Chapter 4

Hannah

Today I didn't have to rush to get up because last night I set my alarm for six-forty-five so when I woke up I could do one of the few things that calm me down. Running.

I threw on sweatpants and a sports bra. Once I stepped outside, it felt like heaven. The wind was just right, not too cold and not too hot. As I ran around the neighborhood, I felt my hair blowing in my face. Normally I would've got mad, but today it just felt good. Once I started getting tired, and it was getting time for me to get ready, I headed back. After I took a shower, I wore another light pink pencil skirt. I didn't want to wear another blouse just in case I fell again, so instead wore a white tank top and a black sweater over it. After I tied my hair in a low bun, I was ready to go.

When I left at eight-fifteen, that gave me some time. The drive only took about twenty minutes because there wasn't any traffic. When I stopped to get the coffee, I didn't spill any and could get my coffee. The only trouble I had was the minor things that usually happen, like bumping my head or stubbing my toe. I didn't need to ask the receptionist for the directions again, since I had written it down on a sticky note.

''Come in!'' He shouted gruffly after I knocked.

"Good morning, Ms. Brown. I have already placed your work on your desk. And thank you for not being so late." He had a small smirk at the last part, but just as I caught him, it vanished and was replaced by his original unreadable expression.

I sat down at my desk and got to work. I think I had worked for a little over four hours before Brick told me to get his lunch. When we work, he says nothing to me. I'm not complaining though, it's better for me. I don't enjoy talking to people, anyway. The rest of the day went the same way.

When I went home, Jules still wasn't home. I was a little suspicious, but didn't want her to get mad at me, so I didn't call her about it.

The rest of the week went by the same. Every day I would show up with his coffee, he would have my work already on my desk and the day would be filled with orders and commands. I quickly realized that his favorite food was Chicken Tacos, and I halfway thought he was obsessed with them. The man ate them every day, all day. But I didn't dare say anything about it for fear of my life. Hell, I couldn't even look him in the eye. But I didn't look anyone in the eye. Jules was just lucky.

Al also mentioned nothing about the lingerie. He either just totally forgot about the whole thing, or he is excellent at hiding it. I was getting used to this job.

I think I might last after all.