Chapter 13: Cossette POV – First Day Fireworks
After our little infiltration adventure — and Betha's Oscar-worthy pillow-birth performance — I was technically late for my first day at Tasty.
But really… who cared?
I didn't come here to be punctual. I came to make a statement.
I stepped out of the car wearing a light blue fitted dress that hugged my body just enough, flaring out slightly below my knees.
White heels. Clean girl makeup. Ginger hair sleeked down and glossy.
The moment I entered the building, whispers followed me like perfume.
Worker 1: "Isn't that Sir Thomas's wife?"
Worker 2: "She's stunning."
Worker 3: "I didn't think she'd actually show up…"
I walked like I couldn't hear a thing — but I did.
Yeah , I heard everything.
I headed straight for Frost's floor. No detours. No distractions.
Why was I heading to his office and not mine?
Because if my memory served right — and it usually did — Frost was launching a new line of canned food soon. I remembered the vague outlines from my past life. This launch would be critical… and dangerous.
And as the new CEO of Foody, I deserved to be at that table.
I reached the top floor. The secretary stood as I passed.
"Lady Cossette, your office is just—"
I raised a single hand — a gesture that meant, in the most polite language possible: Not now.
She blinked. "Ma'am, you can't go in. There's a private meeting—"
I stopped at the door, turned, and gave her a smile sweet enough to rot her teeth.
"I'm the CEO of Foody. Why would I not be concerned with a launch meeting? Kindly return to your desk."
Then I pushed the door open.
No knock. No hesitation.
Like I owned the place — because, well, I partly did.
Inside sat Frost, his manager Alvis, two unfamiliar employees… and of course, her.
Anika.
Sitting like she belonged there.
Frost's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
His voice was cold enough to keep ice frozen.
"We're in a meeting," he added. "Your office is down the hall."
I walked in slowly. Set my white bag down on the meeting table with a soft thud.
Then sat. Legs crossed. Perfect posture. Chin high.
"Well," I said, my voice light but cutting. "I believe I have more right to be here than she does."
I nodded toward Anika.
"You remember I have 30%, Frost. And what does she have? Zero."
Anika's face turned a color I could only describe as "cherry fury."
Frost said nothing for a beat. His jaw tightened. His eyes didn't blink.
Good.
Let them both stew.
Because I wasn't going anywhere.
And neither of them knew the storm I was about to become.