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A line in the sand.

ผู้เขียน: Mystique
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Claire's POV

"Listen, Mr Damon Winters, I know that you are only feeling sorry for me, and I hate it when somebody feels sorry for me. I can look after myself. As soon as I have enough money to leave this town, I will. You do not have to worry about me," I say. 

"I don't really care what you think. I am not feeling sorry for you. I really need an attorney in my company. I do not want to use Mike anymore because I do not believe that he should know anything about my business, especially now that he is involved with Sienna. Are you going to take the job or not? Or are you going to serve coffee in this cafe for the rest of your life? You know you will never make enough money to leave town. If you want to make enough money to leave town, you will have to come and work for me," Damon says. 

I am still feeling a little shy about how I behaved in his bed. However, I know he is right. I will have to find a new job. I cannot stay in this town any longer. I know Sienna and Mike will run into me 1 or another time and if they do, I am going to regret it because I know that Sienna is going to be very catty with me. I do not even want to know what she's going to say if she knows that I have slept with her uncle. She can be bitchy sometimes. However, if I am not mistaken, she works for her uncle. Well, maybe I don't even have to see her.

"Okay, you have convinced me. I will come and work for you. I really do need a job, and nobody would give me a decent job in this town because of your niece and my ex-husband. When can I start?" I ask. 

"Be at my office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. And do not be late. I do not like people who are late. Oh, and one thing you have to remember, no matter what happened between us the other night, I'm not going to allow you to think that you can run the office. I know women do that all the time. But I draw a line in the sand when it comes to my private life and professional life. When you arrive at my office, you are only an employee, no matter how great you were in bed. Keep the change. I like to tip the people for favors they did for me," Damon says. He pays for the coffee and leaves. I did not even look at the money he left.  I look down, and I see that he left a hundred dollars. I feel myself blush. This man is rude. I don't know if you tipped me for the other night or for the coffee.

However, I do not have time to think about it because as he leaves, two other clients arrive. I am glad I was the only one in the cafe when he was talking to me, and that nobody heard what he said to me. If anybody knew that I was sleeping with him, I am sure the whole town would know about it by the next morning. It is a wonder that nobody knows about it yet. I guess I just do not talk about people alike, Damon Winters. Besides, nobody will want to talk back to him because he owns most of the town, and most of the people in this town work for him. He has a lot of farms and industries in town. He also has businesses in the city, and I know that he leaves the city a few times a month. He has the biggest house, he has the biggest ego, and he is definitely an asshole. 

"Well, well, well. Look, who is a waitress? Didn't you learn to become an attorney, or can't a job in town? Oh, Mike, didn't you leave your poor wife anything? Look at her. She has to work as a waitress in town. You mustn't be a very good attorney if you cannot find a job as an attorney in this town. There are not many attorneys in this town," Sienna says. 

"Hello, Sienna. Hello Mike. What can I get you?" I say I do not even bother to answer. I do not know what Sienna has against me, but I know that she must have something against me because she hates me. I can see it in her eyes every time she looks at me. Maybe that is why she took Mike away from me, because she cannot be in love with him. I was in love with Mike, but I am not blind to his mistakes. He is not the most attractive man that I have ever seen. Mike is a little goofy and I liked it because I thought that he would be faithful to me. I liked him ever since we were in school, and we were high school sweethearts. None of the other girls in town wanted. Not even Sienna wanted him. Why all of a sudden does she want him now? Why all of a sudden does she want to marry him? I don't even know how Mike became an attorney because he's a little shy. If I didn't help him with most of his cases, he would not win one. I do not know who's going to help him now, but I know that it won't be me. 

"Bring us two cappuccinos, and please do not make my milk too warm," Sienna says. Mike can still not look me in the eye. Ever since that night, I caught them together in bed. He could not look me in the eye, and he could not even look me in the eye when we went to court to get on divorce. I walk away to go and get the coffee. I know this is going to be a very long afternoon because Sienna is here to make my life miserable. She must have found out that I am working here. 

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