Chapter 2: My Joy Giver

Chapter 2: My Joy Giver

Yvonne

"It is all my fault," I heard my grandfather say. I looked at him and he looked tired. The happiness from a while ago had long gone from his eyes and was replaced with regret.

"It is not your fault, grandpa." I said and stood up from the bed.

I went towards him and hugged him, he sobbed and this was the first time I had seen him cry since my grandmother died. He was a strong man, yet today he was shedding tears like a little child.

"You always wanted the best for me and you never forced me to do anything. It was never your fault, just wanted me to be happy. It is just that not everything goes as planned, sometimes fate has other plans for us." I looked up at him, wiping his tears and kissing his cheek.

"I love you grandfather, please don't blame yourself. I don't regret anything that happened because it gave me the most precious blessing in the form of my son." I smiled at him and another batch of fresh tears fell from his eyes before he hugged me and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you so much Choo-choo. I love you both." He finally smiled at me.

"But we can't leave you here alone, my dear. What about your son? It will worry me to think that you are in this country all alone." My mother said worriedly.

"Don't worry Mrs. Becket, I will stay here with Yvonne. Our company is working on a project in Australia and it will be a while before I return home." Samuel said to my mother, looking at my father and seeking his permission.

"It is decided then, since Samuel will be by your side, we won't worry too much about how you are doing. And of course, I will make sure to bring your mother and grandfather often to meet you and my grandson." My father said.

My parents and grandfather stayed with us in Australia for four months before returning back to my home country. I decided not to join our family business for a while and just do a simple job for a change. Of course, my father was against it until grandfather intervened and talked to his old friend in Australia, Mr. Edet Hamilton to ensure my safety and only then did my father agree.

I was sitting in the waiting areas of Hamilton Tower along with other candidates. I looked at the young woman sitting in front of me, wearing a tight blouse with a short skirt that barely covered her hips. She had a ton of makeup on her face and continuously applied more while staring at the mirror in her hand. I glanced at the other girls, wearing the same revealing outfit with a seductive smile on her face.

Then I looked at my appearance, wearing a normal office shirt and dress pants with a coat on top and very light makeup. Did I really have to dress like this for an office interview?

"Miss Yvonne Beckett, you may go in." The receptionist called my name, bringing me out of my reverie.

I stood up and smiled at her before entering the Managing Director's office. The room was luxurious yet elegant, the walks were light gray and white while a large window offered a view of the city. A dark shadow stood by the window, staring outside. I observed the man with his back turned to me, emanating an intimidating and powerful aura.

"Have a seat, Miss Beckett." He said authoritatively.

He turned around and walked back to his desk, his expression cold. And as I looked at him, I noticed his handsome features, pointed with hazel eyes and slightly wet hair neatly styled with gel. A smirk briefly appeared on his face, accompanied by a flicker of amusement in his eyes but it vanished quickly and was replaced by his usual cold demeanor.

I furrowed my brows, trying to decipher why he seemed amused and suddenly it struck me that I must have looked like a teenager staring at him with my mouth wide open in curiosity. I mentally scolded myself, feeling embarrassed. But that was something familiar about him, it was as if I had seen his face before. Shaking off my thoughts, I quickly thanked him and confidently took a seat opposite him.

"I hope you have understand that our company doesn't hire based on personal reference." He said, referring to our grandfather's friendship.

I had advised my grandfather not to ask him for a job but he insisted, claiming it would put his mind at ease if I worked for someone he knew. Now this cold man in front of me has a negative impression of me.

"I am aware of that, sir and I assure you that I am confident in my capabilities." I replied professionally.

"Miss Beckett, you have impressive qualifications, you graduate with first class and not to mention your family business. So why do you want to work here as an executive assistant when you could apply for any executive position given your achievement?" He asked, his eyes boring into mine.

"Thank you sir, I really appreciate your acknowledgement of my achievements. But the reason I wish to join as executive assistant is to gain a different work experience and learn various things that I wouldn't be able to learn while working at my father's company." I said politely to him.

"As you may be aware, I have a five-year gap in my resume due to personal reasons. That is why I don't want to jump straight into an executive position and I believe in working my way up by gaining experience as an executive assistant." I added.

"The only thing I ask for you, Miss Beckett is to be punctual and excel at your job. I am quite difficult to work with so the only way you can survive here is by working hard and not disappointing me." He stated, his gaze fixed on mine.

"I will do my best and never let you down, sir." I said, offering him a sincere smile. He stared at me without blinking for a few seconds before clearing his throat and nodded.

"Very well then , you can start from tomorrow. Please meet with Mrs. Quinn, the receptionist and she will explain your job description." He instructed.

I expressed my gratitude and exited his office, noticing that the other candidates had already left. Mrs. Quinn congratulated me on the job and kindly explained my job description. She was a friendly lady in her early forties.

And from that day forward, I began working for Alexander Hamilton. True to his words, he proved to be challenging to work with. He never accepted no for an answer, whether it was related to a business deal or his personal life. He worked relentlessly, even on weekends and on several occasions when I went to the office, I realized he had stayed overnight, working without returning home.

For Alexander Hamilton, there were only two things he truly cherished, his mother and his grandfather who were his sole family members and his company. The man was truly married to his work.

Present

To think of it, this was the first time Mr. Alexander Hamilton displayed signs of disorientation and confusion. He was typically sharp and never forgot things. Poor guy, he must be incredibly exhausted to the point of forgetfulness. I smiled, thinking he was the most workaholics person I had ever known in my life.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in my head and my smile faded immediately. I refused to think of that jerk, I refused to think of that excuse of a man. I refused to think of Nathan Kelvin.

Shaking my thoughts away, I started the engine of my car and drove towards my home to meet my joy giver.