FOR MONEY
THE PRESDIR DUCAN ALLEGATIONS
Morning is back bright. Everyone was excited to welcome the morning. But not with me. My mood is still very bad. My sleep isn't even good. Working in a mood like this keeps me from getting excited.
Secretary Clarisa and President Ducan came together. Looks like they just finished attending a meeting outside. I immediately stood up and stepped towards the pantry, doing my routine tasks.
I put his coffee on the desk where the old man is sitting right now. Surprisingly, he kept looking at me. Watching me as I entered. Makes me feel wrong. He doesn't usually see me. Often indifferent to the thought of my arrival every time I entered his room.
I occasionally glanced at his face with a blink. To see if he's still watching me. Horrifically. The man's eyes didn't even blink at all.
What's with the old man? Why does he keep looking at me. Is there anything strange about my appearance today?
I look at my shoes and clothes. Tilted my hair too.
There's nothing wrong. But what about his gaze? Like not liking.
When did he ever like it?
Just let it go.
I stepped back, then bowed a little before leaving the room.
“Wait!” Commandment's holding me back.
It stands. Walked near me.
“You still serve a man?”
Serving a man? Why suddenly ask like that. Whatdoes thatmean?
“Sorry President. I don't understand.”
“Last night you were with a man right?”
With a man? Last night?
Wait for.. Did he see me with Dean last night?
“True President..”
“So it's true you still serve a man?” The tone started high.
He was standing right in front of me. A distance of one meter. His eyes keep looking at me. I only dared to stare at him for a moment then bow my head back.
“No President. I mean, I was right with a guy last night. But I do not serve.” Well.how to explain it. “Me and the man.”
It's not over I explained the old man was back talking high.
“I don't want people to know that I hire women like you in this company.”
“Sorry President. I really don't do anything like that anymore. Me and the guy last night, we were friends. We just had dinner” Obviously I was a little laid out.
“Friends? Is it that close? Bedmate means?”
“No President Ducan, I.”
“Stop reasoned.”
He gave me no chance to explain.
“I will force you very roughly out of this company if you are caught still being a servant woman.”
Butler. I am ashamed to hear those words. I regret ever knowing that job.
I bowed silently. Can't say anything.
So this accusation was the intent of his gaze earlier.
“Out!” He kicked me.
I bowed my head before stepping out.
“Wait.”
What again?!!
“Take this.”
He put a goodie bag very roughly on his desk.
Whatisit? I slowly approached and took it.
“You washed that shirt clean.”
*Table?* I peeked at that goodie bag. Oh. Yesterday's shirt was dirty because of my coffee.
“Good President. I'll wash it.”
Until it's clean. Until there's no stain left like your brain.
I immediately rushed out of the room. The longer it goes in there, the more my neck will come out with a big boil (Hole).
I'm back on my shirt. I threw the goodie bag under the table and stepped on it.
A day doesn't piss me off can't the old man?
“Assistant Qeezya, can you please retype this agenda.” Secretary Clarisa's orders came to give me my shirt's agenda.
“Good Secretary Clarisa.”
“After you finish email to me!”
“Good.”
“Thanks yes.” He said with a smile. “Oh yes. Last night I saw you with a man. Is she your boyfriend?”
“Tast night?”
“Iya. In a cafe.”
Secretary Clarisa also saw me. They were both at the cafe, too. Are they dating there?
“No Secretary Clarisa. We are just friends.” I answered with a smile, even though my heart was bad.
“But your relationship looks warm. I'm not sure you guys are just friends.” Secretary Clarisa tried to tease me.
“Really. We're just friends. The man already wants to get married.” I clearly.
“Oo.. Excuse me. I think he's someone special. Turns out I was wrong.”
You're right Secretary Clarisa, Dean is indeed someone special. What's wrong is the feeling I still want it.
“But I like to see the friendship of a woman and a man of that familiarity. Looks sweet.”
It is better to explain to people who have a heart. He would never hurt anyone's feelings.
SERIATE...
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