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“I’m sorry, Em.
I can’t help you with this.
The contract states that, just like the employee can’t resign before the estimated time, the employer can’t fire them until it’s for something major.”
But it is a major issue for me!
I wanted to scream.
“Please, is there nothing you can do?
You could transfer me somewhere else,” I requested.
He shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Em.
And why transfer, though?”
“Uh, nothing.
It’s just…” My voice trailed off.
“Are you scared of something, Ms.
Hutton?”
Ace appeared before me.
“Is there anything that you think you can’t handle?”
He cocked his head.
My jaw clenched.
What was he trying to do?
Was he challenging me?
“I’m not scared of anything or anyone!”
“You sure about that?
Because it seems like you’re desperate to escape the city.
What are you afraid of?”
he fired back.
Something squeezed in my chest.
His questions pricked me.
Did he really not know why I wanted to escape this city so desperately?
“I’m not escaping anything.
I’m not a coward!”
My eyes burned as I defended myself.
“No?
But you’re behaving like one.”
As soon as he said that, regret flashed over his features.
“Emerald, I didn’t mean…”
“You know what, Achilles Valencian?
Go to hell!”
Sending him a glare of wrath, I turned around and stormed away.
Watching
the whole city from the balcony helped me cool my nerves.
When I found this balcony empty, I decided to take a breath in the fresh air.
But his words kept echoing in my head.
Though Ace’s words stung, he was telling the truth.
I was running from someone, him.
I was a coward.
I just didn’t have the courage to be around him more than I could handle.
More than my heart could handle.
But now that a challenge was thrown in my path by him and my fate, was I ready to accept it?
My phone beeped.
Ace: I’m sorry.
I glared at my phone as if I glared at him instead.
Sorry my foot!
He did it on purpose.
To hurt me.
He knew it was a sore subject for me.
Though he never mentioned it, I knew, somehow deep down, he knew of my feelings for him.
That was years ago!
Yes, years ago.
I reminded myself.
I didn’t know what changed, and why he was after me.
But whatever he wanted, he wouldn’t get it.
Gripping the phone tight into my fist, I typed.
Whatever you’re trying to do, you won’t succeed in it.
I won’t let it happen.
Just three months, and I will be free of this contract soon.
You can’t make me stay here forever.
Yes, I decided to face it.
It was high time to face my fears.
I didn’t even have any choice.
Maybe, just maybe, I could finally move on facing my fears?
Who knew?
And in these three months, I could stay with my family.
Plus, Tess’s wedding was approaching.
So, in a way, there were a lot of positive sides if I stayed back and worked here.
It was just a matter of three months, anyway.
I could do it.
After spending some time on the couch, I went back inside and found Caleb’s assistant, Liza.
Once she gave me a tour and explained my job here, we stopped at the management department.
With dozens of cubicles, dozens of people were working tirelessly on their given tasks.
“So, Liza?
Where will I work from?”
I turned to the tall blonde.
“Your office is on the forty-eighth floor.”
My eyes narrowed.
“Office?
Shouldn’t I get a cubicle like the others?
I mean, I’m just a new employee, assisting the head designers.”
“You’re right.
But the boss has given you an office so you don’t have any kind of discomfort.
And trust me, you will love it.”
She smiled.
Caleb?
But wouldn’t that be partiality?
I shrugged.
A personal office didn’t sound so bad.
I wonder if Tess knew about my job in Caleb’s company.
When Liza took me to my office, she was right.
I fell in love with it at the first sight.
It was decorated in a combination of white and blue.
The plush couch, the shelf, and even the beautiful paintings on the walls.
It also had a floor to ceiling window from where I could see the world beneath me.
I breathed in awe as I took in the beautiful view of the busy city from the window.
It was like a customized personal office.
As if someone decorated every single thing with utmost care and affection.
I must thank Caleb for this.
Getting my own personal office kind of reduced the bitterness of the argument I had with his frustrating cousin.
Once Liza left me on my own, I put my head into the work.
It was a little difficult at first, but it all turned manageable with time.
But it needed hard work.
Piles of files were stacked on my white desk.
I didn’t even realize when the sun set in the jam of the work.
And as a newbie at this, I was lacking speed.
A knock on the door made me look up.
A blond head peeked through the door before he strolled in with a small box in his hand.
Blue eyes twinkled with felicity.
“What are you doing here?”
I asked.
“Came to see how my little sister is doing on the first day of her office.
Why?
Is there a problem?”
I rolled my eyes and jutted my chin to the box.
“What’s in it?”
“Cupcakes.
I thought you’d like some after a day full of work,” he said, opening the box.
The mouthwatering sweet aroma of them had me salivating.
Only then I realized how hungry I was.
“Thanks.”
Grabbing one, I took a bite.
“So?
How was your day?
Did you like the office?”
Tobias asked.
“Other than the shock I got after knowing that I was brought here on purpose and who the owner is, everything else was pretty good.
The people over here are very nice and humble.”
He nodded.
“I heard what happened.
But I don’t have any complaints about their decision.
We can have you closer to us, after all.”
I shook my head.
I knew none of my family members would see any problem in it.
For them, whatever Caleb did was right.
I couldn’t even stay upset with him for it.
He didn’t know my reasons.
If I were in his place, maybe I would do the same.
“Hey, I know what you’re thinking.
But don’t worry.
I’m sure Achilles won’t do anything that will make you uncomfortable.
I can talk to him if you want?”
he offered, concern laced his face.
“No need.
It’s not like I’ll have to face him everyday.
Not that I care, but it’s good that Caleb is the owner of this company and not him.
So, there is nothing much to worry about.
I won’t see him often.”
“Who told you Caleb is the owner of this company?”