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CH 5

Author: M.dArlin
last update Last Updated: 2022-07-04 08:54:51

Jane Duncan's POV

I was sitting in front of my desk and I couldn't stop myself from staring at the door thinking that sooner or later someone was going to batch in here and tell me that I'd been fired on my first day.

It would be...

"BOO!!"

"AAH" I suddenly screamed when someone sneaked up on me. I turned around and was not surprised it was Justin.

"Really? Don't you have work to do or what." I yelled, glaring at him. If looks could kill he would be six feet in the ground right now.

"Nope" he said with a smirk dragging the "p". "You know I have all the time in the world for you babe".

I felt the urge to vomit when he said that. It wasn't that he wasn't handsome or attractive but I just couldn't see him in that way. Whenever I thought of me and him having that kind of relationship, I just feltl like throwing up.

I guess that's why I'm immuned to his flirting and charms and I also knew he was just joking with me.

"So have you heard anything juicy about the new boss?" I asked him, hoping to get a piece of information which would help me keep calm.

"No I haven't. Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing. I'm just curious that's all."

" You're such a liar. What's going on in that pretty head of yours"

I pushed him away from my desk. "pfffft please nothing's going on so you can leave now."

"Haha don't miss me too much sugar"

"Oh please get over yourself" I shouted at him and muttered under my breath,"arrogant ass"

An hour later I was seriously doing an article about the right skin care product for a pimple free face, which I don't know anything about given that I don't have a pimple free face and I don't have enough to waste some buying such products when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around and standing before me was a woman wearing a sleeveless blouse and a very short and tight skirt. I didn't think she could walk properly in them.

Her eyes surveyed me from my hair to my shoes as if to determine whether I was a threat to her or not.

Ha women will never change!

After she was done assessing me, she looked at me with a smirk on her face which was to say that I was no competition because I'm pretty much an average woman.

I wanted to pluck her eyes out at the way she was looking at me but I kept my anger at bay.

"Miss. Mallory asked me to deliver a message to you. It says that you're needed urgently at her office."

WHAT! OMG could it be about the incident.

"Did she tell you why?" I asked, silently praying that it was not about what I thought it was.

"No but you should go there now ASAP because she looked really angry. Gotta go now"

I'm dead and officially screwed. My life in this company has come to an end on my first day. How's that even possible?

Is there someone up there who's twisting my life making all sorts of bad luck come my way?

Maybe this is my destiny, I'll be unemployed for the rest of my life.....Okay so maybe I'm exaggerating too much but seriously WHY ME?

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    Mr France returned to work the following day looking like he had just walked off a runway. Not only his presence surprised me but his clothes as well. It wasn't his usual dark blue suit but a flower-patterned shirt and tight jeans that showed his well-defined thighs. I had made it to the elevator when he entered the building, a pair of shades hiding his eyes which would still be puffy from all the crying he did yesterday. I entered the elevator with me and I had expected a 'good morning' thinking we'd gotten a little bit closer because of the events that happened the day before but none came my way. I cursed myself internally for thinking he would do such a thing. Even though he had been weak yesterday, he was still the self-centred and arrogant Mr France. I pressed the button to the last floor and anxiously waited for it to open because of the awkward atmosphere in the small space. Fortunately, a few seconds later I heard a 'ding' sound as the doors opened and I quickly rushed out.

  • Chained to you   CH 41

    Life was a rollercoaster. Most often the unpredictable happens and we find ourselves thrown into a series of events that manifest significantly in our lives. An example of such an unpredictable event is the sight of Mr France sitting on my couch, watching television. I'd expected him to run out of my house the moment his eyes opened but not only did he eat the food I had prepared but he'd thanked me for it. Something I thought I would never hear him say. Maybe his father's death and his unstable emotions were bringing a side of him that no one knew or that he hid away.He hadn't cried since he woke up but looked sad, which was expected considering the present situation. He laughed at something funny on the screen. I turned to look at him, his face calm and relaxed but his teary eyes betrayed him. He wasn't okay but was trying desperately to keep it in, which worried me. He had to let it out!"Errr, are you okay?", shit, I shouldn't have phrased it like that. I mentally facepalmed. His

  • Chained to you   CH 40

    We went through a great deal of trouble before we were finally able to carry the sleeping man into my apartment. The most painful part had been holding him up the stairs. We dropped him on the bed, not caring if he’d landed on it. My mind couldn’t process that because of how sore my ankles and arms were. “I have to go back to work. I have an article to finish. Do you have things to print, if so I could give an excuse for your disappearance.”, Justin said I remembered I hadn’t told him of what had happened on Friday. Clearing my throat, I uttered, “You don’t have to do that. I don’t work there any more” “Really? Did you move back to the workstation, or did you get fired?” “Don’t be dumb. Do you think I would be in that building if I had been fired.?” “Okay, so you’re moving back to the workstation?”, I rubbed my temple, “No, I’m not…” “Then where are you now?”, he interrupted me by asking. I glared at him and spat, “How can I tell you when you won’t let me finish speaking?” He r

  • Chained to you   CH 39

    Mournful, was the atmosphere that greeted me when I entered the building. People weren't gossiping about what they'd done on the weekend, everyone looked sad and downcast, including Rosa, who seemed to have been zoned out because she didn't notice me. It surprised me how personal everyone had taken Mr Nathaniel France's death. It could be because he'd been so kind to his workers, or that he'd founded the company that had put money into their pockets. My heels clicked loudly on the floor as I exited the elevator and made my way to my new office. It had been cleaned, and new furniture had been added to it. I didn't dwell on it for too long because my mind was occupied with thoughts about Mr France. Was he alright? It had come out on the news that no one had heard of him since his father's passing on Saturday, and now it was Monday. I left my office and stood in front of his door. I wasn’t sure he was in there, but I had to check. I knocked it twice but received no response. After two m

  • Chained to you   CH 38

    I rushed to him and cried out for help. Mr. France and Garry, who had been in the hallway also rushed to the room. Mr. France carried him from the floor and placed him in the couch while Garry called the ambulance. I let out a silent gasp when I saw the amount of blood coming out from his nose. Was he going to be alright? He had to be. Worried about his condition, I offered a silent prayer for him.A moment later, we heard a siren blurring in the distance. Paramedics checked his pulse and blood pressure, placed him in a stroller and carried him into the ambulance. Garry wanted to go with them, but Mr. France told him not to, so he didn't. Mr. France sat in his car and briefly looked at me, his eyes asking if I would be able to go alone. There was undeniable fear in his eyes, and he didn't try to conceal it. I nodded at him, assuring him that I had money on me, and he drove off, following the ambulance. I never knew I could communicate with someone without words until that moment when

  • Chained to you   CH 37

    The old Mr. France was sitting in the couch wearing a bathroom rope, with an edition of The Insider in his hands as I entered the room. I looked at him, amazed by his presence. I'd always looked up to him when I was growing up, so it felt good to see him in person. He'd come from a poor home but managed to fulfil his dreams and make a life for himself despite the hate and discouragement, he received from his parents. Because he did not choose to become a doctor like they wanted him to. Now he looked very old and frail, a deep contrast to the devilishly handsome man I'd made my role model. Mr France sat on one of the chairs in the room. I did so too, but not before greeting the older man. He brought the magazine down, smiled and nodded at me. I squealed internally and smiled back at him. His smile dropped from his face when his eyes landed on his son, who looked at him with a frown. I got the chance to carefully looked at the older man and realized. “You're late.”, he simply stated, a

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