Chapter 3

Hezekiah felt so tired. " I hope to win the lottery to be a queen," she said. She was lying in her bed. Still waiting for her boyfriend's reply.

Deciding to take a brief nap while awaiting his reply, she told herself, "I will just nap. I will call him later." After a short 10-minute nap, she was awakened by a sound.

Excitedly realizing it was Sandro, she picked up the call, saying, "Hello, babe?"

"Hello, how are you? Sorry, I didn't notice your call earlier and text. I am so busy," he explained.

"No, babe it's okay. I'm tired. we closed the deal with one of the last target investors we had, and she likes my design," she proudly said to him.

"Yes, I am, but babe. Can I cancel our date tomorrow? I have a very important meeting with my client," he said.

Hezekiah felt a little bit sad but grateful she was ultimately relieved not to have conflicting plans.

"It's okay, babe. I will go somewhere tomorrow too. Our big investor invited us to his birthday party, babe, and he expects me to be there."

"Are you invited too? Wow, that's incredible, babe," he said.

Expressing admiration, Sandro said, "Wow, babe. That's nice."

Curious about his location, Hezekiah asked, "Where are you right now? Are you still working?"

Sandro is very busy because booming in his career as a Lawyer. He handles a lot of cases.

"Yes, babe. I will go home after reviewing this one document."

During their conversation, they shared details about their hectic days. Despite Hezekiah's persistent fatigue, the chat continued. As the discussion wound down, she let out a yawn.

Concerned for her well-being, Sandro suggested, "Sounds like you need some rest, babe. Get a good night's sleep, and we'll catch up soon, okay?"

Hezekiah agreed, acknowledging her exhaustion. "Yeah, you're right. I'm really tired. Take care, babe, and good luck with your meeting tomorrow. "Hezekiah replied.

"I love you, babe. Goodbye, see you soon," Sandro expressed.

"I love you more, babe. Goodnight." Hezekiah said before ending the call.

After taking a bath, as she lay back in bed, Hezekiah couldn't shake off thoughts about the upcoming event. Despite being invited, she couldn't help but feel like she didn't quite belong to their social strata.

In the morning, Hezekiah woke up to find it was already 9:10 am. As she checked her phone, she was startled by her boss's urgent messages.

"Ms. Peterson, where are you? Are you going or not? I called you a lot, but you're not answering my call!"She reads his boss's message."I am here outside your apartment. Call me back or I will break this door."

Panicking, Hezekiah's eyes widened. "Oh my god! What is he doing here? That bastard!" She quickly got out of bed and rushed to the door, where she saw her boss standing, looking rather bored.

"Finally! I've been waiting for you for 10 minutes. I told you we would fetch you at 9 a.m. You look like you just got up from bed," Darius said, raising his eyebrows and giving her a stare at her from head to foot.

Realizing her disheveled appearance, Hezekiah panicked even more. "Shit," she muttered, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra, and she instinctively put her arms on her chest.

"Please come in, sir. I will just take a bath. Sorry," she hurriedly invited him in and rushed to the bathroom.

"Clumsy girl," Darius commented, smirking, as he entered her apartment.

"Her apartment is small but looks so clean," he commented as he roamed his eyes around the space. Waiting on the sofa, Darius took the opportunity to check the designs, but his attention was quickly diverted by a photo that caught his eye. His gaze landed on a picture of Hezekiah and her boyfriend, prompting him to get up and inspect it closely.

"This is her boyfriend? Oh, the rising famous lawyer. Tsk, not good," Darius muttered, feeling a surge of displeasure toward Hezekiah.

"Are you not done there? Hurry up!" he shouted impatiently, growing increasingly frustrated with the situation.

"I'm done, sir!" Hezekiah shouted back, rushing to the living room. Darius was taken aback by her appearance, but his dissatisfaction was evident when he saw what she was wearing.

"What is that? Why are you wearing that dress?" he questioned disapprovingly.

"Sir, I don't have a nice dress," Hezekiah explained a hint of shyness in her voice.

"I know. Just prepare your bag. Bring some clothes. We will be going to the resort, and we will come back tomorrow," he said in a bossy manner, making it clear that he expected her to follow him.

"What? Pardon, sir? Tomorrow? Why do we have to go home tomorrow?" Hezekiah's eyes widened as she heard the news.

"Yes, Ms. Peterson. Are you deaf? I already told you," replied her boss sharply.

Hezekiah wanted to roll her eyes, but she refrained from doing so in front of her boss. "Sir, I think you may be mistaken. According to the invitation email I received, the venue is located at his hotel," she explained.

"No, I have the final invitation card."He got it from his pocket ."The venue has been changed to their resort due to the large number of guests." Darius Clarified.

"Oh, I see. But sir, I don't have suitable clothes. I won't go."

"I know you're not well-off. Grab your bag now. Don't worry about what to wear; we'll buy something. I'll be waiting in the car. Hurry up, or I'll leave without you," Darius warned after leaving her apartment.

"The bossy jerk. No need to spell it out," she muttered, grabbing her belongings and joining him. He frowned as he looked at her.

"Hurry! You're moving too slowly."

"Sorry, sir," she rushed inside. They headed to the mall, and upon arrival, they entered a boutique.