Saved By Vincenzo ( You Don't Want To Mess With Me And My Employee!)
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Saved By Vincenzo?
Hazel's POV.
"I can't believe this is happening," I muttered to myself as I stepped out of the elevator and began to make my way towards the exit.
My eyes were blurred with tears, and my heart felt heavy with disappointment.
Just a few seconds ago, I was filled with excitement and hope, but now, reality has hit me hard.
Despite my qualifications and hard work, I still couldn't land a job at the company.
How was I supposed to pay off my rent loans and make a living if I couldn't even secure a job in other fields?
As I walked, my mind raced with regret and self-doubt.
'Why did I even bother applying to this company? I should have known that they wouldn't hire someone like me no matter what'.
I couldn't help but feel like a failure as I wiped the tears away from my face. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, to see how broken and defeated I felt.
So, I took a deep breath, put on a brave face, and composed myself as best I could. But the truth was, I was hurting.
I was hurting because I had worked so hard to get to where I was, only to be told that I wasn't good enough.
It was hard not to take it personally, to feel like I wasn't worthy of success or happiness.
"This whole race was just a total waste of my time," I muttered to myself as I made my way towards the door.
My eyes were still red and swollen from crying earlier, and my mind was still reeling from the rejection I had just faced.
"I cursed the day I knew you were the owner of this company!" I thought bitterly, remembering the interview I had just endured.
It had been a disaster from the start, with the interviewer barely paying attention to me and seeming more interested in his files than my qualifications.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even see the man who crashed into me until it was too late.
I stumbled backwards, my shoulder colliding violently with his, and before I knew it, I was on the ground.
"Ahhhh!" I cried out as my hand scraped painfully against the hard surface of the floor.
The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I felt as the man began to berate me loudly.
"Don't you look? Don't you have eyes?" he bellowed, drawing the attention of the other employees around us.
I could feel their eyes on me, judging me, and it only made me feel worse.
I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, to escape the humiliation of the situation but then, what was the reason to be afraid when he was just a human like me.
"You were the one who bashed me , man!" I protested, my heart racing as I tried to defend myself.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me, first the rejection from the job interview, and now this.
As I stood up from the ground and dusted off my dress, I felt a surge of determination.
I was going to stand up for myself and not let this rude man intimidate me.
But the second I looked at his name tag, my heart sank.
"Chairman?!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in shock.
This was the Chairman of the company, the same company that had just rejected me for a job.
"You look too wild for an employee under me! How dare you raise your voice at me?" he thundered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to find the right words to say.
This was not how I had envisioned my day going, and I couldn't believe I had gotten myself into this mess.
As I looked around, I realised that all the employees had stopped what they were doing to witness the altercation between the Chairman and me.
I felt a pang of shame and regret for causing such a scene in front of my supposed potential colleagues.
I inclined my head to the ground, hoping that the embarrassment would soon pass. But the Chairman wasn't done with me yet.
"I'm sorry…" I muttered, even though I knew I wasn't at fault.
"Now you're sorry? And you think sorry is going to save the situation?" he sneered, his words laced with venom.
He used his finger to push my head back, and I felt my anger rising but I had to hold it in.
"I'm… I'm really sorry!" I apologised again, my voice shaking with frustration and pain.
But the Chairman seemed to take pleasure in my discomfort.
He continued to berate me, his voice growing louder and more aggressive with every passing moment.
I felt my confidence slipping away, and for a moment, I wished I could disappear into thin air.
This was not how I had imagined my day going, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake by coming here in the first place.
I wasn't even sure how I was going to behave or react at that moment. I just wanted him out of my way and that was all.
Suddenly as I was still lost in my thoughts, praying that he would let me off the hook just this once, his hand instantly gripped my neck and it made me raise my head to his face.
He was looking a bit my mom's age but then, he was wicked and evil. I could only sense danger standing before him and I was certain he was going to kill me.
As I stood there frozen for a split second, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of fear and panic coursing through my body.
All I wanted was for him to release his hold on me and let me go, but I knew deep down that it wasn't going to be that simple.
In that moment, I felt completely helpless and vulnerable, with no escape in sight.
As his fingers tightened around my neck, I could feel my breaths becoming laboured, and my vision starting to blur.
"Please stop!" I pleaded with him, hoping that my words would somehow penetrate through the thick cloud of anger and hatred that seemed to be emanating from him. "Let me go, please!"
But he didn't seem to hear me, or if he did, he chose to ignore my pleas.
Instead, he just stared at me with cold, dead eyes, his grip only getting tighter with each passing second.
He just kept squeezing my neck, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away. I thought I was going to die.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I stood there, surrounded by other employees, feeling completely helpless and alone.
At that moment, all I could think about was how I had ended up in this situation, how I had let my desperate need for a job lead me to this place.
As I struggled to break free from the grip of the man who was holding me, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret and sadness wash over me.
I had always thought that getting a job would be the solution to all my problems, but now I realised that it had only led me to a place of danger and fear.
As the man continued to laugh and smile at my distress, I felt my fear turning into anger and frustration.
I wanted to fight back, to show him that I wasn't going to be a victim, but his grip was too tight, and I was starting to lose hope.
Just when I thought it was all over, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, strong and commanding.
"Get your hands off her, Bruno!!" I could feel the energy in the room shift as other employees parted to make way for the man who had spoken.
The chairman turned to the direction and instantly, his grip loosened from my neck, giving me a chance to save my life.
I gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs with as much oxygen as possible.
I stumbled backward, trying to distance myself from him too.
I could feel the eyes of the other employees on me, watching me with a mix of fear and pity.
I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. I couldn't believe that I had just been manhandled by the chairman of the company.
With the chairman's grip finally released from my neck, I took a deep breath and turned around to face the source of the familiar voice that had just called out.
It was Vincenzo, the rude billionaire who had rejected me in his office.
He was striding towards me with purpose and authority, his eyes fixed on the man who had just threatened me.
As he approached, I could feel a sense of calmness and assurance washing over me.
There was something about the way he held himself, the way he moved with such confidence and determination, that made me feel safe and protected for a second.
I watched as he came to stand between me and the man who had just tried to harm me, his expression cold and unyielding.
There was no mistaking the look of dominance and authority that was written all over his face.
"Why don't you take a step back, uncle," he said in a low, menacing voice that brooked no argument. "I don't think you want to mess with my employee."
His words suddenly rang a bell in my head. "My employee?" I mumbled under my breath, my thoughts confused and curious.
As I looked up, I could see the fear in the man's eyes as Vincenzo stood there, his imposing figure looming over him.
It was clear that he knew he was no match for the power and authority that Vincenzo commanded in the company.
But one question just couldn't seem to leave my mind.
"Why did he help me and why was he calling me his employee after rejection?" …..
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