Powerful People


“Synonymous with Corruption, Dominance, Control. The naïve want the power to change nations, the cynical want power for selfish gains. But I want it in the name of Revenge.”

Iris Adaline is dauntless.

When she is assigned to write her first story on Aiden Anderson, it ignites a flame in her that will only be extinguished after seeing every part of his empire collapse. She had the perfect plan. Gain his trust, expose his secrets, then see him fall.

Aiden Anderson liked control.

When he first laid his eyes on Iris Adaline, he knew exactly who she was. He knew her intentions, he knew her drive, and he knew the danger. But he couldn’t keep away. He was adamant on seeing her on her knees, begging for mercy, and begging for him.

Sparks fly when two determined forces collide in a battle of power, control, and desire.


13. The First Day

My nude high heels clashed against the marble flooring in Anderson Enterprises. The building was the same as the first time when I interviewed him, but today was instilled an air of hesitance. I was here for contrary goals. To somehow cripple him from the inside while still pushing for a deal.  

Taking deep breaths, I take the elevator past the c-suite department executives and to the top floor; Aiden’s office.

    He stood with a look of contemplation in high-rise Manhattan room. His blue eyes were focused on a monitor in front of him, which periodically flashed green showing his stock index on the NYSE. Aiden was surrounded by male associates two times his age, all hounding for the young exec’s precious attention.

    But he didn’t seem focused. He shifted in his navy suit and often adjusted his collar. I cleared my throat and caused a seeping silence in the room.

    It could have just been wishful thinking but his eyes seemed to light-up upon seeing me. He hastily pushed through his associates but only to professionally shake my hand, nothing more. I hesitated when he tried to pull me into the conversation towards his now impatient employees. These men were more skilled, more trained, and more cunning than I’d ever think possible.

    “This is Iris Adaline, she will be the new project manager in regards to international ventures.” Aiden gently shoved me into the center of attention. He kept his distance, and became disappointedly respectful in a public setting.

But a bit of me wanted nothing more than for his lips to come crashing into mine.

“We will speak tomorrow. I need to show her around today.” Aiden sent everyone away with a look of unwavering dominance in his eyes. The other representatives shot me scowls, as if I had no right to be speaking alone with him, and as if they knew what would happen behind closed doors.

Although I tried to deny it we all knew they were right in that I had no place here.

But I wasn’t left alone with my thoughts for long. As soon as the last associate exited the doors Aiden pinned me down against his mahogany desk.


    A smirk played on his mouth. He observed me with his daunting gaze as I struggled in vain to escape his grasp. But the predator always wins.

    He arched my back towards him and trailed his finger down to my inner thigh, instigating a small moan filling my lips. Aiden grabbed me hungrily and planted kisses down my neck, he pulled, completing us into one dangerous puzzle.

    “We can continue this at eight,” he whispers breathlessly between passion, “I have a business meeting in five minutes. But I want something to remind me of you until then.”

    I raise an eyebrow at his mischievous face.

    “Give me your underwear now.”

    “Aiden I can’t just…” I begin. But before I could react his hand grazes me, and in one swift move he pulls it out. He looks at me superfluous with satisfaction.

    “Red lace?” He smirks, “you know that red is my favorite color.”


    The rest of the day I wouldn’t focus on anything.

    His secretary showed me around the building and my new office, which had coincidentally been on the c-suite, the floor right beneath his. It was newly furnished and seemed to cost a fortune. When the executives of the various different departments saw me coming, they stared at me with disbelief.

    They must have gone mad, thinking that their ceo had hired someone so unlike them. I was young, inexperienced, and female. But nevertheless the majority of them recovered quickly. One even invited me to the daily briefings of the company.

    “...as we can see the new proposed arctic protection laws are going to prevent us from drilling there. Someone needs to go buy off the senators, and do it now.” The rather blunt statement came from a short and stocky man with no hair. “Any ideas?”

    “Why don’t we just allow these laws to go through?” I ask. Everyone once again looked at me in an appalled manner. “Drilling in the arctic is not only dangerous, it’s politically and economically unsustainable.”

    Judging by the silence no one had ever thought of the benefits of social capitalism. The only thing running through their balding heads were conjectures of profit and exploitation. But this gave me just the opportunity I needed to push for Cindermil’s deal.

“Well right now, if we evaluate the situation in the South China Sea and Crimea, it’s best to expand into Japan to stabilize the sharehold in East Asia.”

“Those are surely interesting ideas,” the stocky man objected, annoyed at being scolded by a girl his daughter’s age, “we can perhaps… process them. Meeting adjourned.”

A wave of justified anger rippled through me. I sat distastefully from my seat in the back and glared at my own reflection from the back of his shiny head. Of course, this man seemed to be the benevolent dictator of the c-suite, and I could sense he wanted to be the ceo of Anderson Enterprises.

Even if he didn’t like Aiden, he’d have to respect his final decision. And I was going to make sure that Aiden carried out my deal.


    Night came faster than expected. I was in my new office until the stars and moon shone, trying to read all that I could on expense reports and foreign policy. A sigh of frustration slipped from me each time I found a new document to dive into.

    But the plan was not working. I pestered everyone, asking if I could see a transcript of the last fiscal year’s reports for the purpose of developing a new goal. But apparently Aiden had instructed all of them that I did not need any other files then the ones he’d provided.

    Always one step ahead.

    I was just about to leave when Aiden’s secretary came through the door. “Miss Adaline, Mr. Anderson would like to see you before you leave.”

    She accompanied me to his office, encloaked now by the fabric of night. He stood tirelessly facing the large glass panels. “Thank you,” Aiden finally said in the dim light, “you may leave now. Miss Adaline and I have some last minutes expenses to look over.”


    As soon as the secretary left he pulled me into his lap.

“Remember what I said about working all night?” He chuckled, “well today is your first day.”

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