Chapter 4

"I don't want to ever see you." She replied, before she finally stood up.

"You will only end up crawling back." He leaned on the chair, watching her face turn crimson blue, before she finally ambled over to the door and pushed it open, and then, she ran out.

Layers of hair cramping around her face, tears moistening around her lids, she couldn't crawl back to him, she just couldn't. She reminded herself, for as long as she lived. She would never connect herself with him ever again.

Samantha spent the next couple of days, working at her end time shift as a waitress for a restaurant. She decided to bury every problem she had and faced what she actually loved.

She wasn't weak for love anymore, instead she was stronger.

"Samantha, please attend table seven." Hurriedly, she rushed over to the table.

She didn't get herself anymore, her eyes were getting heavy and wobbly. Her legs and hands trembled and she was beginning to feel weak.

Sweats were formed around her face and she felt like throwing up, she sat on the table next to table seven.

The couples sat and watched in awe while feeling extreme pity for her.

"Are you alright, young lady?" The old man asked, feeling extreme pity for her.

Samantha who sat on the chair nodded her head and said, "Oh no, I'm fine." She forced those words from her mouth.

At that moment, she felt a sharp pain from her lower abdomen. She groaned sharply, this pain was too much for her to bear. She held the table grudgingly.

The old couples kept on staring at her with pitiful eyes, Samantha tried keeping in the pains, but her face couldn't hide it.

"You can go take some rest, another waiter or waitress will attend to us, it's alright." The elderly woman said worriedly, still piercing her eyes.

Samantha's eyes pierced around the restaurant, her eyes were dizzy. The sweat on her face was getting much worse. Her hands were wet and wobbly.

She nodded faintly, forcing a smile on her face to the old couples.

She walked gently over to the bathroom, she felt like throwing up. "Was this how she was going to die?" She thought inwardly. 

Her eyes turned sour, irritatingly enveloped her nostrils. The sudden smell of everywhere made her stomach churn, making the urge for her to throw up increase.

The door to the bathroom was harshly pushed open, jolting Samantha. Her eyes met with her boss's eyes.

His eyes were enveloped with rage. His anger brewed, "Samantha." He roared her name, making his voice resounding throughout the room.

Samantha's heart skipped a beat, why was this man here. Her eyes were widened.

"What in the hell are you doing here? You are supposed to be out there, working!" He emphasized. His eyes were bloodshot. He glared at her while she shivered in fear. 

His presence made her heart beat faster than normal. His presence spelt doom, his cold aura enveloped the room.

Samantha stammered, "I wasn't feeling okay for the second, so I decided to take a rest." 

She stared at his eyes, trying to figure out his expression, but his face showed nothing.

"What??" He barked back, this woman's statement echoed in his eyes, and this made him more angrier.

"Do you want to get fired Murphy?" He barked yet again. His eyes still glaring.

Samantha shivered, she couldn't get herself to speak anymore.

He looked at the frail woman opposite him with irritation. 

"It's better you get out there and work, or else, I'll get you fired the moment I find out that you are resting." 

He walked out elegantly with a deep frown on his face, leaving a shivering Samantha alone.

Samantha couldn't keep in her fear, the only thing she always wanted was to have her own business, but all due to the love she had for Jake, she gave him all her saved up money to rent a house. Now, look at how he re-payed her!

She stared at his retreating figure in thoughts, "I must not get fired, I really need this job to earn money."

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The evening's sun was pleasant to the body, and the sun showed its beauty. The wind blew easily around the surroundings and the smell of the air enveloped one's nostrils.

It was a pleasant evening to all, except one person, Samantha. 

She came out of the restaurant and breathed a sigh of relief like someone who was just out of prison for many years.

She stared at the thin air, all her past encounters came rushing towards her like a wave.

Her phone chimed again with a call and it was from an unknown caller. Curiosity pricked her.

"Hello?" Her gentle voice asked curiously.

The phone was silent for some time before a thick, manly and cold voice spoke.

"This is Samantha Murphy, right?"

"Yes."

The voice seemed thick yet elegant, it could be easily known that the person was of a rich home.

"If you need a job that pays well, just consider the message I'm about to send you." He said quickly.

Samantha was confused, questions ran through her mind.

"How did this man know her name?"

"How did he also know that she needed a job that pays well?"

"How did you know-" Her words were cut off by the sudden buzz of her phone. The unknown man just cut the phone.

Confusion was visible in her face, was she just going to believe him?

A minute later, a message notification popped in, saying.

"Dear Samantha Markus, you will be working with our boss as his personal assistant, and you get to live under his roof. Plus, you get paid the sum of hundred dollars per hour. Price is still highly negotiable if you want."

In awe, Samantha kept on staring at the message like it was strange. Everything in this message was confusing her so she decided to call the number again.

But this time, it was switched off.