"Unbreakable Bride: Season 1 - A Strong Woman for a CEO Daddy"

She Is

"She's an exception," Tristian murmured to himself, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gazed off into space.

His reverie was interrupted by a knock on his office door. His assistant, a poised and polished young man, entered with a courteous "Good morning, sir."

Tristian responded with a brief "Good morning" as he powered on his sleek Big Apple laptop. His assistant proceeded to brief him on his schedule. "You have a meeting in five minutes, sir, and a dinner date at eight tonight."

Tristian's expression turned calm and resolute. "Cancel the date. It's no longer necessary." His assistant's eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by the sudden change in plans.

"But, sir, the young masters are scheduled to meet her tomorrow," his assistant reminded him, a hint of confusion creeping into his voice.

Tristian's smile returned, tinged with a hint of amusement. "They've already found someone for me, and she's perfect. Don't worry about it." He flipped through a yellow folder, his movements confident and assured.

His assistant nodded slowly, still looking perplexed. "O-okay, sir," he stammered before beating a hasty retreat, clearly unsure of what to make of the sudden turn of events.

Tristian exhaled a soft sigh, his expression unreadable, as he rose from his seat and strode out of his office. The hum of conversation in the meeting room fell silent as he pushed open the glass door and entered, his presence commanding attention.

"Good morning, President," the room chorused in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of respect and wariness. Tristian acknowledged their greetings with a curt nod, his eyes scanning the room with a piercing intensity.

In stark contrast to the warm and relaxed demeanor he displayed at home, Tristian's aura in the meeting room was formidable and intimidating. He exuded an air of authority, his poker face a mask that hid his thoughts and emotions. As he took his seat at the head of the table, the room seemed to hold its collective breath, awaiting his direction.

"Let's begin," he said coldly, a young lady who was sitting just on his right-hand side stood up with a folder in her hand, her office skirt was too tight and short and she had deliberately left two buttons of her shirt open showing a little bit of cleavage.

Her face was caked up in too much makeup, making Tristian cringe internally, just when he was about to say something his assistant came in and whispered something into his ears making his eyes light up ever so slightly.

"Let her in," he said to his assistant quietly which he did. The assistant opened the door widely, and seconds later a clicking of heels could be heard from the other side, and before anyone could think further the slender figure of a beautiful woman appeared in the meeting room. 

Scarlett walked towards Tristian looking at the woman with dirty brown hair with a frown between her brows.

She stood beside Tristian still looking at most of the women with furrowed brows. She wonders why most of them were dressed like whores rather than employees. 

"Hey..., are you okay?" Tristian asked looking at her worriedly, the way she was staring at his employees with furrowed brows in thought was worrying him.

"Yes," I'm fine baby," she replied absence mindedly shocking Tristian and his employees. Tristian had never felt his heart beat faster than it did at that moment when she had called him baby.

Scarlett turned to look at Tristian with a sigh. "I decided not to go to the office today, I'm tired, mentally and physically. I don't want to go home yet so I thought I could come and stay here till you close," she said gently.