The Favorite Mistress

Chapter 3

As the guy shared his reason for not hiring Devon, a wave of confusion and anger washed over her. She struggled to comprehend how something as arbitrary as her resemblance to his deceased wife could be the determining factor in her employment. It felt unjust and deeply disappointing, knowing that her dream of working in that company had been shattered due to a reason completely unrelated to her qualifications, skills, or dedication.

Devon stepped out of the bar, seeking solace and a moment of calm to collect her thoughts. However, to her surprise, she noticed that the guy had followed her outside. The sight of him only intensified her anger, making it difficult for her to contain her emotions any longer.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Devon turned to face the guy, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and assertiveness. "Don't come near me. Don't," she firmly stated, determined to establish her boundaries and protect herself from any further discomfort.

Recognizing the seriousness of the situation, the guy quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, attempting to reassure Devon that he meant no harm. "Okay, okay," he responded, his voice filled with a mix of understanding and remorse. He wanted to convey that he understood the need to respect her personal space and that he had no intention of crossing any boundaries.

Devon's voice trembled with a mix of frustration and hurt as she expressed her feelings to the guy. "You don't know how much effort I put into trying to get hired at your company! I worked hard and gave it my all. I wanted the chance to prove myself, but you denied me that opportunity simply because I resemble your late wife. It's unfair and it undermines all the hard work I put in."

The guy, who seemed to be under the influence of alcohol, stood there, listening to every word Devon spoke. His intoxicated state prevented him from offering an immediate response, but his silence indicated that he was taking in her words.

Devon continued, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination. "I deserved a fair chance to showcase my skills and capabilities. My worth should not be determined solely by my appearance. I am more than just a resemblance to someone else. I am my own person with my own abilities, and I deserved to be judged based on that."

As Devon spoke, she felt a sense of empowerment, finally voicing her frustrations and asserting her worth. She refused to let the guy's actions define her or undermine her confidence. She hoped that her words would make him realize the impact of his decision and the importance of treating others fairly and without prejudice.

After Devon poured out her frustrations and waited for the guy's response, she was taken aback by his unexpected smile. His words, "You sound like her," echoed in her ears, leaving her in a state of disbelief.

Devon couldn't believe what she had just heard. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, as if the guy was mocking her by drawing a connection between her passionate words and his late wife. The comment only intensified her confusion and anger, adding another layer of complexity to the situation.

Devon's frustration reached its peak as she vehemently asserted her individuality and distanced herself from any comparison to the guy's late wife. Her words carried a mix of anger and determination as she declared, "I am not your wife! I don't know what happened to her, and quite frankly, I don't care! Do you hear me?"

To her surprise, the guy responded with a smile, seemingly unfazed by Devon's outburst. He locked eyes with her and calmly stated, "See you in my office tomorrow."

Devon was left speechless, her mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. The guy's unexpected response and invitation to his office left her with a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't understand his intentions or what he hoped to achieve by summoning her to his office.

As the guy walked away, Devon stood there, stunned and unsure of what to make of the situation. Confusion and curiosity battled within her, leaving her with a mix of apprehension and a flicker of hope that there might be some resolution or explanation awaiting her in that office.

After Devon's shift at the bar, she found herself grappling with uncertainty about whether or not to go to the guy's office. She questioned whether his invitation had been genuine or merely a passing remark. Doubt crept into her mind, making her second-guess her decision. However, despite her reservations, Devon ultimately made the choice to prepare herself and go to the office. She recognized that it was an opportunity to seek clarity, closure, or perhaps even a chance to prove herself to the boss that she deserve to work there.

As Devon arrived at the building, she headed straight to the boss's office. To her surprise, the lady at the front desk warmly greeted her, saying, "Good morning! I'll walk you to the door." Devon was taken aback by the unexpected kindness and guidance offered by the lady. She followed the lady as she led her to the office door.

With a gentle push, the lady opened the door, revealing the boss seated behind his desk, dressed in a suit. Devon's heart raced as she stepped into the room, her eyes meeting the boss's gaze. Without saying a word, he pointed to the chair in front of his desk, silently indicating for her to have a seat.

As Devon sat down in the boss's office, she couldn't help but notice how strikingly good-looking he was in the daylight. During their initial encounter, her anger had clouded her perception, preventing her from fully appreciating his appearance. But now, as she took a moment to observe him, she couldn't deny the charm and attractiveness that emanated from him.

Devon's amazement at his appearance momentarily distracted her from the purpose of the meeting. She found herself captivated by his features, noting the sharpness of his jawline, the warmth in his eyes, and the confidence that exuded from his demeanor. It was an unexpected realization that added a layer of complexity to the situation.

However, as Devon's gaze lingered on his face, she quickly reminded herself of the reason she was there. She shifted her focus back to the matter at hand, determined to address the issues that had brought her to this moment.

Devon took a deep breath, breaking the silence in the room as she initiated the conversation. "So?" she began, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, eager to understand the purpose of this meeting.

The boss's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he redirected his focus to the reason why Devon was in his office. He recognized the need to address the underlying issues and move forward in a more productive direction. With a composed tone, he responded, "Let's start over. Please introduce yourself."

Devon nodded, appreciating the opportunity to reintroduce herself and establish a fresh perspective for the conversation. She gathered her thoughts, ensuring that her introduction would reflect her professionalism and determination.

"Of course," Devon replied, her voice steady and confident. "My name is Devon, and I am passionate about the field that your company operates in. I have worked hard to develop my skills and qualifications, and I believe that I have a lot to offer. Despite the previous circumstances, I am here today to discuss how I can contribute to the success of this company and prove my worth."

Then she looked at the boss, awaiting his response. To her surprise, he appeared lost in thought, his gaze fixed on her. He unintentionally said, "I really miss you."