(Tamara's POV)"DAD, what is it that you’re going to say?" The atmosphere wasn't strained, but I was nevertheless anxious to see my dad when he walked into his office at our home.He called me and stated that he wanted to talk to me because he had something to say.He nodded gently at me. "You take a seat first, my dear."I took a seat in the visitor's chair. Mom, who was joining him in quiet, was sitting in front of me."What is it, dad?"He sighed before mustering up the courage to speak his mind.“Tami, listen to me very carefully, okay?"I nodded. I knew exactly where we were headed with this discussion, and that didn't stop my anxiety. I was afraid that what I had overheard would be confirmed by his own mouth."About two years ago, I developed a gambling addiction after repeatedly visiting a casino. Since then, I have been unable to shake the feeling of excitement whenever I play. I tried to stay away from it since I realized it would only bring harm to me, my life, and us, but I
They wanted me to be sacrificed in order to rescue our d*mned business despite the fact that I'm a family member, too!"Alright, dad. I'll make compromises in order to rescue the business and you. I'll tie the knot with a complete stranger. Okay, I will do it for you. However, I warn you that if you continue gambling after this and our company is put at stake the other time around, our family will face a second downfall and you will be sent to prison, there won't be anyone left to save you and your crap any longer." I was harsh, but I was only staying true to my last words as I stood up and walked out the door."Tamara! Tamara, where are you going?! We’re still not yet done talking here—”I marched straight out of dad's study, totally ignoring mom’s call.My father's actions affected all of us, especially me, who now needs to make remedies for his errors, so I was just terribly upset and disappointed by them. The least I could do to show them how I felt was to walk away, or else I mig
"D*mn it, Tamara! Where in the world are you right now? Your family members were almost going insane as they called to see if we knew where you went! We're all worried about you!" Celyn grunted on the line the moment I answered her call.I chose to stay the night at the first hotel I came across after leaving our hometown the night I fled from the house.Around five o'clock that morning, when the sun had not yet risen, I awoke so that I might begin my trip once more, this time to San Pablo City. The moment I touched down in San Pablo, I set out to find a temporary housing option to stay.Moreover, I was able to secure an apartment at an affordable rate. It's not as cool as the place I grew up, but it serves the purpose. There's also a television, radio, fridge, and anything else I could possibly need."Don't overreact, Lyn. I'm fine," I simply answered my friend with a yawn.It was already twelve o'clock, and the fact that I felt my stomach roaring was the first indication that my bod
Dad: Wherever you are staying right now, always remember that I am not mad at you for running away but I am sad. I just pray that you are safe. I love you, my Tami...The tears that came streaming down my cheeks as I read daddy's message made me feel as though I'd been blasted with onions right in the eye. After he learned out I had gotten away from home, he sent me several lengthy texts, including those I opened today.I typed to reply.Me: I'm sorry, dad, but I have to do this. You probably understand why, right? I was shocked by what I found out and what you wanted me to do. Trust me, dad, I'll be back later on. I just need space to think clearly now. I love you, too, always, daddy...I wiped my tears and sniffed when my reply was sent. I read the other texts from them and my friends but I decided to only reply to a few of them. No need to text Yasmine since I already answered Celyn's call to inform them I'm alright, as well as the other gang because I responded to Chris reassuring
Three days later, I found myself walking inside the wide and huge, prominent building of the Wynnfor Group of Companies.Based on their most recent job postings, they’re looking for different people for different positions to fill in, such as Sales Agents, Tailors, IT Experts, Fashion Models, On-the-site workers, Fashion Designers, Engineers, Social Media Managers and Marketers, and Customer Service Representatives.When I clicked the hyperlink for my desired position to apply for, I was very positive that I could suit the qualities that they were looking for.I don't mean to brag, but I believe I am qualified. I'm a graduate of that relative course. In addition, I have prior experience in the fashion industry from my time as a designer and executive worker of our family business, Davis Elegance, which I have recently left.In any case, the customer service representative is just one of several fields in which I would be competent. I just need the right amount of training, and because
The woman led me the way to the General Manager's office. This area of the top floor was clearly surrounded by high-ranking executive offices from various and even sub-branches and departments. I couldn’t help but think over and over about why the heck is it necessary for General Manager to interview me when this is solely and basically the work of the Hiring and Recruitment Department. Why not just leave it alone to them?! My anxiety level increased. If the HR people were enough to make me nervous earlier, what more if General Manager himself is already the one I'd be facing, right? A place so high up! Also, it's one of the major positions in a large company and business like this! Anyhow, I was puzzled by the General Manager's request that an applicant be brought to the top floor so that he could conduct the interview personally. But why just with me? As I could recall, the applicants who came before me had their interviews in the HR Department that went well and just fine! "Give
I swallowed at what he just said. F*ck it! How did this happen? How did he get to be the General Manager of this very grand and huge business?!What the h*ck was happening?!With his gaze fixed on me and grinning coquettishly, he stood up and took steps nearing me...“Now, you remember the night?” he continued.He asked me something personal, and despite the fact that my knees were shaking from anxiety, I couldn't help but be annoyed! Can we not discuss about s*x right now because, as far as I believe, I came here today for a job interview! J-O-B!"Well, I guess it's no longer any of your business, Sir, because what you're asking is a personal issue of my own." Still, I tried to be formal and polite no matter how in the back of my head I already wanted to slap him right in his face!He came to a stop in front of his table and sat just off the edge. He seemed like a model doing a manly pose for a magazine cover. And geez, he was doing it effortlessly and naturally! Alright. I would no
I sighed, chose to remain calm, and gave him my sweetest smile. "Forget about it. I'm withdrawing my application from this company. I just feel so sorry to hear and have found out that the General Manager of Wynnfor Apparel is actually a pervert asking his female applicants to strip to get hired. Pity for this very huge business. I'll leave now. Have a nice day ahead.”After saying just that, I walked back smiling, even though I was about to break it with displeasure and fury. His disrespect and nastiness made me want to throw my high heels straight at his face! If only really I could!"You're hired!"I had almost made it to the door when he announced that dramatic declaration.What?! Just what?!I turned around to face him with a big question mark on my face.He shook his head and repeated himself. "You're hired.""No." I couldn’t help but remain sarcastic. "Don't bother, Sir. Besides, I came to realize that I actually don't want to work with a boss who wants to invade too personall