Chapter 19 - Embarrassed

Rosa's Pov.

I went to sleep that night hating Andres, and it only got worse when I found out that I had lost my phone at the lagoon.

I had a warm bath that night, and all through, I couldn't get my mind off the fact that he literally rebuked me for saving his ass.

“Proud brat,” I sneered, before falling asleep that night.

Waking up late the next morning due to no alarm being set on a phone, I had taken my bath and dressed up only to feel nauseous.

“Is something bad about to happen?” I asked, but dismissed the thought, especially since I was no fortune teller.

“Are you going now?” Quinn asked from the sofa as I descended the stairs, and I nodded.

“Gosh, I miss you so much whenever you're not around. I hate being lonely,” she told me with a frown, and I smiled.

“Then get yourself a job, it is that easy.”

“Are you mocking me?” She asked, and I shrugged.

Quinn can't have a job; she spends most of her time with the computer, helping me one way or another.

It is partly my fault.

“I never will. Can you lend me one of your phones? I lost mine,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes, handing it over to me while I smiled.

“Thanks, you're the best,” I said, blowing her kisses before walking out.

I synced my contact with her phone immediately and sent Morgan a message that she should use this line to reach me for now.

I hailed a taxi nearly immediately and told it where I was going.

I was already behind schedule because of the fact that I overslept after a warm bath, but it seemed as if I wouldn't make it in time as we encountered traffic on the way.

“What happened in front?” I asked the driver, who shrugged at first, but then turned off the engine and came down, walking to the front, only to come back with a frown.

“A tanker had an accident over at the front, and it's causing a major blockage, though there are people there already clearing up the place; it would take a while,” he told me, and I groaned.

Almost immediately, I got a text from Morgan and opened it with difficulty.

‘Okay, where are you? Boss Andres ordered a meeting twenty minutes ago!’

I gulped before typing ‘I'm at a traffic jam, not sure I can make it in time, I'm sorry.’

I held the phone for a while before pressing send, then I turned it off. There is no way I want messages flooding in.

After an hour or so, the road cleared up, and the driver raced with full speed to the company, but I knew that we were already late.

I paid and thanked him, rushing it as I tried so much to ignore the averted gaze that fell on me.

‘What is she doing here?’

‘Is she just coming?’

‘Boss Andres wouldn't like that.’

‘I know she's definitely getting sacked.’

“I'm the one who saved your stupid boss from killing himself, idiots,” I sneered under my breath, pressing the button of the elevator, only for it to open with Morgan standing in.

“Rosaura, why are you just coming? I've been calling and…”

“No time to explain, where is the meeting hall?” I asked her breathlessly, and she sighed.

“The first floor, but if I were you, I wouldn't go now, Boss Andres is already in a bad mood, your presence might…”

“Thanks,” I told her hurriedly, tapping on the elevator button as it closed up and began highlighting.

I tapped repeatedly on the floorboard, unable to hide my restlessness.

The elevator opened, and I practically ran out, rushing to the hall and opening the door only to meet Andres in the middle of his sentence.

“..WE ARE LOSING OUR STOCKS, AND NONE OF YOU HAVE AN IDEA OF A WAY F…” He paused, turning and acknowledging my presence.

The hall was filled with different faces, all staring at me, but the only ones I recognized were Brian and Denzel. I could see the fear in their eyes. Were they scared for me?

“Why are you just coming?” Andres asked me in a calm voice that sounded rather devilish, why am I scared? No, I can't be frightened by this man in baby form; it's not possible.

“I was stuck in a traffic jam,” I told him, suddenly feeling more confident, but the look in his eyes seemed to reduce that bit by bit.

“Your normal resumption time is 8:00, time is 10:30, were you stuck in a two-hour jam?” He asked me, and I gripped hold of my bag.

“I overslept, sir.” I expected him to understand, since I nearly fell sick yesterday, but instead, he chuckled.

“So, if the meeting was of great importance and your presence was needed urgently, what would you tell me? That you overslept?” He asked me, and I avoided his eyes.

Why were they raging fire?

“I think you should understand, sir,” I mumbled slightly, feeling uncomfortable as his gaze burned through my clothes into my skin.

“Understand what? Understand that you are very unfit for your job? You just started working, and you feel so comfortable oversleeping,” He told me, and I frowned.

Why is he blaming me for a natural course in nature?

“You can't blame me, Sir, I am human, and it happens most times,” I said, suddenly feeling angry. Why am I allowing myself to be questioned by this man?

“Oh, then everybody here except you is an animal, because they all missed their sleep, they are not humans,” He asked, and I could see that some of them were trying to hide their laughter.

I knew arguing with him was pointless, so I looked for an empty seat and, on finding one, sat down and placed my bag on the table. All eyes were on me.

“Please proceed with the meeting, sir,” I told him calmly,  after I noticed that everywhere seemed quiet and I felt his steps come closer.

He placed his arm on the top of my chair and said,

“You're fired.”

Maybe he had expected a response from me, maybe crying and begging him, but I did none of that sort. Instead, I gave him a simple reply.

“Okay, can we at least finish with the meeting first?” I asked him, and the people gasped in surprise.

“Are you deaf? I said, "You're fired, I know, I know, the so-called important meeting?” I asked him, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

“If you are trying to act nonchalantly cool, then you're doing a bad job,” he told me, and I smiled.

“I'm not sure about that, sir.”

“Get the fùvk out of my company, or else I'll….”

“You'll what?” A voice came, and I turned to see Gary, standing by the door and staring at us.

I felt disgusted immediately, but controlled myself and forced a smile.

“I know you're taking her side, Gary,” Andres said, staring at him with eyes that are now suddenly quiet.

“I am, brother, and there is nothing you can do about it.”