Chapter 4

Chapter 4.

VICE PRESIDENT IS THE TAKER.

JANE'S POV.

I walked dejectedly like a stray dog back to my cubicle in the department. Each of my colleagues I walked by had something to say about me or laugh at me.

It was like I went to the meeting to put myself out to the world in a bad way, and my secret imperfection, which I was managing alone, had been known to everyone within a space of one day.

My life was ruined.

The old HR manager hated me.

The new HR manager hated me.

My ex hated me.

And my colleagues? Ha, ha, ha, they found something to mock me about.

The only one who was managing me was my friend, Sarah.

Right now, she was not with me, she was sent on an errand, so I got to carry my cross alone.

I got to my seat with my shoulders slumped to the ground and I sat on my seat.

I wanted to concentrate on the work I was doing, sorting out the names on a new list of employees, but how would I, when everyone around kept shouting and gushing about one particular person I knew?

I plugged my earpieces into my ears, and I got lost in a world of my own.

That didn't last, Sarah crept into that world and scattered my peace.

"Babe, do you see the new news on the group chat?" She asked me.

"Sarah, please. I don't want to hear it."

"No, you have to, it's about the girlfriend of the manager."

That got me. I gave her all of my attention, as if the information would change my life story. If I had known, I would have done everything in my power to shut my ears away from that piece of information.

I learnt the hard way, anyway.

I allowed her to bring her chair to my cubicle and she logged into the gossip center.

All the first words were words about the manager's hotness which were annoying to me because they were true.

Then, the news popped up, "The manager is truthfully taken. A picture was leaked of him and his girlfriend last night," The message read, and a picture was tagged along with the message.

"Quick, click the picture," I told Sarah hurriedly.

She laughed, "I thought you were not interested."

I ignored her and clicked the picture myself. To my dismay, I found a picture of the manager and me from last night, but something was not right... my face was blurry in the picture.

"Oh my god! The manager's girlfriend is beautiful." Everyone began to gush about the picture, and I cringed.

They did not seem to recognise me in the picture.

That was supposed to be calming, but it was not. If my face were to be used, it should be used to the fullest and clearly.

I would have loved to comment on the picture and tell the person who uploaded the picture to change it to a clearer and more beautiful version of my picture, however, I didn't want to create more problems for myself.

"Guys! Can you see the tags of the company's vice president?" Someone called attention of everyone of us.

"What tag?" Sarah asked and immediately began to search for the tag.

She found it and clicked it. It came up, and my breathing ceased. The company's vice president, Jessica Hart as she called herself, tagged a clearer picture of the one the blogger first tagged, and apparently, I was not the one in the picture.

IT WAS THE VICE PRESIDENT.

How?

That guy was obviously with me last night, but the picture the vice president posted matched well with the other picture. I was convinced it was the same picture, and it was not me.

That was not all, her message under it got my heart falling, "This is the clearer picture, and mind you, that guy is not my boyfriend, rather, he is my fiancé."

"He is her fiancé." Everyone gasped like we all didn't read the caption.

No wonder he could boldly say that he was taken, and that he wouldn't want anyone to daydream. That was because his fiancée was in the company, and she could get jealous if she caught him with anyone.

My life was ruined.

I took my dead focus to the blank screen of the system in front of me, and the back of my eyes stung with tears.

I couldn't control it, so I got out of my seat and ran to the restroom. I got in and locked myself in. I sat on the water closet and like a caged rain that was let loose, my tears came falling.

I cried for my life.

My boyfriend ditched me, and in a bid to get over it, I slept with another woman's man.

I palmed my face and apologised ghostly, "I'm sorry."

I had no joy any longer, I was devastated more than when I left the meeting room.

What if the vice president finds out about what I did with her man? Then, I would surely be fired.

I got up from the toilet and wiped my face. I walked out and washed my face while facing the mirror. I took a handful of paper wipes to dab the water from my face.

My closed eyes opened to stare at my reflection in the mirror, only to see that I was no longer alone, someone was behind me.

The HR manager.

I wanted to turn to him. He didn't let me, "Don't." He commanded me in that same voice that always manages to creep under my skin.

I didn't want to listen to him, I tried not to listen, but I found myself listening to him.

When his hands lay on my shoulders and his face leaned on my ear, I leaned into him and allowed my butt to touch his little swell from his trousers.

He chuckled into my ear, "You are just like last night– impatient and sweet."

"You remember."

He didn't answer that, he tilted my head to the side and his lips connected with my neck, while his hands cupped my chest.

I didn't wait for him to command me to whine my waist this time, I whined it for him, and it was in a bit when I felt him poking me.