5

Xavier was focused on the file in his hands.

This was real. Giselle thought.

"Oh, good day, Sir," Rob said, standing to his feet.

Sir? Giselle thought.

She looked back at Xavier. He hadn't noticed her yet; he was still busy with the file. She stood slowly, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in a very expensive blue suit, looking very different and...

And more handsome.

"Hello, Rob," he said.

A lump formed in Giselle’s throat at the sound of his voice.

"How was your night?" he asked.

"Awesome, sir. The interview started a few minutes ago," Rob replied, which made Xavier look up from his file. His eyes first went to Rob and then at Giselle.

His face twitched.

It was really him.

"Xavier," she called, staring at him with emotions in her eyes.

"What the hell?" he said, scowling at her.

Her heart raced.

"What is this whore doing here?" he asked Rob, without looking away from her.

A sting shot through her heart.

"Um... She is one of the many who came for the interview, sir," Rob stuttered.

Xavier scoffed, glancing at Rob.

Wait, Rob had been calling him sir. Was he... the boss? Giselle thought.

Xavier looked back at her. "You came for an interview in my company?" he asked.

She was taken aback by what he just said. "Your... your company?" she stuttered.

"What, your fucking lover doesn't take care of you enough that you came looking for a job in my fucking company?" he asked angrily.

She opened her mouth to speak, but...

"Get out," he snarled angrily. His blue eyes carried a lot of hate and coldness.

"Xavier," she called regardless, reaching for him.

"I said get the hell out!" he yelled, making her jump. She quickly ran out of the office.

AT GISELLE'S APARTMENT

"What?!" Blaire yelled, making the kids flinch.

"Blaire, geez," Giselle called, motioning to the children.

"Sorry. Sorry, kids," Blaire said to the twins, who were seated on the sofa, busy devouring the cookies she had bought for them.

Blaire took Giselle's hand and led her into the kitchen. It was late, and Giselle was losing her mind over the certificate.

She heaved a sigh as Blaire closed the door behind her.

"You mean, your ex-husband is the CEO of Lens Masterpiece advertising company?" Blaire asked.

"Blaire, that's not the problem. They have the fake certificate. What if they find out and—"

"Chill, Giselle. This is huge!" Blaire retorted.

"Blaire, my kids. Your language," Giselle cautioned.

"Sorry, sorry," Blaire whispered.

"What are we going to do? We need those certificates."

"Calm down, Giselle. You worry too much. You said they threw you out, right?"

Giselle nodded.

"Then you don't have to worry. They must have thrown your certificate out as well," Blaire said.

Just then, Giselle's phone rang. It was an unknown number.

She took the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Giselle Harrison?" a male voice asked.

She gulped. "Ye... yes, this is her."

"Good. You have to come to Lens Masterpiece advertising company tomorrow morning," the voice said.

Her heart dropped. She looked at Blaire.

Blaire gave her a questioning look.

"Hello, are you there?" the male voice asked.

"Ye... yes."

"Alright. Come to the company by nine AM for an interview. Thank you and have a good night rest." He hung up.

An interview?

"What's wrong?" Blaire asked as Giselle slowly put her phone down.

"Giselle, what the hell is going on?" Blaire asked worriedly.

Giselle looked at her.

"What is it?"

"It's the company," she said.

"Really?" Blaire asked.

Giselle nodded.

"What do they want?" Blaire asked.

"They want me to come tomorrow for another interview."

"Really?!" Blaire squealed happily.

Giselle furrowed her brows at her.

"That's awesome, right?" Blaire asked.

Giselle shook her head, giving her a panicked look.

"What's wrong?" Blaire asked.

"I have a bad feeling about it," Giselle said.

"What do you mean you have a bad... stop with the paranoid vibe, Kim, geez. You are going," Blaire said, holding her hand.

Giselle heaved a sigh.

NEXT DAY....

AT LENS MASTERPIECE COMPANY.....

Giselle took a seat opposite Xavier's desk.

"Giselle," he called, making her heart flutter involuntarily.

That was the same way she felt whenever he said her name.

"Five years hasn't been good to you," he said, making her clench her purse tightly. Her gaze remained down.

"You look different and fucking lean," he added.

God, she shouldn't have come here.

"In those freaking cheap clothes," he said.

She furrowed her brows.

"I thought your lover was capable of taking care of you," he mocked.

Her heart clenched.

"Or did he leave you and move to the next available housewife?"

She sprang up instantly, looking at him with the pain-filled face she was finding so hard to mask.

He relaxed in his seat, staring at her with his arrogant demeanor.

"This is a very huge mistake. I am sorry for coming to your company. Excuse me," she said, turning from him and heading for the door.

"I believe you have something to tell the police waiting for you out there about the complete fake certificate you brought to my fucking company," he said calmly, making her stop in her tracks.

Her heart sank into her belly.

She turned to him.

He was on his feet, looking at her and holding up the certificate in his hand.

Her lips parted in absolute surprise.

"You think I wouldn't find out?" he asked.

Her heart begged to pop out of her chest.

He pressed a button.

"Rob, send in the officers now," he said aloud, making her heart drop.

Oh God.

The door opened, revealing Rob and two intimidating-looking men in black attire and dark shades.

Terror washed over her as they walked into the office.

"Seize her," Rob ordered.

"N... no," she stuttered as the men grabbed both her arms, making her purse fall to the floor.

"Xavier, please..."

"Do you think I am dumb, Giselle?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"You actually brought this fake certificate," he said, dropping the certificate on his desk. "To apply for a job here. Are you fucking serious?!" he yelled.

She flinched. "I didn't... I am sorry, please..." she stuttered helplessly.

He scoffed. "You know, five years is fucking tiny to make me forget your educational background, Giselle."

Tears rolled down her eyes.

"You are just a high school graduate. Did you really think you could outsmart me with this?" He pointed down at the certificate.

She shook her head.

"Take her away," he ordered the officers.

"No, please, I didn't... I didn't know it was your company, I swear. Please, I will do anything," she begged.

He raised his brows.

"Anything?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, please."

He gave Rob a head sign, and the officers released her and walked out of the office.

"Sit," Xavier ordered.

She obeyed.

He leaned closer over the desk.

She maintained her gaze on her purse.

"Look at me when I am talking to you," he ordered.

She obeyed.

"You have to work for me, Giselle," he said.

She furrowed her brows in confusion.

He was looking at her.

"You will work for me as my personal assistant," he said.

What?

He moved his swivel seat a little while staring at her, amused.

She dropped her gaze, processing what he just said.

"It is either that or five years in jail."

She looked at him.

He raised his brow at her.

"Make a choice, Giselle Harrison."