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Author: bebeeizrael
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-25 20:11:02

I still went to work. He was my boas but I was already doing nothing to take another off days.

 

I had to fix this. Had to apologize. Had to see him. 

Maybe I was too harsh this morning. Seem like yesterday he wanted to tell me something but I was too crazy enough not to listen.

 

What does he even remember? The night? The sex from the bar? Maybe he really remembers me. And he said he was married. Never married.

 

Shit.

 

I walked to his office first thing. Heart in my throat. Knocked once. 

No answer. Knocked again. Nothing.

 

I stood there for a minute like an idiot, then turned around and went back to my desk. 

Maybe he was in a meeting. Maybe he took the day off. Maybe he was avoiding me now. He knew I was coming.

 

Not knowing what to do, I went to my office and settled in. To keep myself busy I tried to dust somethings but they were spotless. I sat down. Stared at my screen. Didn't turn it on, just watching.

 

"God! I need work!!!" 

 

Half an hour later I found myself walking around where I crossed paths with Ethan in the hallway near the elevators.

 

He didn't see me at first. Then he did. He walked straight to me. His eyes behind me all these while so I didn't expect him to want to meet me. I was right because he just walked pass me.

 

"Pewww" 

 

I turned right on time to see him smirk. His hand moved fast, casual, like it was nothing - and grabbed my ass.

 

I froze.

"What the fvcking hellll!!" I yelled 

 

The whole hallway seemed to slow down. I literally slow blinked then turned around. The smirk had widen the smirk on his face as she looked around like one one would notice or come to my help.

 

"The fuck did you just do?" I asked. Voice low, shaking.

 

He didn't even try to look sorry. 

Just shrugged. Smiled wider.

 

I slapped him. 

Open palm. Hard. Across the face. 

The sound cracked through the hallway like a whip.

 

People stopped and stared.

 

Ethan's head snapped to the side. Cheek bloomed red. 

He looked shocked for half a second - then furious.

 

"Really?" he yelled. Loud. Too loud.

 

I tried to walk away. 

He grabbed my arm. Yanked me back. 

Pretended to steady me like I was drunk.

 

"You don't have to get drunk on a Friday morning and cause problems," he said - loud enough for everyone to hear. "How are you even still walking like this?"

 

Tears burned my eyes. 

Embarrassment crashed over me like cold water. 

The hallway was full of eyes now. Phones probably out. Recording.

 

I flashed a fake tight smile and pulled my arm free. 

Walked away fast and make sure not to look back. That was it. I am absolutely pressing charges.

 

I made it to my office. Shut the door and sat at my desk. I stared at nothing in anger and pain. I should have pressed charged when he lured me first. When he said all those stuff I should have had him in jail since.

 

The door creep open slowly. Head first, it was Aisha. She had returned from the wedding she said she was attending some.

 

She didn't say anything at first. Just walked over and pulled me into a hug.

 

"you know you have witness if you want to press charges." she whispered.

 

I cried into her shoulder. Funny how it wasn't even a about Ethan. It was about Mateo. It was about my life and all the wrong choices I have been making! I will soon be 25 and I dare say I love it.

 

" It's okay, Darling" She held me until I stopped shaking.

 

We talked after that. About nothing important. Movies, Food, Her sister's wedding and how it went. It helped. A little.

 

When she left I felt... steadier. Not fixed. But steadier. I was determined about what I want in my life and I wasn't going to let stupidity and fear hold me.

 

I picked my phone and called my father. Patiently, 1-2-3-4 times and he didn't pick. I called for the last time, yet no answer . 

I texted him instead:

 

"Hey Dad, I need to talk. Well,good thing you have blocked me yet. 

So anyway, Can I quit this job? Please.

I don't know what you owe your friend or what you both arrangements were but I need out.

Please get back to me. 

Your daughter" 

 

Sent.

 

No reply.

 

Hours passed. No word from him. Not like I was expecting any. I just wanted him to know what I have in mind. I wanted it to be when I do what I want, no one would want to hold me down 

 

No word from Mateo. Seems he haven't been at the office too. It seems a little bit obvious he was avoiding me 

 

I sat there staring at the wall. Who cares?

 

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