Chapter 75:
Julie’s Point of View
I pulled my tired body from the bed and rubbed my eyes, trying to grasp the situation, and said in a hoarse voice:
"What is it... what brought you here so early in the morning?"
She didn’t answer; instead, she stepped aside to make way for a guard who was dragging a massive tal clothes rack behind him,
crowded with fabric pieces of various colors and shapes, followed by another guard carrying shoeboxes stacked on top of each other.
I furrowed my brows and looked at the crowded clothes rack in confusion, asking in a low voice:
"What are these clothes?"
Olivia adjusted her stance after the guards left the room, tapping her forefinger on the edge of her crossed arm, saying sarcastically:
"They are your work clothes... for you don’t intend to work as a personal assistant for Mr. Robert in these pajamas of yours, do you?"
I moved toward the clothes with slow steps, reaching out to feel the fabrics; there were long flowing dresses, fabric trousers carefully pressed, and classic shirts with stiff collars.
They were pieces that truly suited an employee in a prestigious company, not a girl in a nightclub.
I raised my gaze to her and said in amazent:
"Anyone who sees these clothes would think I’m going to work in a massive comrcial establishnt."
Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized with a lethal coldness, and she said in a voice dripping with poison:
"I truly don’t know why Mr. Robert chose you to be his personal assistant."
The sa question was gnawing at my mind like a maggot, but I lifted my chin high, trying to regain my pride, and said:
"I don’t know... ask him."
At that mont, she took a step toward , the veins in her neck protruding as she looked at with a terrifying intensity:
"Is it because you seduced him with your cheap thods?"
I felt my blood boil, and I gritted my teeth hard until my jaw almost cramped, and answered her with a rage that made my chest rise and fall violently:
"Respect your words, Olivia... for I am not like you!"
She didn’t back down; instead, a cold malicious smile ford on her face, and she tilted her head sideways while eyeing with a look of contempt, then said in a provocative calmness:
"Really?... And was I the one he carried in his arms two days ago, wrapping my hands around his neck while I laughed?"
A violent shock struck , freezing the blood in my veins as I heard her last sentence,
and I felt as if the ground were shaking beneath my feet.
My pupils dilated in shock, and I said in a fragnted voice that I tried to make indignant:
"What are you saying, you crazy woman? Did you imagine this in your head?"
She stepped toward with confident strides, and the distance between us shrank until I felt her sharp breath, and she said with a hiss dripping with poison:
"Don’t lie, Julie... the guard saw you."
At that mont, I felt a sharp sting in my head; I rembered the night I lost control and drank until I was completely intoxicated.
I swallowed with difficulty, feeling a coldness running through my limbs as I asked myself bitterly:
"Did he really carry when I was drunk? Was I in his lap?"
I began to rub my forehead with trembling fingers, trying to expel those bad thoughts that had started to prey on my mind, and I said to her in a shaky tone, my body jerking with a slight shiver:
"Impossible... I don’t rember this happening at all! You are inventing lies."
Olivia leaned her body toward , and her cold breath brushed my ear as she whispered with a poisoned hiss:
"Your promotion from a re commodity to a personal assistant... we all know how these things happen, Julie."
I froze in my place, feeling a bitter lump choking my throat.
I swallowed with great difficulty, while my fingers intertwined behind my back in a desperate attempt to hide my trembling, and said in a faint, wavering voice:
"Nothing happened... and regarding him carrying , I don’t rember that because... because I was drunk."
At that mont, a twisted smile dripping with malice ford on Olivia’s lips, and she examined my body with a look of contempt that made feel as if I were naked before her.
She took an additional step until my knee struck the edge of the bed, and said in a sharp, bold tone that shook my entire being:
Who are you kidding, little girl?... I know that his dick has entered your pussy.’"
When I heard those words, I felt as if a thunderbolt had struck fatally; the air froze in my lungs and my pupils dilated in a shock that completely paralyzed my limbs.
I remained standing in my place, my body trembling with a slight, invisible shiver, but I could feel it in the marrow of my bones.
I looked at her, and at the lethal coldness in her eyes, and swallowed a bitter lump that almost choked before saying in a voice that ca out shaky yet sharp as a blade:
"I cannot descend to your level, Olivia... no matter how hard I try to reach you, you reside in the lowliest depths."
She tilted her head to the other side with a provocative slowness, raising her eyebrow as she eyed with a scrutinizing look, and replied in a calm tone dripping with poison:
"There is no need to hide the truth, Julie... just admit it, it will be easier for you."
I felt the heat of rage and insult burning my cheeks, so I stepped toward her, pointing a trembling finger toward the door, and shouted at her:
"Get out! Go on... let put on my clothes!"
She let out a ringing, mocking laugh that sent a shiver down my spine, then turned with all her poisoned elegance as she headed toward the exit, saying sarcastically:
"A wonderful way to escape, Julie... a wonderful way."
As soon as the door closed behind her, I collapsed while standing, leaning with a trembling hand on the edge of the bed.
I felt a slight dizziness making the room spin around , and I dug my nails into my palms until I felt the pain stinging my skin.
I began to ask myself in a faint hiss, while doubts preyed on my mind like fierce beasts:
"Did this really happen? Is it possible that he touched ... and I rember nothing?
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