was living a pampered and a princess’ life. If I did need something, I only needed to say it and my brothers will bring it to me. It’s very good, isn’t it? But it makes me think of myself as a puppet or a lame person who can’t do anything by herself.

I have two elder brothers who adore me a lot. My father and mother also dot on me as I am their only daughter after two sons. Before me, they had a daughter but unfortunately, that baby left the world before she could see it. Maybe this is the reason they are protective of me.

I’ve worked very, very, very hard to get here. I blackmailed my father. No, I mean I emotionally blackmailed him. And I accepted his conditions and now finally Jazzelle is here!

Let's see how my first day of office will go.

My department is HR. Since my majors are sociology and psychology I could only apply for either HR or PR.

Th manager of my department is bringing me to meet my colleagues. I am looking around and observing my surroundings. There are very few people here as it's a new company but as a start-up one, they already have pretty enough employees. All the floors are well furnished with glass flooring and the interior of the office is also quite good. the systems are also highly rated. The founders are sure silver spoon kids.

We are on the third floor. The HR department is here. Everyone is working on their desk. Although it's my first at a place like this yet I am not nervous. As a child I was always brilliant and praised and I never escaped that pampered cozy comfy zone of my village and home so being nervous or getting afraid is something I never experienced.

I grip on my backpack and walk after the manager while looking around with a foolish smile on my face.

Here we are. The manager stops and claps to get everyone's attention. Everyone glances at the manager

" Guys! This is the new intern of our department. If you need any kind of help you can find her." Says the manager.

She looks at me as she is signalling me to come forward and introduce myself. I got her. I nod my head slightly with a smile and take a step forward.

“Hello! I am Jazzelle, a new intern in this department. I’ll be your colleague. Please take care of me! I'll work hard."

With such a bright smile and cheerful voice, I indeed made a good intro of myself. Everyone seems nice here. They all greet me and welcome me warmly.

“Hello!!”

“Hey!!”

“Welcome ”

A happy welcome cheer echoes on the floor.

The Manager turns around to me and says, “ Jazzelle, here is our department head. Ryan Alves."

So finally I am going to meet my department head and one of the founders of this company. He is standing behind me. I turn around with my bright smile and say

" Hello sir i am Jaz…….." after seeing him, I am stunned. The words aren't coming out. my eyes are widened, I'm afraid they'll pop out. I am gulping but trying to put on my best smile. Wait, what is this. I think we have met before.

November 28 2006

I came to Denver for my brother’s engagement. My brother, sister in law, our cousins and I went to the amusement park. Elitch garden is one of the most popular amusement parks in Denver. This amusement park is really big. So many rides along with a waterpark and adventures thrilling rides.

I am running with all my strength. I was marching through the crowd.

It was my first time in Denver city. I live in a countryside area near Denver. Greenwood Village in Colorado. It is a beautiful rural area with around 16000 of population. We will talk about my village some other time. Right now I am running, Huffing and panting.

As I said it's my first time in Denver city. I came with her family and relatives for her brother's engagement. After the engagement party, we came to the elitch garden for some fun. I am directionally challenged. When we were at the entrance my professor called me and I stopped there. Brother said they will be in the southern part of the park. And now I don't know where the south is.

The only thing I can do now is run here and there.

“Oh no. I am late. They are going to think I am lost. Run fast Jazzelle! Run……….. aaahhhh"

. Oh no……. I bumped into someone. That person, I collided with, collided with a little girl standing in front of her. That little girl was eating ice cream and that person collided with her. His balance is quite good or else he would have fallen on her.

“I am sorry, I am very sorry.” I apologized to the man, who was on the ground and had ice cream all over his shirt. ( It’s funny, isn’t it? No Jazzelle, bad manners you shouldn’t laugh. .)

He seems angry. He stands up and starts jerking off his clothes. He looks at his shirt which is stained now. And now he is glaring at me. This death glare is enough to pierce through one. He doesn't need any knife or sword. Just this glare is enough.

“Are you blind? Don’t you have your eyes or are you a mole?”

He is scolding me badly. He is swearing at me. I don't understand what to say. I am just looking at him. my eyes were drawn to this man who stood out like a beacon. He exuded an air of power and confidence, with his tall stature and well-groomed beard. It was clear that he was someone of importance, perhaps even a CEO or other high-ranking executive. He was impeccably dressed in a sleek suit, which only added to his aura of professionalism and authority. All in all, this tall, bearded gentleman in a suit was undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with.

“Speak up. Have you lost your voice as well?” he is very furious and venting it all on me.

I seem to have lost for a time being. But I gathered myself and said,

“Sorry! I bumped into you and because of me, you got hurt and I messed up with your shirt. I apologise to you. If you want I can wash it." I am apologizing frequently but this iron tower doesn't seem to move a bit. He is just glaring at me with his red eyes. His eyes are black though but since he is angry I can even see his fangs.

We went to a cafeteria sink.

“Please give me your shirt,” I said politely.

He didn’t say anything and took off his outermost shirt.

I said in my mind “ wow, he knows how to fill a shirt”. He is very strong looking. The man in question is a towering figure, standing at least six feet tall. He has broad shoulders and a well-built body that seems to exude strength. His arms are muscular and toned, evidence of much physical work and labor in gym of course.

He is wearing a black vest that hugs his torso, accentuating his well-defined chest and abs. His face is chiseled, with a strong jawline and prominent cheekbones, though it can'tbe seen clearly because of his beard but one can imagine his features clearly. His eyes are piercing, with a hint of mischief and confidence. His hair is short, styled in a neat undercut that seems to highlight his strong facial features.

“Give it to me.” I took his shirt and started to wAsh it. But still, I stared at him from you. Above his strong shoulders was a cold and handsome face.

“It’s done. I’ve wAshed it. Again I am sorry for today…..” I didn’t even complete my word and a guy who seem to be his assistant came and said,

“Sir, your suit." He handed him the suit.

That guy just took the suit and started wearing it.

"I am sorry. I got late because of the crowd.” said the man.

“Wait. What the….. ” I was cked and very mad knowing he already has an extra suit. I started yelling at him

“ If you already have an extra suit why did you ask me to wAsh your shirt?” I said very angrily.

Buttoning his fresh shirt, he coldly said, “when did I ask you to wAsh it? YOU said you would clean it.”

Very shockingly, I said, “shouldn’t you refuse my offer to wAsh your shirt?”

“Why would I? You have dirtied it. You must clean it,” He said it without any single expression.

I am speechless after this. I sighed and glared at him.

I was going on her way and suddenly he ( the cold shout at his assistant. "

" You shouldn’t have fixed meeting with clients at such crowded place in the first place. And can’t you do work properly. The clients Haven’t reached yet do you want me to remind you to call them and ask about their whereabouts.”

He was scolding his assistant badly. And his poor Assistant was just looking at the ground and apologizing frequently.

I heard and stopped, taking steps back and following him.

I pushed on his shoulder with my palm. He turned to me. who do you think you are? Even if you are the boss and he is your employee you don’t have to shout at him like this. If he made any mistakes just ask him to fix them. How can you scold him in public... How can one tolerate such a kind of dominant and rude boss? At least I can't. If my boss is like you, I would rather resign than work under a jerk. I will never have an employer like you.

After saying this much I started to walk and then turned and said, “ respect your employees.”

Then I left to find, my friends and cousins.

That was then…..

And today…

I…am…. Gonna be his employe

I am done. On the first day of the job, I will lose this job

I am done. On the first day of the job, I will lose this jo

"Welcome to our company. I hope you will work hard." He said in a calm tone. He is looking at me like he has never seen me before.

I am staring at him and constantly blinking in disbelief What...he says. Does it mean he has forgotten? He didn't recognise me. Hurrayy......

"Jazzelle, answer your superior." The manager is speaking.

"Aahhh!!! Yes superior. I will work hard."

Now that he doesn't know me I mean he has forgotten me. I'll also pretend not to know him!

So this is my desk. I have always wanted this. Aahhh it feels so good. The computer, paperweight this sticky notes pad..... and my favorite bookmark pins... Such a neat and clean table. I have a computer at me as well but this professional system... makes me feel Jazzelle is going to be an employee. The desk is typically designed to accommodate various accessories such as computer screens, keyboards, printers, phones, and files. The top of the desk is made of durable and sturdy materials like glass, wood, or metal, and can be smooth or textured. The desk is usually supported by four legs or a combination of legs and other supports.

Drawers, shelves, and cabinets are often added to the desk underneath the work surface to provide storage for books, files, and other office supplies. The desk also has a chair to provide seating for the user.

All my colleagues are already busy, in there... someone is typing, someone is writing... some are running here and there with piles of files... I think I can see how my future is going to be But I am kind of very glad.

Let's start the work. I need to rewrite this report. Let's do it.

Time does run fast when you have a lot to do. I couldn't even finish typing this report given by the manager and it's already one and half hours.

One of my colleagues Jennie approached me with a bunch of files and put them on my desk. I look up. She is smirking without any reason.

"Jazzelle, send this working time report to the department head." She orders. Relooking putting my best smile on to avoid getting angry but how can she order me around. Okay fine I'm an intern and her junior, but it doesn't mean she can order me like that right?

Anyway, forget it. But is she asking me to go to that iron tower?

I was lost for a time being. But I know I should not think too much.

So I said,

" Okay, I'll do it." I just smiled and took that bunch of files.

Going to his office. The area isn't very big. He can see through the glass window. Even we can see inside his office. Just a few steps And here we are.

Knock!! Knock!! I knock on the door which is already opened.

"Come in." He says.

"Sir, here is the working time report." I entered the office and tell the reason for her coming.

"put it on the desk." passionless face and without even looking at me, he says. He is working on his computer.

"Hmmm Sir, I've put it. I'll go now."

Jazzelle puts the file on Ryan's desk and Turns around to leave.

"Wait." Calls Ryan.

" Yes, sir? Do you need something?" Jazzelle turns to Ryan and says.

Ryan has no facial expression.

" Your resignation letter." Says Ryan without looking at Jazzelle. He continues signing the papers on his desk.