Abigail
"You’re seriously going back there?"
Annette stood in the bathroom doorway, an oversized orange sleep shirt draped across her body.
Her arms were crossed over her chest as she watched adjust my sunglasses in the mirror.
I looked like shit. I an, the sunglasses were doing their best, but nothing could hide my swollen and red-rimd eyes.
It felt like soone had rubbed sand into them.
It turns out that when you cry for four hours, your eyes get all pinpricky like soone shoved a thousand needles in them.
"I’ll be fine," I cleared my throat, trying to reduce the hoarseness in my voice. I didn’t think I had cried this much when Drake cheated on .
On second thought, I probably had, ti had just passed enough for it to seem like I hadn’t.
Hilarious, wasn’t it?
My world had gotten thrown upside down when I found Drake cheating on .
Now it was I who was being cheated with. I had enabled a cheater.
Every single ti I scread his na and begged for him to fuck harder, he had a wife and kid at ho!
Screw this. Screw him.
The tears pricked the corner of my eyes again, and with a low, strangled sob, I bit them back.
"Abby."
"I can’t just ’not go’, Annie." I smoothed the front of my blouse with both hands, the scene at work yesterday replaying over and over in my head.
"I have a job to do. Personal issues cannot mix with work, that would be so unserious of . And I can’t quit."
"Nobody’s saying quit. I’m saying take a sick day. You’re entitled to sick days. This..." she gestured at , "This qualifies for a sick day. Take a leave or sothing, babes,"
My throat tightened, and I dug my nails into my palm hard enough to feel it. I forced myself to breathe out.
"He has a daughter, Annie," I whispered. "A fourteen-year-old daughter,"
"Stop." Annette crossed the room. She wrapped her arms around from behind, her chin on my shoulder, her eyes eting mine in the mirror. "Stop replaying it. It doesn’t help."
"I know."
"He didn’t tell you. You didn’t know. That’s on him, not you."
"I know." I sniffed, bringing my hands over my face. " I know. I never thought he could do this. Not in a million years, even now, so part of doesn’t want to believe it."
"You didn’t know." Annette rocked gently.
"I’ll be fine," I snifled, patting her arm and holding my chin up. No more tears, I was tired of them.
Annette held on for one more second. Then she let go and stepped back.
"Text every hour."
"Isn’t that excessive?"
"Every hour, Abigail." She replied sternly, her brows drawn together in a non negotiable manner.
"Okay, okay," I mumbled, giving her a tight hug before walking out of the bathroom.
***
It was unfair that his corporation remained the sa. I got my whole world rocked in this building yesterday, but no one would know.
When I arrived on the top floor, he was already in the office, behind his desk, tapping rapidly on his computer.
My stomach grew queasy when his eyes flicked up to et mine. I fixed my eyes on his forehead instead before I burst into another round of tears.
How dare he turn into a howrecker? It was so hard seeing him as a cheat.
Moral lesson : Never sleep with your boss, you never know the can of worms you’ll find under his bed.
"Good morning, Mr Wolfe," I opened my tablet.
"You have a call with the Singapore office at nine, which I’ve moved to nine-fifteen because their team lead is traveling. They sent a revised copy for the engine chanics yesterday."
"The board summary from yesterday has been sent as well. The eting with the team from Dorian is at eleven-thirty, and Jas will have the car ready at eleven."
I lowered the tablet, aware of his gaze burning holes into my skin.
"Are you okay, Abby?"
Was I okay? Oh yeah, I’m fine as a fucking peach. I bit back the retort and droned on instead. "Is there anything on the schedule you would like to adjust?"
His jaw tightened. "We need to talk about yesterday."
"Your nine o’clock call will be connecting in a few minutes, sir."
"Abigail." His voice dropped to that low, deep tone, and the mory of him calling my na in his bathroom had gripping the tablet harder. "Please, can we talk. You don’t-"
"Once again," I spat, keeping my eyes fixed on his forehead. "Is there anything on the schedule you would like to adjust, Mr Wolfe?!"
He exhaled through his nose. "Dorian is calling off the partnership."
My eyes left his forehead to et his, against my better judgnt. "What?"
"I got the call yesterday. They want to terminate the contract. The eting today is to find out why and to discuss the settlent terms."
Why would they suddenly pull out of a contract that they had been working with us on for months?
"Noted, sir," I bit out, strutting out of his office before he said anything more.
After the calls, around ten am, we were in the elevator, ready to leave for the eting at Dorian company.
Staying in an enclosed space, in the sa elevator where he had teased with his fingers in the middle of several other workers, shittiest idea ever.
The doors closed, and it was just us, the two of us in a tal box going down. I fixed my eyes on the numbers above the door and counted my own breaths.
In. Out. In. The sunglasses were still on.
"I can explain," he rasped. "I know you don’t want to hear it right now but I need you to know, Abigail. I am a very private man and-"
"Mr. Wolfe, Please don’t."
"Abigail," His hand reached for my arm, and I stepped sideways imdiately as if it were a knife and he would stab .
"Touching without my consent," I gritted out, keeping my eyes on the numbers, "would be a violation of my rights."
From the corner of my eye, I saw him stiffen. His eyes flashed with hurt as he curled the hand reaching for into a fist.
"Violation of your rights? How could you say that to ?"
My throat tightened. My nails found my palm again and dug into it, the pain stopping from lting or softening. How could I not say that to him?
Once the doors opened, I launched out of the Corp like a freaking catapult and made my way to the car park. The nape of my neck prickled with awareness as if soone... soone was watching .
User Comments
0 comments from readers