He turns out to be my boss

 

I gently sat in front of him. Only then did I notice that he was with someone else. There is a woman next to him, mid-20s; I think she is his secretary.

 

"This is Ms. Katie Cobb, my secretary."

 

I extended my hand again, and the woman accepted it. Our meeting has started. Ms. Only Cobb speaks. I didn't pay much attention to the man because I was focused on what was mentioned in the contract. There are a few changes, but it's okay because the main plot hasn't been changed.

 

"Right, Mr. Lee?" Mrs. Cobb asked him if I could start working tomorrow morning. I looked at the man, and I caught him just staring at me.

 

"Mr. Lee?" She called again and poked his shoulder.

 

Just now the man was stunned; his eyes widened as he turned to the woman.

 

"Yeah, what?" he asked, confused.

 

"Ms. Marviz can start tomorrow morning, right?” I just looked at them with a smile, even though inside I wanted to go home. He looked sure of me because he saw the ID in my bag, and there were very few people in the world with the name Friah Marviz.

 

"She can start working already. I'll go ahead; Ms. Cobb, follow me when you're done."

 

He faced me and gave me a small smile. "I'll be glad to see you in the company, Ms. Marviz." He stood up and left the restaurant.

 

The secretary and I didn't talk about much other than my schedule, which I signed. There is no turning back. I need to go into them tomorrow. Shall I tell Drenver? Maybe he won't be angry. I didn't tell him who the man was. I had no idea who he was, either.

 

There were dishes on our table, but no one moved them. I'll just wrap it up. It would be a shame to just throw it away. I called a waiter and put all the food on the table in a take-out bag.

 

"Thank you," I said after receiving the bag with only food.

 

I was walking out of the restaurant when I unexpectedly bumped into something.

 

"I'm sorry," I said while caressing my forehead.

 

I accidentally hit someone’s back. I thought it was a wall because it was so hard. The man turned to me. I bowed to him with wide eyes.

 

"I'm sorry, sir." I'm still bent over.

 

"No, it's my mistake. I'm sorry," he said, and I heard a car engine stop in front of us.

 

"Do you have a car going home, Ms. Marviz?" he said while opening the door.

 

 

"You can come with me; where is your house?" he added. I stood up properly. Reading his facial expression. Why did he offer me? Does he want to talk about what happened to us? Why am I thinking that? Do I also want to know?

 

"Thank you for the offer, but I decline it. I'll just get on at the bus stop," I said without looking at each other.

 

"I don't have any meetings. My meetings got canceled," he said, staring at me. His eyes say that rejecting my offer is not unique to me.

 

"I have other errands to run, sir, so thank you for the offer." I give him a thin smile and slightly bow. I didn't even wait for him to speak again. I walked away from his gaze. His car is facing north, and I walk the other way.

 

The way back to our house is the opposite of what I'm doing now. I have nowhere else to go. I'll just let him know because he might insist.

 

I'm not ready to have a long conversation with him. I feel that if I accept his offer and get in the car, we will talk for a long time, and what happened to us will be more topical.

 

I was walking straight when a taxi suddenly stopped beside me. I didn't want to pay attention, so I just passed it by.

 

"Hi, are you Ms. Marviz? I’ll be your driver for today according to him.” The driver said this through his lowered window.

I stopped walking and faced the taxi driver. "Which him are you referring to?" I asked him with a frown.

 

"I will take you to where you are going. It is already paid, madam," he said.

 

"Please tell me who paid before I ride with you." I still insist on knowing who paid him.

 

“The one in the black mercedez, madam. He didn't say his name anymore."

 

Black Mercedes. Do I know someone who owns an expensive car like that?

 

Stupid. It's your boss. Who else did you reject earlier? My mind says to me.

 

I opened the car door and sat in the back seat. "To the Star Dough," I said.

 

I'm just going back to the cafe that Louie and I went to earlier.

 

"I thought Louie was with you?" His ears are turning red in anger.

 

"Yes, Louie was with me earlier. Did you forget that I had a meeting earlier?" I said in a calm tone.

 

"The project you accepted is cheap if you only met at a cafe." He is at the entrance of our kitchen. It is always in the kitchen.

 

"We dined in Saltlik, Drenver. It was just my boss; he forgot to ask something, and he asked where I was."

 

"What fool would go to his employee just to ask, Friah?"

 

"Don't make me stupid." He approached me. I was still leaning on the refrigerator. Because I'm telling the truth.

I arrived at the cafe, then ordered, and sat on the available chairs. While waiting for my order. I saw a familiar appearance outside the cafe. It's Mr. Lee. I don't know why he came to the cafe, but he saw me. He ordered before coming to me and sitting in front of me.

 

Before I could even speak to ask why he was there, someone loudly opened the door of the cafe. Drenver frowned and took heavy steps, then pulled me out and put me in the car.

 

"Is he the guy you slept with, hmm?" he said inches from my face.

In an instant, my mind became blank. My hands are now sweaty. No words want to come out of my mouth. I shook my head to answer his question.

 

“Answer me. Did you cut your tongue?" He asked. He put his hand beside my head.

 

“No." I lied.

 

He is, but it's not what he's thinking. I don't even know why Mr. Lee came suddenly there.

 

“Really?" Looking forward to my answer. “It's my boss, I promise," I said and left his detention with me.

 

 

I turned my back on him. I was about to go to my room when someone stopped my wrist.

 

"We're not done talking." A thunderbolt struck in my ears.

 

I paused for a moment. My cheeks hardened. I can't hear what he is talking about. Why did he change so much? Does my sin affect him so much? I don't mean it. I didn't plan it. I thought we were back again. He was gentle with me. He cared for my feelings, but right now. I live with a monster. I don't see this beast when we've been together for years.

I made one mistake, but why did I feel our relationship was on the verge of breaking?

 

He is holding both of my arms tightly. His eyes are as dark as the sky outside, and his jaw is clenching hard.

I'm hurting, but why don't I have the courage to tell him?

 

"From now on, I will drive you to your office and pick you up every day. Is it clear?" Those words were the only ones I heard from him before he dragged me to our room. He threw me on the bed. I was left alone.

 

The surroundings are quiet. I lay down on the bed. I observed the reddened arms. He was holding me so tightly that it left a mark.

 

My phone vibrated in my pants. I took it and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

 

"Hello?" I said.

 

"Are you all right?" A baritone man asked. "Who is this?" I asked without answering his question.

 

“So you are not saving my contact number?”

 

“Why would I save it if I don't know you?” I minimized my voice. I felt like Drenver was just outside and might hear me talking.

 

"Save it; it's your boss," he said. My mouth trembled, and I stopped to answer, "I'm sorry, sir, I'll save it later." I still bowed even though he couldn't see me.

 

"Why are you calling, sir?" I asked. “I'm asking if you are alright." There was concern in his voice.

 

He was probably just asking if I was okay because he saw Denver earlier.

 

He held my arm earlier. When Denver pulled me outside the cafe, he stopped me. I just quickly looked at what he did. There was a tinge of worry in his eyes, and he was annoyed at the treatment Drenver had seen. He can't do anything, either. I removed his hand that was holding my arm. I'm alright, sir. Is there anything you need from me? "I have a respectful answer.

 

"Nothing, I'm just checking." I could hear Drenver's footsteps outside. I didn't understand what my boss was saying. I quickly hung up and put it in my pocket. I straightened up and pretended I didn't do anything.

 

The cell phone vibrated again, but it was not a call. I took it again and read the message I received.

 

Unknown

 

I hope you are alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Missy.

-Mr. Lee