Fall In Love With Lover: The Temptation of a Beautiful Secretary

Bickering

"You have no right to ask me that. You're just a cheap woman who should thank you for getting this job. I'm warning you, don't even try to betray me. Because I will be the most troublesome enemy to you, Miss Cecilia!" Zea threatened.

I let out a long sigh, feeling like I was holding a time bomb at the moment. "Miss, all the things I did to Mr. Jackson were because of your duty. No more than that." I explained to her.

"Cecilia, you've been caught on vacation with her. You still want to tickle me? I could've reported this to the police because you had left with my husband. Are you challenging me to do it?"

"Mrs—"

"Miss Cecilia, don't think I don't know if you're in cahoots with Jackson. If I get the evidence, then don't ever think I'll survive." He then hung up the phone.

Immediately, fear haunted me. My heart rate is unstable in pumping this blood flow. I feel depressed and unable to think. The fear of Zea's threat enveloped my entire mind.

Oh my God, that's exactly what Angela said. Zea tried to wash her hands of her actions.

I feel frustrated in this situation. I want to go as far away from the problems I face as possible. But will everything solve my problem? It only made things worse if I left until I was found out. It is better that I never accept this task at all.

...

Seconds by seconds finally passed. Minutes by minutes passed. Hour after hour, it keeps changing. I'm still trying to calm myself down. I called Angela to reconcile my heart and mind. But honey, Angela didn't pick up my phone tonight.

Cecilia, you have to fight alone. Be excited, don't give up easily!

My soul is like cheering me on who is starting to weaken. I felt cornered by all of Zea's attitude towards me. Not knowing how it will be, I try to just give up. Good or bad, someone has arranged it. In this remnant of my faith I must believe that God will help me from the problems that arise. For I am sure that the Lord will never forsake His servant.

Tomorrow...

Today I decided not to go to work because my mind was messed up instead of playing. And now I'm sitting in the park alone. Parks near the Children's Park. I saw mothers taking their children to school. Their performance was like they wanted to attend an event there. May want to take a semester report card or there is a special event being held.

If I had parents.

Sometimes loneliness envelops this heart. I am still a man with a conscience. It will not forever be a demon because of worldly currency. Sometimes I get tired of everything I do. But because of the needs of life, inevitably I have to continue the work.

My work may be underestimated by many, especially women. I can't deny that some of them might be disgusted by me because of this job. But, know if there is a good intention of each transaction.

In addition to making money, I can also help others. Helping a wife from a castor who tried to take her husband. Or help a wife from her husband's cruelty. But for some reason since I received the mission from Zea, I was like a misstep.

From morning I sat here. The hunger pummeled my stomach which began to rumble. Then I headed to the food stall that was on the side of the road. I intend to stomach my stomach. I did wake up early but immediately cleaned clothes because I intended to return to the rented house. Somehow later, I just live what is.

Half an hour later...

At half past ten in the morning I had just finished breakfast. I sat at the very end of the food stall near this school. I didn't bring my own car, I took a taxi. Deliberately not carrying a car because my mind is in a mess. It is feared that carrying a car will cause an accident. So I'll just take a cab.

I had trouble sleeping last night and had to gulp a glass of warm milk. The last six years this time I drank a lot of milk, because usually sipping alcoholic beverages to accompany me in the action. And now the effect of that intoxicating drink I feel. My body becomes less stable and easily tired if I have to run far. I was the second runner in my school race.

I came out of the apartment dressed in thick clothes to cover my eyes. I admit that I cried last night. This self-weeping that is now in the circle of the rich. If I had parents, my life wouldn't be like this. Maybe even better with mediocre economic conditions.

Today I wore a white blouse with an open shoulder. While my subordinates I wear long blue jeans. My look is fashionable, not too old after all. So it is still appropriate to wear young clothes. My chest and hips cannot be covered. Maybe my advantage is here.

Now I'm still in the food stall enjoying the orange juice that hasn't run out. A few breaths came out of my chest. Maybe it's time for me to take a complete break from work. After things improve, I will find another job or open a business according to my own hobby. I don't know, at this time I can't imagine, because the current one still feels messy.

Any calls?

Shortly after, my phone rang. I saw who called and it turned out that Jackson was the one who called me. I was confused whether I should pick up the phone or not.

Today I did skip work without telling anyone. I did it on purpose to get Jackson to call me. Let him be angry as long as there is talkative material for us. But not for now because I want to calm my mind first.

"Thank you no, huh?"

I really miss him. But maybe a woman's nature does want to come first, so that sense of prestige holds me back from contacting her. I was wrong to throw him out. And now Jackson's calling me.

I don't know how to start a conversation with Jackson. I feel like I've reached a dead end because of my current position. Wrong back, forward especially.

If I could fly, I would fly to save myself. Unfortunately this is not a fantasy story that suddenly can have wings to run. All I could do was hold on while thinking about how to survive their savagery. At least that freedom I got, only then immediately went as far away from them as possible.

Uh, he called again?

I ignored Jackson's call once, but he called again. This second call made my heart thump for fear of hearing him angry. But how about it, I don't want to be bothered by it either.

I take a break from my daily routine to improve my mood and thoughts. Then I just took the phone from him. Pretend he doesn't know if he's calling me. Shortly, the message sounded. The message came from Jackson.