I could barely control the rate at which my heart was beating. It was pounding fast and hard against my chest. I had suggested this, why the hell was I feeling this way? I walked towards the visitor and sat down hoping he didn't notice. Thankfully he didn't because his back was still facing me.‘I have thought long and hard about this. You are right. It's the only option. But if it will make you feel better I feel horrible for making you do this.’ He turned facing me but could barely look me in the face.‘okay. I will do my best.’ I replied.‘no don't do your best. Be lazy. Do everything in your power to ensure he kicks you out. We will be more than willing to take you back.’ His voice rose.I smiled. Somehow those words made my heart calm a little.‘Yes sir.’ I nodded shyly.‘You have this week to pack. I really hate sending you there.’ His eyes were looking at me in a very strange manner. ‘I will be okay. I may not look like it but I am one tough girl.’ I said hoping to assure him

Asher frowned and knocked again but the man was adamant. He did not reply.‘Can you help me here?’ Asher turned to me. I never knew he would ask for my help. Pushing past him eagerly, I walked to the door. ‘Sir, please can you open it? We just want to talk.’ We waited for a few seconds before the door opened with a creak.‘come in if you want.’ Old John grumbled.We both entered the house. The house was small and with Asher in it, it looked even smaller. There was a picture of a goofy young man and a very pretty lady hanging on the wall. Flowers were placed on the table and by the television stand.Old John gave Asher an angry look. ‘what do you want?’ He asked not to offer us a seat. So we stood awkwardly close to the door. ‘good evening sir, I know you don't want us here. I am Asher Hardin and this is my secretary Lorie Amaris.’‘Oh miss, pardon my rudeness, take your seat please.’ Old John invited me, taking me by my arm to the living room. I smiled following him.Still stand

The weekend past quickly and soon it was Monday. I groaned as I forced myself out of bed. I did my morning business and got ready for work. I was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a sky blue sleeve. Checking the mirror and seeing that I was fit to go, I left the house.I stood where the cab had dropped me staring at the magnificent building where I would now call my work place. It was big. It was different from Asher's company but it was still as almost as big as our company. Oh my former company. I signed. It was going to take a while to adapt to this new environment.I walked in to the receptionist. She was chewing a gum while checking her painted face in the mirror.‘good morning.’ I greeted she didn't reply. She was obviously paying more attention to an eyelash that have gotten out of line. I stood awkwardly there waiting for her to reply me. I didn't know which floor Henry's office was located and she wasn't ready to help.When she was done with her lashes, she turned to me

The next day, I left for work very early, since I was expected to come an hour earlier than my boss. This was ridiculous. I get the fact that as employees that we need to arrive early butan hour earlier is ridiculous and what's more ridiculous is the fact that if one arrives a minute later it would be considered late.Despite my efforts to make it to the office an hour earlier than Henry who arrives exactly at 7 am, I arrived at the office thirteen minutes past six. The traffic was horrible. The receptionist was more friendly than the last one. I met her yesterday when I was going home. She had smiled at me saying she hopes we get along. Hopefully she still won't be strict with the arrival time thing.‘Good morning Lorie.’ She was smiling brightly at me. It wasn't fake.I returned the smile.‘Good morning Mia.’ I said waving at her.‘You came exactly thirteen minutes late. I will assume it’s because you are new.’ She said, glancing briefly at her watch and gave me a booklet. ‘write

Lorie’s pov ‘I have said it and that's final.’ He said throwing his shoe at me. Luckily my reflex was good. I bent down dodging the shoe aimed at my head. I wasn’t ready to show up at work with a bruise or masked with makeup to cover the dark spots caused by his hits.‘Garrett I can't really. We are having a gala hosted by the company that day and as the secretary I ought to be there.’ I said trying to make him see reasons with me but being Garrett he was adamant.He wanted me to go to his family house the same day we were hosting a gala, to help his mother with house chores. The thing is, they have a house help yet they wanted me to come over to assist as their son's girlfriend claiming it was a traditional thing. If it weren't for the gala I might have considered going.‘Who the hell is giving you the audacity to talk back at me?’ He growled as his hands reached out for my throat but I was quicker. Days like this with Garrett have made my reflex response better.‘I'm just saying th