Evan's POV

The next day at my office I couldn't wait to see the look on Jasmine's face. I had already transferred the money for her mother's lung transplant and cleared all the outstanding medical expenses so she wouldn't have a burden on her hands.

I didn't do this for Jasmine to fall in love with me or for her to think that she owed me. I wanted to do something good, from the heart, for someone I'd been having uncontrollable feelings for. She didn't even know I was the one who paid off everything, and it would stay that way until I was ready to tell her myself.

I was at my desk, reading through emails and proposals towards the company.

A knock came on the door.

"Come in," I said.

My father walked in dressed in a sharp grey suit, briefcase in hand and adjusting his neck tie.

I threw myself back in my chair as a smirk came on my face. It was a pleasant surprise indeed.

"Aw, old man, you're looking like you've come out of retirement and are back to take away my position," I joked.

"Very funny," he said back, pulling out a chair and sitting down at my desk.

"I wasn't expecting you until after lunch." I looked at my Rolex; it was not even 9:00 am.

"Your mother has plans for us after lunch. You know your mother, she always has something for us to do. But I should have called first to let you know I'd be here earlier."

"No, it's alright. You're the original boss here. We can get started right away."

I had explained to Dad about the team I fired when I came back from the Caymans. He was rather disappointed at first, but when I explained to him that they were lazy and incompetent, he saw the need for my judgement. Today, he insisted on dropping by and hiring a new team for me; although I could do so myself. He was my father and the one who started this company. I wouldn't be sitting in this chair if it wasn't for this man. The least I could do was to allow him on, still making decisions, and trusting his advice. He was Dad and he would never steer me wrong.

I looked as he went through paper after paper. I had handed him some applications over dinner yesterday.

Another knock came on my door and a smile immediately spread across my lips. I knew it was her.

"Come," I said sternly, keeping a professional pitch because my father was here.

Jasmine walked in with all her splendid glory. She was wearing a black skirt and black women's double breasted blazer with a white long sleeve shirt. The attire looked like it was made specially for her because it was hugging her in all the right places, but she wasn't looking unprofessional. She looked beautiful. Her bright brown eyes flashed. Her hair was styled in a neat bun which complimented her face. She was really beautiful.

"SON!" I heard my father yell.

"Yeah," I answered, looking away from Jasmine and flipping through papers as if I were doing that all along.

"Did you heard what I asked you?" he asked me.

Shit! He asked me something? I didn't hear a thing!

"Yeah, I heard you. Umm... I think it's a go," I lied.copy right hot novel pub