I could not believe what Ivor had said.
“No way. I mean…”, I panicked, trying to resolve this terrible situation.
So far, I really regretted what I had done. That was an expensive price.
But Ivor didn’t give in to me, he looked at me with stern eyes.
Ivor said, “You can write your resignation this morning, I’ll sign it for you right away.”
Then he focused on his work.
I couldn’t believe Ivor would be so heartless, and I realized I was so reckless and confident in thinking that he would forgive me after all, just because I was his assistant who worked with him for five years.
I had to admit bitterly, Ivor might have an assistant who was more professional than me, but I could not find another person I could love as passionately as I loved him.
He certainly knew that, too, and he did so. He was going to fire me and found a new assistant.
I felt pain.
Ivor, you were so heartless.
But my reason reminded me I had no right to suffer or regret. Because from the beginning, I knew the price to pay for her blind love for Ivor, but I still defied.
Pain and self-blame tore my mind. I could fall at any moment.
“What else do you need to report? Hurry, don’t waste my time. If you want to hand over the job, then meet Romeo, he’ll know what to do,” Ivor said when he saw I was still not coming out of his office.
“Ivor, do you really want to fire me?” I said in a choked voice.
Ivor still focused on his work. He said, “Yes, I don’t need an unprofessional assistant.”
“But I don’t want to be fired by you,” I said. My eyes welled up with tears.
I thought it was the last time I’d seen him, so I allowed myself to express my true feelings.
Ivor put his pen down on the table. I watched his movements and realized it was his favorite pen. I had one too, and I spent an entire month of my salary just buying a pen that looked like his.
He rubbed his forehead and said, “Lia, don’t be so childish. You need to take responsibility for what you’ve done. I don’t have time to waste with you.”
My tears rolled.
“How could you be so heartless? Why was I so stupid? Why did I love you? Why would I fall in love with someone like you?” I said in tears.
Ivor was still looking at me. There were not so many expressions other than seriousness on his face. Because he always knew how to control his true feelings.
I wondered how he had felt when he heard what I had just said. Maybe he would be surprised? Or would my love for him disgust him?
“What? What did you just say?” Ivor asked me.
“Ivor, I love you,” I said, expressing my love that I had never dared to tell him before.
Ivor laughed a sarcastic smile. He said, “So that’s why? Love makes you not concentrate on working professionally. Right? That’s why I always don’t want to hire someone who loves his or her boss.”
“Ivor, you’ve been in love with me for a long time,” I said.
But Ivor punched the table hard.
“Enough, Lia, you can stop,” Ivor said angrily.
I was scared.
But his actions also kept me awake, and then I realized I was really provoking him.
I clenched my neckline, my legs were trembling. I did not dare look at Ivor, bowed my head, and waited for his verdict.
“Lia, I have always believed that you were qualified to be my assistant. But you had let me down. You don’t need to come to the company within a month,” Ivor said.
“But,” I was surprised. Ivor didn’t fire me? Even if I loved him, wouldn’t he fire me?
“Within a month, make your shallow low for me disappear. Lia, it’s your last chance.”
So was that so? Did Ivor finally see my love for him as a childish feeling?
“Lia, I’ll never love you,” he said.
I suffered the pain, but I choose to do things rationally. This was my only chance, I did not want to repeat my mistake again.
I took my sad mood with me and walked out of Asher’s office. Coco brought me a glass of cold orange juice, my favorite drink.
“Thank you, Coco,” I got the glass from her, wondering if she had found out.
Either way, I still felt comforted.
“You’re welcome. Would you like to go somewhere tonight?” Coco asked. “It’s just you and me.”
I was going to say no, but I suddenly thought maybe alcohol would get me through the pain, so I said yes.
“Go to the club, okay?” I asked.
“Of course, drink a lot and take out all the sadness,” Coco laughed and said.
I nodded, went into my office, drank all the orange juice, then packed my things and left the company.
Coming home, I just texted Coco, promised her the time and place we met.
We agreed that she would come to get me in the evening, after she had finished her work.
I went to bed right after that because I wasn’t in the mood for anything.
On that evening at the club, I did not stop drinking from bottle to bottle.
The loud music overwhelmed my cry sound, and I could comfortably scream to relieve my sorrow.
When I was a little drunk, I hugged Coco and said, “Coco, I need a psychologist, I don’t want to endure this pain anymore, Coco, find me a psychologist…”
And Coco had to have tried so hard to keep me from falling off the couch. After I was drunk, I couldn’t remember anything.
The next morning, I woke up in my beloved bed.
Last night’s hangover headache stunned me. I looked at the clock and panicked when I realized I was late for work. I hurriedly prepared to go to work, but as soon as I walked out of the house and locked the door, I remembered that Ivor had given me a month off from work because of my lack of professionalism.
I unlocked the door, threw the expensive handbag on the table in the living room and dropped myself off the sofa, and slept to make the headache go away.
I wake up in the evening, ordering dinner from a diner that I like. I ate and watched the boring financial news that I always watched every day. And then I realized that watching the daily financial news was a superfluous thing, because my job had nothing to do with finance, even though it was my major when I was a student.
After dinner, I brushed my teeth and continued to sleep.
For a week, I just laid on my sofa or my bed, watching boring movies, eating and sleeping.
By the eighth day of this unwilling holiday, I felt I needed to change myself.
I started by recording what had happened and realized how frantically I was running after Ivor.
I saw I had done like a stalker.
It was so stupid. I did not want to repeat that again.
I recorded all my thoughts, wishes, and choices. It took me two days to calm down and saw things that had happened objectively.
I didn’t hate Lahaina and her words, which gave me the motivation to admit my love for Ivor. I also felt lucky that at least Ivor hadn’t fired me. But I did not want to find out the reason for his decision because I knew he did not love me.
Simply, I did not know what I wanted, and then I could not deny that I loved Ivor.
I could only learn to kill my love for him, but I realized it wasn’t possible. So I learned to accept that Ivor would forever not be my man.
When I returned to the company, I became his professional assistant as I had been. Ivor was always at Elie’s villa every night when he was free. In the company, someone rumored that Elie had gained Ivor’s love and she would become Mrs. Mitchell.
I was dedicated to my job, making myself busier than anyone in the company, so I did not have to worry about Ivor or anything about him. My devotion surprised and pleased Ivor. So I became his only assistant not to accompany him on his business trip to California. Instead, I would assist the vice president in the company's management. On the third day of his business trip, he called me and asked me to escort Elie to the hotel where he was staying. As I had assisted the vice president with most of the important tasks in the company. On a private plane, Elie asked me, “It’s amazing that Ivor left you so busy to see me.” “It’s my job, Miss Jenner,” I coldly replied. I was lazy to think about what it really meant, and I leaned back in my chair and took a nap. I did not believe Elie was a deer, but I did not hate her either. Simply, I wanted brief contact with her. After a nap, I continued to bury my head at work. Recently, Ivor was only interested in Elie, so things related to Iv
I didn’t want to face being fired again.For me, there was nothing as important as staying with him, even if I could only be with him as his assistant.I struggled to get out, but he held my waist tight.“Ivor, stop,” I said, almost begging, trying to turn away from his kiss.He did not seem to be satisfied when I did that. Of course, he was a possessive man. He did not allow anything that belonged to him to go out of his control.But I did not belong to him. He should know that better than anyone because he rejected my love. By this time tomorrow morning, when he was awake and found out I had sex with him, he won’t give me a friendly gaze.Ivor hold my head so I could not interrupt the kiss again.I slowly fell into a kiss with the man I loved.But, of course, I did not want to be fired.My reason and my feelings started a battle to find the winner.I was so focused on that battle that I didn’t mind the kiss with Ivor. He wasn’t happy about it, he didn’t want anyone to ignore him and
I was scared and didn’t believe what happened last night. Ivor raped me, but in the end I felt happy. I was crazy, I could feel good when I was raped. A crazy thought came to my mind again, I had sex with Ivor, which was something I never thought I’d get a chance to do. But I panicked, my heart beating fast when I thought about the consequences I would face. No, I couldn’t just sit here and wait for Ivor to wake up, see me and then get mad at me and fire me. I have to get out of here and erase all the evidence. Holy shit! I should have left last night. But, after he finished the last round in the bathroom, he fell asleep right away. I was horrified to think he was in a coma. I had to help him to the bed, and as soon as he laid his back on the bed, he took my hand and pulled me into his lap. I was too tired to stay awake until he fell asleep and ran away. I sat on the bed, rubbing my temples. I had a headache and wanted to go home immediately. But I had a lot of work to do, fi
I brought my fatigue and anxiety back to New York. I couldn’t sense how Ivor’s threats, which he had for the girl who slept with him last night, affected me until I had a bad dream when I took a nap on the plane. I could not remember what I dreamed except Ivor. I tried to fall asleep again, but I couldn’t even take sleeping pills. I did not come to the company immediately after Ivor’s will, but returned to my home, sleeping soundly by the slow effects of sleeping pills. I woke up in the middle of the night. The first thing I did was fumbled for my phone. The battery line was yellow, on the screen was a series of incoming calls. I was tired and hungry so I did not care who called me. I ordered food at a night diner. When I opened the door to pick up the goods, I saw a large box carefully and beautifully packed on my porch. I checked the sender’s address on the box after I had finished having dinner, and was surprised to see the address of the corporation where I was working. I br
“Lia, Lia,” John’s call startled me. I feel my eyes widened.Maybe I looked stupid then. At first, he tries not to laugh, but ended up smiling amusedly. He asked, “I see you motionless for a moment. What’s wrong?”“It’s, no, it’s nothing. I was just thinking about work this afternoon,” I said, then focused on eating noodles without raising my face because of shame.Shit, I had had been thinking a lot, but I still could not figure out what was going on with Ivor that day.Maybe he didn’t get weird, I just thought too much. I tried to hypnotize myself for such superficial reasons. And I felt that my actions were ridiculous and stupid.In the afternoon, I brought the report to him as promised.When I walked into the room, Ivor was still busy with his work. He was so focused that he didn’t notice my appearance.I left the report on your desk and then left his room. But immediately, Ivor raised his head and said, “Stop, I’ll comment on your report right away.”Well, he commented on my repor
Of course, I was telling the truth, but I only slept two hours last night after I took my sleeping pills. The feeling of insecurity has followed me since yesterday, when I learned that the hotel still had backup surveillance tape files.“We have the tape, so you’ll find her soon,” Ivor said.“Yes, of course,” I answered sloppily, although I still wanted to chat with Ivor, as fatigue and the effect of sleeping pills had not dissipated.I fell asleep immediately and when I woke up, Ivor and the staff on the plane were transporting the luggage to the car.I got into the car with my drowsy face and tangled hair. Before the car left, a female employee promptly handed me a comb, a mirror, my handy makeup box, and a cold orange juice bottle. I raised my eyebrows when I saw the orange juice bottle.Although quite shy, I still I still put on makeup when I’m sitting next to the car while the car is moving.When we arrived at the hotel, the hotel manager was waiting.“We’re here to get backup fil
That someone erased the backup surveillance footage made me worry. As soon as I got back to New York, I went back to my home, searching for surveillance footage in the handbag that I used when I escorted Elie to California, which I had left on the sofa for days.I wanted to check the contents of this surveillance tape. Would it have erased the part of Elie’s stay in Ivor’s hotel room?But I hesitated. I was not interested in seeing what Elie and Ivor did when I wasn’t there. Plus, Ivor didn’t have any important clues left to find that strange girl, who had a one-night stand with him, was me.My curiosity won.Indeed, the contents of the surveillance tapes were only during the time Ivor and I were in his room.But why?To get this surveillance footage, I texted Ivor’s loyal subordinates by his phone. I asked him to ask the hotel’s surveillance officer to remove the tape and take the surveillance tape to the front door of Ivor’s hotel room.That loyal subordinate won’t be able to erase E
“Mark is in need, so come help him.”That was Ivor's request when we arrived at the hotel, which was built by the beach. I did it right away as a habit.But the funny thing was that what Mark needed my help with was his direct supervisor. It was easier than I thought. Anyway, who knew what these rich people thought?I had also received many silly requests from Ivor many times.After finishing my work, Mark invited me to have afternoon tea with him. Then I had grounds to speculate that he approached me with purpose.I wanted to say no, but he was a master of diplomacy, he persuaded me and he succeeded.Well, maybe that was why Ivor got angry when he got off the plane. He didn't want me to help Mark, but he convinced him.We enjoyed our afternoon tea at the hotel's restaurant. The wall of the restaurant was clear glass, I can see the sea view. The endless ocean and clear blue sky made me relax.“This place is famous for the beautiful sea view and many good entertainment activities. It w