Bad Dream

Eleanor's POV

A white Roll-Royce Phantom pulled up in front of me after an hour.

To be honest, anytime I see his car, my heart skips a beat.

I couldn't see through his tinted windows. His bodyguard came out of the car and opened the door for me.

The last time I was in his car, things didn't go so well.

“Do you want me to come carry you inside the car? He asked.

I composed myself and got in. I kept my hands on my thighs and sat straight with my back pressed against the seat.

I tried composing myself to act calm, but my heart kept erupting like a volcano.

We drove away from the hospital space and I started to get relaxed.

I saw Michael looking at everything and his expression changed.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Donovan, I needed the sick leave. I had a cold and needed treatment. I will resume work tomorrow, I feel better now.”

“Take your time, don't be in a rush.”

“What about the deduction of salary? I carefully asked.

He looked and I paused without saying a word.

I felt embarrassed mentioning it