Conflict of Interest Book 2

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Olivia Miley

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Olivia Miley

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Kapitel

💕 Romance 😌 Second Chances 🎭 Drama 🏙️ Contemporary 💪🏻 Protector 🐴 Mafia 🔫 Mafia

Chapter 1

We’re the Problem

~We’re the Problem~ is the sequel to ~Conflict of Interest~. The story takes place in 2023, three years after Kade and Ophelia’s breakup.

Summary

Kade and Ophelia were once inseparable, but that changed when Kade's gangster family made him marry someone else. Heartbroken, Ophelia stayed single, but Kade could never forget the woman he truly loved. He makes plans to get her back at any cost, but will Ophelia learn to love again—especially the man who ruined her life? Age Rating: 18+

It has been three years since Dare and Gage got married. She now has a 3-year-old boy named Theodore, and he is adorable. It’s also been three years since I broke things off with Kade.

I haven’t seen or heard from him since that day. Not that I want to or anything. I’ve got my life and my company.

I don’t need him, it’s been 3 years I should really get over him, if it were that easy. It’s not like I haven’t tried...I’ve been on dates they’ve just been...well?

***

“That’s why I would make a great lawyer, shame I didn’t get into law school. You know, I was known in school for being the most good-looking...I was the most wanted by every girl. Including the girls who liked girls, I did them too.” I rolled my eyes.

Sounds like he's in love with himself. “Not that I can blame them...I am amazing in every way. Any woman would be lucky enough to date me.” The guy goes on and on about how amazing he is.

I want to stuff this bread roll in his mouth and slam his head on the table. I also am tempted to pour this soup down his pants. All he talks about is himself. He has not asked me one question about me. I can't wait to leave.

“Please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.” I smile politely and he nods.

“Of course, but hurry back. I have to tell you about the time Rhianna called me an amazing man.” I gave another half smile before walking to the bathroom and then the exit.

***

Then there was the “I love my mama” guy. And it’s good that he loves his mom, but all he talked about were stories about him and his mom, and he calls her mother every time he references her.

***

“Mother said that I should’ve gone to the party with Greg, but I just couldn’t leave her. She can’t go to the mailbox alone; she could fall and break a hip.” He says as if it’s the most shocking thing in the world, walking to get your mail from the mailbox...how horrifying.

I slowly took a drink of my drink but quickly gulped it down and looked at the waiter and then smiled at him sweetly.

“I got my mother and I matching sweaters, look how cute that is.” he says pulling out his phone. Oh God, kill me please.

***

I tried, I just couldn’t find one that I clicked well with. There were some that were okay but I couldn’t help but compare them to him.

It’s awful, I know, but no matter what date I am on or which guy I am with, he seems to invade my thoughts and my dreams. I don’t know why I can’t seem to let him go.

On my way to work and I am stuck at a damn red light. This light takes forever, I wonder if they, like, have this on a timer because if they do... IT’S BROKEN!

I let out a large sigh and look to the heavens, muttering a quiet prayer.

“Dear God in heaven, please, I beg of you, don’t let this day suck and give me the strength to remain calm and unstressed.” I pause, muttering under my breath. I look up again to the light. “Amen.” Looking around, taking in my surroundings, but I am snapped out of my daydream or my prayer for a good day by a car horn.

I look up to see the light has turned green and I let out another breath. “I’m gonna have a good day, I’m gonna have a good day, I’m gonna have a good day,” I chant over and over, turning into my 10-story building.

I am proud of what I have made. It took some sacrifices, but in the end, it was all worth it. I walk through the glass door that is cold to the touch due to the cool February air.

2023 has been a bitch, to say the least, but not a bad bitch. I have had to work harder than I ever had, bitch. I am grateful for it though.

The empire that is Savor Santori Design has made the world rumble with excitement.

My poor workers and interns are knee-deep in orders and offers from celebrities and others.

I feel bad. I have been hiring like crazy since we’ve been so busy. I have to open another office because of all the foot traffic we’ve been getting.

I’ll have to choose a president or vice president, whatever you call it... someone to run the second office.

I can’t do both, so I’ll watch the main office and someone will help me with office number two. I had to hire a new Melanie who is also an investor. He is scheduled to come in sometime this week.

I am curious as to who it is. So far, they have been completely anonymous. He wants to come in and help, and still invest in some of my company. I will gladly welcome him aboard.

If I make him my new right hand, I can move Melanie over to the new office. She helps me plan meetings and deal with clients and helps oversee some of the new designers.

She hires the people I don’t get time to interview. I would hate to lose her, but she is the perfect fit for the position over in building 2. I have no doubt in my mind she can do it.

Walking absentmindedly through my building, greeting the people who greet me, making a beeline to my meeting room.

“Morning, boss,” Xander, one of my coders for the app and website designs.

“Xander, make sure the Fem-Bots App and website is up by this afternoon. Send the company the instruction pamphlet no later than 3 this afternoon, not 3:05, not 3:30... 3.

“I am tired of getting whiffs of complaints that the information and launches are late, that smells like a bad review. You know what happens when you get a bad review... that person tells other people who tell other people, and the last thing I need is any kind of dirt near my company. Okay?” I say, looking through my schedule and notes for the meeting.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, turning back to his computer while I greet Mel at the door.

“You have everyone in there?” I ask, and she nods, then hands me a cup of coffee. I give her a grateful look. “Thank God! I needed this!”

I say, taking a drink. “It’s been one of those days,” I say, looking at her, and she hands me the meeting itinerary along with announcements and the monitor remote.

“Let’s go,” she says.