Chapter 5

Chapter 5.

PUNISHMENT TO THE OFFENDER.

JANE'S POV.

My eyes gently open and I grind my legs together to feel the wetness between my legs.

I loved it, both the scent and the feeling from it.

I rolled the calculated movement on my bed, and I grabbed my phone to check the time. I smiled and remembered my dream, the manager was between my legs throughout the night. Sadly, it was all a dream.

"He is taken." The evil spirit in my head reminded me, and my smile dropped.

I got out of bed with a determination, "I won't think about the manager today, I will avoid him like I avoided the old one, and like that, I will survive."

I got dressed and went to the sitting room to see Sarah waiting for me.

"Do you hear the new news about our manager?" She asked me immediately when she saw me. No, good morning, just gossiping early in the morning.

"Not today, Sarah. Everything I want to discuss today with you is about work, and anything aside from that, I'm not available."

I turned to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for myself.

"What is wrong with her?" I heard Hannah asking Sarah.

"I don't know. I think she knows the manager from somewhere." Sarah replied to her.

I turned to them, "On second thought, I think I will eat breakfast in the company." I told them and turned to the door instead.

"Try to force her to talk." I heard Hannah saying to Sarah.

I would love to see her try.

We got to the company, and I parted ways with Sarah to go to the coffee room in the company to make an early morning coffee for myself. I got in and Ben was there with his girlfriend.

I ignored them and went to make my coffee, paying less attention to them until I was done, I left them there.

I got to my cubicle, and there was a pile of files on my desk. I paused and glanced at everyone who was surprisingly very focused on work that morning.

"Sorry, who dumped these garbages on my desk?" I asked.

Everyone turned to me, and I pointed at the pile of files.

Some of them opened their mouths to answer me, but didn't voice out a word, they closed their mouths and continued with what they were doing.

"I said, who..."

I was cut off, "I did."

I paid attention to the person, getting ready to trash him, but the words stuck in my throat.

"Mr Reilly?" I mumbled the manager's name, hoping I pronounced it correctly.

"I put the files there on your desk, and I am expecting you to be done with them in an hour." He said to me.

My face pulled with confusion and I stared between the documents and the manager. "I don't understand what you're talking about, Mr Reilly. Aren't we supposed to be scrutinizing new employees and some old ones who deserve promotion? When do we start doing paperwork in the department about... what now?"

I didn't know where I got that boldness to face him from, I only knew I did.

I knew the reason was that he was not looking scary, though he spoke harshly, however, he didn't look like it.

He moved closer to me and intimidated me with his height and his perfect body. "You are eloquent, Miss Shane."

"Thank you, Mr Reilly."

"Do you know something about eloquent people?" He asked me, and I shook my head. "They always get into trouble with their untamed mouths."

His voice had changed, it was treading the path of that cold way where he would shout my brain out. I could hear it, the silent warning in his voice and the underlying tone daring me to say more words.

I had not begun with new job hunting, so I shouldn't be so senseless with this one.

I smiled at him my best fake smile, one with my eyes hidden inside my skull and my teeth all out. "I think paperwork is better than checking the lives of people all day long, Mr Reilly," I told him.

"That is what I thought too, Miss Shane."

I gently sat down on my seat and kept that smile on until he walked out of sight.

I dropped the smile and angrily gulped down my coffee in one gulp, taking in the hotness to distract myself.

I trashed the disposable cup and slammed my hand on the files, "I. HATE. YOU." I picked the words one after the other and squeezed the file before me like it was the source of my problem.

I got myself back, and my eyes popped at how rough the file that took my anger was. It had even torn on one side.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly took the file to reprint another one. I returned to my seat and got busy.

I worked swiftly like I've never done before, and during lunch break, I was busy.

Sarah had invited me for lunch during the break period, but since I was not done with my appointed job, I turned her down.

It was close to the closing period in the company when I was done with the files. I stretched my stiff body and stood up with the files in hand.

I began my journey to the manager's office, and it was not a long distance. I got there and stood face to face by his door.

'What if I enter and he pushes me to the door and takes me right there?' I thought, and giggled. That would be sweet.

I adjusted my shirt and cleaned my unstained teeth with my tongue. I ignored the unstoppable groan from my stomach, which kept on reminding me that I had not eaten anything all day, and I knocked at the door.

"Come in." That was the voice of a girl answering me.

A girl?

I didn't put much thought into it. I opened the door and entered.

"Sir, I'm...." I paused from what I was about to say and halted due to the sight in front of me.

The manager was on a couch in his office, and the vice president was on his lap. She looked so flushed as if they were just done kissing or taking a break from something I didn't want to talk about.

So, it was true. They are engaged.

I didn't know why I wished that news was a lie, but seeing it now broke me.

"Why are you here?" The vice president asked me.

"I came to deliver the documents," I replied to her.

"Oh, those documents in the morning? Trash them, they are to be trashed." The manager told me.

"Wait.. What?" I mumbled with my dead soul, "I worked on this throughout the day." I pointed out to him.

"That is your punishment for all the mistakes you have been making," He told me, "And you just make another."

That was none of my problem. Everything was breaking me. The sight in front of me, the pain of skipping lunch for work, only to know it was not relevant.

Everything hit me.

A lone tear slipped out of my eyes, and I threw the files on the floor.

"I QUIT!"