Taming Mr Arrogant

m to come early, they seemed to have defied his request. The meeting meant everything to him, and it was the only thing standing between him and becoming the largest tech company in

curiosity in his voice. "It tears the mind can't tell, it pains the heart can't share, anger wrapped up in deceit, it's more to beat the scalding pain of hate," Nathan recited, clearly flummoxed. "And we only have just a week." Brixlee was stunned. Was this some kind of joke? After all their hard work preparing the presentation, Jessica Torres had decided to throw a riddle at them? It felt like an insult to their efforts. "Easy, let's use a search engine," Tyler suggested, bringing out his phone. He scrolled for a few minutes before finally dropping it on the table in frustration. "Nothing! There's nothing about this riddle on the internet." Brixlee proposed, "How about we make an announcement to the staff? We could offer a reward to anyone who can solve the riddle." Nathan frowned, foreseeing potential problems: "We can't be sure that they're not merely making up answers for the reward." "We'll have to figure it out ourselves," Tyler suggested. "I know some people who might be able to help with this." "That's great!" Nathan exclaimed. "Can you drop Brixlee off at the Heelshires' to collect some files on your way?" *** Xavier Torres, the CEO of one of the largest modeling agencies in Texas, sat in his spacious yet humble office delving into files for the recruitment of new models. His annual special summer fashion show was on the horizon, and he was in search of new faces to grace the runway this year. Talia Mendez, who had always been the face of the show, had already been featured for many years, and it was time to choose new talent for his display. The files on the desk contained the profiles of many beautiful models, but none seemed to catch his attention. Xavier sighed in frustration, feeling disheartened at the thought of not discovering the perfect models for his show. Suddenly, the knock on his door ceased his thoughts. He knew precisely who it was. "Come in," Xavier said, trying to hide his annoyance. Talia entered the room, and her cheerful demeanor piqued his interest. "Hi, Talia," he responded with a lack of enthusiasm. Talia took a seat and cleared her throat. "So, I came to talk about my contract," she said calmly. "It's ending next month, right?" "Not exactly, but yes," Xavier said. "If the annual fashion show goes really well, I'll think about renewing my contract. Let's make this work," Talia said, extending her hand to shake on it. Xavier felt the guilt weighing on him as he took her hand. Although he knew that Talia was only trying to hash out a business deal, he couldn't help but feel remorseful for what he was about to do. "That sounds like a good plan. Let's make it work," he said unenthusiastically. Talia beamed, clearly satisfied with their conversation. "That's all I wanted to hear," she said, standing up to leave. As she walked out of the office, Xavier's anxiety increased. He knew that Talia wasn't going to be thrilled if she discovered that she would be replaced in his show. However, he had to do what he thought was best for his agency. Suddenly, his phone beeped with a reminder that he had an appointment at the Heelshires' residence. This weekly visit was something he always looked forward to since Mrs. Heelshires was an old woman who resided alone. Her son, who also happened to be Xavier's childhood friend, had moved abroad and left her to live without any company. He grabbed his car keys and left for his appointment. *** The car came to a stop in front of the Heelshires' residence. Brixlee stepped out, while Tyler left with a smirk. As she approached the door, a handsome, blonde guy with an athlete's build answered. Though he was sweaty, he still looked alluring. "Hey...Hi," Brixlee stammered. He stared at her for a