Se connecter“Are you sure you’re ready to be back already?” I asked.“I’m fine, Sussay,” Lena said softly. “The doctor said so himself.”Lena’s accident was on a Friday. After she was taken to a hospital, she was found to have only suffered minor injuries and didn’t need to be admitted. She stayed home through the weekend and Monday and was back on Tuesday. The whole office had practically been fussing over her all day. “Alright, if you say so,” I surrendered. I couldn’t afford to worry about anyone else anyway. Dominic was killing me. I had reworked one report four times already this morning. Even when I was certain I had done more than enough, he still found something I hadn’t even thought mattered.“At least be consistent with your figures.”“This section contradicts your earlier point.”“You rushed this.”If Marcus was the Devil then Dominic was his spawn. I left Lena and headed to my office to work on the report for the fifth time. After about fifteen minutes, I was certain I had done
Sussay's POVIt still didn’t feel real. Getting out of bed, taking a bath, getting dressed and even now being driven to work. None of it. On the way, my mind wandered back to my father’s visit to my room.“Care to explain what the hell is going on between you two?” Marcus asked, almost fuming.“N-nothing,” I stammered, struggling to think.“Then explain to me why he won’t say anything about your interview.”I caught my breath. Dominic hadn’t said anything? That means Marcus didn’t know anything. Maya was right. This was working in my favour.“For your sake, I hope you haven’t ruined this opportunity,” he added. “Nothing is ruined," I responded calmly. “I’m fit to resume tomorrow.”I watched his anger drop three levels instantly. “Good,” he said, leaving.“We’re here,” the driver announced.“Thank you,” I said, getting down before he could help me.Dad had made it clear that the driver would only drop me off in the morning but I’d have to manage on my own when coming back. Something
“Yes, I’m expecting her. You can let her in,” I said, putting down the phone with a sigh.I wasn’t one to favour people unduly but when Marcus said he had a daughter who needed a job, I couldn’t turn him down. Besides, the fact that she’s willing to work despite having a billionaire daddy counts for something… even if he’s forcing her.The knob turned gently and Lena’s head popped in, then the rest of her figure.“Mr Stone, she’s here,” Lena announced.I raised my eyes to see someone I didn’t think I’d see ever again. At least, not in my office. It was the girl from that night. The night I almost lost myself. How could she be Marcus’s daughter? The thought of something happening between us sent a chill down my spine.Our eyes met, recognition impossible to ignore. “Thank you, Lena. You may leave,” I announced.Lena stepped out, leaving me and her alone. My eyes were fixed on her but my mind wandered. I wasn’t sure how to handle things. Do I bring that night up or pretend it didn’t
I was already flagging a taxi when I heard a voice calling out to me.“Miss Monroe! Miss Monroe!” The voice called desperately.I turned to see the driver who had dropped me off earlier. I had completely forgotten I’d arrived with him and never imagined he would wait until I was done inside.I walked toward him and he hurried to open the door. Once I settled in, he closed it and rushed back to the driver’s seat.“Are you ready to leave, Miss Monroe?” he asked, watching me through the rearview mirror.“Please call me Sussay,” I said with a small wave.“I couldn’t possibly do that—”“It’s fine,” I insisted. “Just call me Sussay.”“As you wish… ma'am,” he accepted reluctantly.“Good,” I declared. “Take me home.”The drive back home was quiet but for my thoughts. I was mad and embarrassed at the same time. Mad that he tried to act away that night. But then again… I tried to kiss a married man. I was so consumed with my thoughts I didn't realise when we had gotten home. Not until the dri
Sussay's POVI could feel my heart pounding wildly in harmony with the rhythm of my rapid breaths. I froze on the spot wondering if I should run out of the door, scream or act sick. I felt sick anyway.“Miss Monroe!” He raised his voice, finally cutting through my thoughts. “Yes-yes,” I stuttered, struggling to keep my cool.“Have a seat,” he gestured.I reluctantly dragged my feet and settled into the chair, my mind racing through every possible way this conversation could unfold.What if he remembers me? No, he definitely remembers me. What if he kicks me out of his office or even worse tells my dad? What would I do then? I could maybe seduce him. I’m sure I had an effect on him the other day. No, that’d be stupid. Think, Sussay, Think!! “Your father tells me you’re in need of a job,” he said, his eyes fixed on the page he was writing on. “Yes-yes, I am,” I replied, surprised he went straight to business.“Fortunately,” he continued without raising his head. “There’s a vacancy fo
One week had passed since I started living with dad and I still had no job.A day after I arrived here, Dad surprisingly visited my room.He knocked once and responded by himself. “Coming in.”I straightened on my bed, tensed. Friction hung in the air as neither of us said anything.Then, he clapped twice. “House rules,” he said.“What?”“You’ll stay out of my bedroom,” he started, ignoring me. “You can’t bring men without notice and they can’t be different in one week.”My mouth fell, surprised that he not only allowed it but even suggested a change of them.“You’ll have breakfast downstairs everyday at 8:30,” he continued. “And you’ll get a job within thirty days. Do you understand?”“Y-yes,” I managed to say.He turned to leave. “Good. Failure to meet any of them and you’re out,” he said, shutting the door behind him.And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa.“Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself.A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited.Dad wal







