“Are you sure you checked the time this morning before you began to come to work?”. He asked me and stood up from his seat, making me back away. I glanced at the resignation letter in my hand, and then glanced at his face. After breathing deeply, I just knew that I had to do it. “I quit, you bossy and overbearing boss. I can't do this anymore. Here is my resignation letter. From today onwards, I quit to be Delly's company jeweler”. I said and placed my resignation letter on his glass desk.I continued saying, and this time, I dared to look at his cold red eyes, which had always sent shivers and chills down my spine, “I don't care to know whether you accept my resignation letter or not”. “All I want you to know is that I am no longer or ever going to report for work again at Delly's company. Since this is all I came here to say to you today, I will be taking my leave now”. I concluded, before I turned and began to leave his office. I would not lie, but when I glanced behind me to
Here I was at my boss’s company, wearing a straight face, and was heading to his office with one intention inside my mind. To give him my resignation letter and call it a quit first. Though, don't be deceived by my cold face. The truth was that I am an introvert. So keeping my face this way prevents people from talking to me. That always worked. But it did not work for one person. I think I shouldn't talk about it. I should talk about my Dad instead. After I told him about the mansion that I had sold, I had honestly expected him to be mad at me, even though he cherished me as the apple of his eyes. But what I never expected from him was the tears that escaped from his eyes. I admit, I initially thought that the tears were meant to show how disappointed he was in me, but it turned out to be the other way around. It turned out to be the opposite. My Dad was disappointed in himself for not being careful enough two years ago. He said that if not because of him, I would still be l
Michael came forward, and was it stupid of me that I was expecting maybe a hug from him? But how stupid was I after the horrible thing I had done to him two years ago. Telling him that he was a failure and was not worthy of being with me. As he stood in front of me, I froze, and even breathing became a huge problem for me because I was breathing slowly and trying to make sure that I was not making a sound. I glanced at my father, but he smiled at me and did hand gestures at me. I did not quite understand what he meant by that. Was he trying to tell me to apologize to Michael or say something to him? But I did not think that was possible, because it seemed like I had lost my voice and could not speak. I was cut off guard when Michael bent down and helped me pick up my handbag, along with the things that had fallen out of the handbag. He rose up and gave them to me, but all I did was stare at him, expecting him to say at least something to me. “Aren't you going to collect your han
I had bought all that I needed and hurried back to the hotel, because I needed to sit down, breathe, and think about the crazy thing that might have happened to me if only that waitress had not intervened. Or should I call her a cop?Whatever. I entered my hotel room and made sure to shut the door behind me.As I made my way to the sofa, I could hear the pounding of my heart. It sounded like the beating of a thick war drum, preparing and alarming the soldiers for battle. I sat on the sofa and kept what I had bought on the floor, before it began. My mind was lost in a deep thought. And my breathing was shaky most of the time. What brought me back to reality was my cell phone, which rang. Without staring to see the caller, I answered the phone call because I needed to distract my mind and make it stop thinking about the incident.“Adira, who was that dude? What did he want your number for?”. Kai's deep and impatient voice came through, as if he had been waiting for ages to ask me th
“Let go”. I said to the playboy, but he kept on smiling at me in a way that was making me get more than pissed off as the second went by. I tried releasing my wrist from his tight grip with force, but that backfired on me and I ended up hissing in pain because his hand that was gripping my wrist was strong.And also because I felt him tighten his hand around the very bones in my wrist as I tried to set myself free from him. “What is your problem?”. I said to him and looked around. Seeing that there was no one walking around our surroundings, it made me become creeped out about the playboy. What if he tried nonsense with me? I got a little thread of hope when I saw two passerbys. But who would have thought that they would ignore me even after looking in my direction and the sign of help I displayed to them. “You are hurting my feelings, beautiful. Just give me your number and I will be on my way. Nobody gets hurt”.He leaned closer. Our faces were only mere inches away from touc
I don't have time for this. I decided not to answer Kai's face time call because I found it weird. But, why did my mind go to the words he said to me yesterday in the car when he took me to the airport? The words where he said that he hated it when I avoided having a bold conversation with him. Something like that. I don't quite remember the exact words he said, but I understood what he said. I sighed in disbelief and found myself answering the face time call. What I saw next after answering the face time call shocked the living cells out of my body and made me turn my face away from the screen of my cell phone. Now why the heck did he decide to call me while he was in the middle of wiping his wet hair? Don't misunderstand me. The wet hair was not the problem, but it was the fact that he was shirtless, and I saw the hard looking rocks that formed on his stomach, with the muscles in his arms screaming strength. “Hey, Adira. Are you there?”. Kai asked me when I was in the middle