Episode 9.

Chris's left eye twitched . Only Samenffa's people had the audacity to disrespect him, although Hugo was a big shark designer he(Chris) was still way bigger than him in the pyramid of wealth and popularity.

He managed to ignore the disrespect and continued speaking, "You are going to drown with their sinking ship if you don't decamp now, I am starting a new fashion company, I need a smart , talented designer like you, won't you like to be on the covers of popular magazines like you used to be?"

Hugo stared wordlessly at Chris, he was baffled by the change in the once honourable man. A man that would never stoup so low as to poaching . He blinked his eyes as his gaze became gentle.

"He hurt you really bad , huh?" He asked with a much calmer version of his ringing voice.

Chris crossed his brows in confusion. "What are you talking?"

"I don't know why Sam did all those hurtful things to you but I believe it was all for a reason, look at him now, don't you think he is suffering enough, he is not himself , neither are you, please Chris, don't be the villain. " Hugo tried to cajole him.

" **Shut Your mouth!** " Chris yelled with his fists slamming on the desk. His eyes were red with anger. The snake-like formally invisible veins on his neck throbbed as he rose halfway, his index pointing at the designer.

"I invited you here to save your sorry ass but if you don't want the offer, **get out of my office!**" He pointed at the door at the far end.

Hugo didn't waste time to rise this time. He was unshaken by Chris's terrifying face. He gazed in Chris's eyes. "I am sorry for all Samenffa did to but I will rather live under a bridge than betray him," he said and made his way to the door.

Pharrell was already close as if he was refusing to leave. Hugo scoffed at the assistant and walked past him without uttering a word. He couldn't waste his saliva on Chris's lapdog.

Joining Chris was never an option , Samenffa had done things that even his blood relatives couldn't. He can lay down his life for Samenffa if the need arises, it was the only reason he stayed with the Powers fashion company in this trying time even after Isabella, the oldest daughter of the family ridiculed him by releasing his specially designed fashion line that was made with cheap fabric.

As the automatic brown , fireproofed door opened, he heard Chris warned, "if you walk out that door, I will make sure you never rise from the gutters you are in now. "

Hugo chuckled mirthlessly." You have no idea what is coming, do you? "

He walked out without giving it a second or turning back."Hugo Matadi is everything but a traitor, good redence, Christopher Anders. "

Although he was out of sight, his last words reached the ears of both Chris and Pharrell. The smart assistant squinted his eyes as he proceeded the man's words while his boss was fuming.

"Clear my schedule for the next hour, I don't wish see anyon—"

" Baby! "A bell voice interrupted Chris before he could complete his sentence. Looking towards the direction the 'noise' came from, his frown quickly turned to a grimace.

"What are you doing here, Nadia? " He asked unhappily.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

Nadia's pink Jimmy Choo's Gènavant Diamond-Encrusted high Heels disturbed the peace of the office as she cat walked to the president's desk. If it didn't , the 4.3 Million Msh she spent on it would be all for nothing. Technically, it was bought by Chris but people didn't know that.

Poor Pharrell was standing in the way of the dazzling actress was brutally pushed aside. Thankfully his stamina as a man helped him not to fall flat on the ground but he staggered.

Nadia's red painted narrow lips parted , revealing her flawless dentition showed. "Keep your eyes away from what belongs to your boss," she said to Pharrell.

The assistant glared at the back of her flowing, curly red hair. 'You wish I had my eyes on you , you viper!' He cursed her in his heart.

Feeling that he was not needed, Pharrell excused himself before would be forced to see something gutwretching.

Nadia who was swaying her hips towards Chris slowed down when she saw his grimace. Her throat bobbled as she swallowed. She cautiously approached him but instead of turning his presidencial chair to seat on his laps she sat on the edge of his table.

"Baby why are you mad, is it that whore again? We will make him pay so I promise!" She smiled brightly.

Chris's eyes scanned her her from top to bottom. 'What a waste of specimen, so beautiful yet so dumb, 'he thought.

Nadia was indeed a beauty that got heads turning, she was tall like a super model, had straight long legs that were always oiled, well kept hair like a person that spends more time in a salon than her house , she and Platt had a striking resemblance although they were not identical. She was an actress and thanks to Chris and her smoking body,she was a big shot.

Her eyes sparkled in admiration as she waited Chris to respond like he was an idol.

"Get off my table," he ordered.

Nadia jerked up in fear but quickly regained composure. She bent over, leaning towards Chris, her right hand wedge beside Chris's head and the other above his the part his arm was sitting. Her head was now on spar with his. The sweet scent of coffee entered Chris's lungs, he liked it but disliked the person it was coming from. His eyes entered an unblinking form that sent shivers down Nadia's spine.

It took a lot of courage to continue her mission. Her burnt orange eyes leisurely found his narrowed, thin , pink lips, she subconsciously bit her lower lip as her body began to heat up from mere gazing at this Greek god.

"Back off."