Chapter 9

Marcie's POV

It was already getting late, and I was still outside waiting for the clothes vendor to arrive, even though he had told me he was on his way.

I would not blame him for the delays; I would rather blame the person who sent me here to punish me for what he knows he is at fault for.

I kept calling the vendor, and he gave me excuses and asked me to be patient.

One thing I hated doing was going home late or being seen hanging around at night; besides, the country is not even too safe at night.

After waiting for almost two hours, he finally arrived. As he saw the deadly look on my face, he started smiling from afar.

All I did at the moment was ask myself who the hell he was smiling with, because I probably knew it was not me.

He came up with a lot of excuses and apologies, but that was not my problem. All I needed was the clothes of my wicked boss.

Immediately, he handed them over to me; I headed back to the office without saying goodbye to the vendor.

I was just thinking of a better way to punish my boss for the whole ill-treatment he was giving me.

As I got to the office, I noticed that almost everyone was gone, and the ones that remained were already about to go.

I rushed into the elevator heading to his office so that I could hand over his property to him.

As I got there, his assistant was already gone and the office was locked up. I was really annoyed because of the time I wasted.

All I needed to do was to take the clothes home. Maybe I could hand them over to him tomorrow. But what if he decides to create trouble out of it?

He was already looking and hoping for my downfall, but it would not be a victory for him.

I went back downstairs ready to go home when I saw a staff member who held the keys to the office.

I explained to him exactly what was going on because he demanded to know the reason why I was still upstairs all the while.

He advised me to take the clothes to the CEO if I wanted to avoid issues. So, his character is not even a new thing to his staff.

They were all aware of his attitude towards the appearance of things.

Where the problem came from is that I do not know where he resides, and I have to hand the clothes over to him as soon as possible.

I asked the staff for a bit of help, and then he assisted me with packing up my bag and also finding the address for me.

As I received the address, I got onto the road again and headed for his house.

Getting there, his house was looking good even though it was night already, but I did not care about anything at all.

I banged on his door as though he had been owing me a huge amount of food for some decades now.

As he came to get the door, he was really shocked to see me, or better still, he was afraid.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked me angrily.

The question was another reason for me to hate him because he was the one who sent me on the errand.

After giving him the response he deserved, he collected his clothes and then asked me to come in.

Even if I were a senseless person, the last thing I would do is step my feet into his house.

I knew he had ulterior motives towards me, but I was not going to fall victim to his traps.

It was already night, and that was the perfect time for people to commit crimes without leaving a trace behind.

"Well, since you are not going to come in, keep standing there and do not even think of going away because I am not yet done with you," he said to me as he took his clothes to go in.

What have I done to him to deserve such cruelty from him? I had to wait for him to come out.

Maybe he wanted to send me on another errand for him.

It was his turn to behave as he liked, because I would still pay him back tenfold for what he had done.

As he came out, he started locking up his door. It was as though he was going out. I just stood, watching him to see his next move.

"Follow me," he said to me as he moved towards the garage.

Maybe he wanted to hand something over to me. I went with him, and then he asked me to get into the car.

I refused to go into the car even as he tried intimidating me. He had to come around and force me to get in.

I struggled, but he was much stronger, taller, and bigger than me. The weight of his hands alone was really massive.

"Okay, fine, I will get to the car," I gave up when I could not resist him.

I peacefully entered, but I was boiling in anger and thinking of a good strategy to pay him back.

"Please, put your location on the map," he asked rudely, even though he added please to his words.

I had no option but to put it on, and then he started driving.

All I expected was to receive torment from him as I was in his car, but he remained silent while my nose was in the air.

I did not even trust him at first until I started seeing familiar places, and then I realized that he had actually brought me home.

Maybe he was being tormented by his conscience, but that was not my problem. As soon as he stopped the car, I came down without saying a word to him.

If he was expecting a thank you from me, then he has to be a joker. He should be the one thanking me for running errands for him.

I started going to the entrance of my door when he called my attention.

"Be really careful when going out at night and avoid anything that will bring you out this late," he started lecturing me after he was the cause of everything.

"And try remaining in the location you are supposed to be so that people do not start searching for you anyhow," I responded to him and went into my house.

I just went straight to my bedroom, angrily thinking of a good comeback.