The Favorite Mistress

Chapter 2

The boss gazed directly into Devon's eyes as he said, "Silence." His tone was serious and commanding, leaving no room for interruption. Devon, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity, fell silent, her eyes locked with his.

Despite her initial shock, Devon reminded herself of her strong desire to secure the job. She knew that maintaining her composure was crucial, and she focused on taking slow, steady breaths to steady her racing heart.

As the boss's serious gaze held her captive, Devon's curiosity grew stronger. She yearned to understand why he had reacted with such intensity. Her mind raced with questions, but she held her tongue, waiting for the boss to continue speaking.

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The boss's voice boomed with a mix of anger and calmness as he asked, "What made you think that I would hire you after entering my office without my consent?" His words hung in the air, filled with authority and a hint of disappointment.

Devon's heart raced as she felt a wave of fear wash over her. She had never encountered such a serious and dominant presence before. Her mind raced, searching for the right words to respond, but her nervousness made it difficult to formulate a coherent answer.

"I... I'm sorry, sir," Devon managed to stammer, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries. It was a lapse in judgment on my part, and I understand the gravity of my mistake."

The boss's gaze remained fixed on Devon, his eyes piercing into her very being. He exuded an aura of authority and control that made it hard for her to maintain her composure. She could sense the weight of his disappointment, and it only intensified her nervousness.

"I expect professionalism and respect from all my employees," the boss continued, his voice low and commanding. "Entering my office without permission shows a lack of regard for boundaries and a disregard for proper protocol."

Devon's shoulders slumped as she absorbed the boss's words. She felt a deep sense of regret for her thoughtless actions. The seriousness of the situation made her realize the importance of respecting authority and following established procedures.

"I deeply apologize, sir," Devon said, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "I understand the impact of my actions and the importance of maintaining a professional environment. It was a momentary lapse, and I assure you it won't happen again."

The boss's voice resonated with a mixture of sternness and finality as he delivered his words, "It will never happen again because you will never step foot in this building ever again." Devon's heart sank, a profound sadness washing over her. She felt a desperate urge to plead with the boss, to implore him for another chance, to express her deep remorse and unwavering commitment to rectify her mistake. However, before she could utter a single word, the boss's unwavering gaze remained fixed upon her as he swiftly reached for his phone and dialed a number.

Devon's heart shattered into a million pieces as the realization sank in - this was meant to be her job interview, her opportunity to prove herself and secure a place within the company. Instead, she found herself facing the devastating blow of being fired before she even had the chance to begin.

Tears welled up in Devon's eyes, threatening to spill over as a profound sense of disappointment washed over her. She had invested time and energy into preparing for this moment, meticulously crafting her resume, rehearsing her answers, and envisioning a future where she could contribute to the success of the company. Now, all those aspirations lay shattered at her feet.

As she made her way out of the building, Devon's steps felt heavy and slow, mirroring the heaviness in her heart. Each passing moment seemed to magnify the pain of rejection, reminding her of the dreams she had dared to envision and the hope that had been swiftly extinguished. But amidst the despair, a flicker of determination ignited within Devon's soul. She refused to let this setback define her. She knew that she possessed the resilience and strength to overcome this adversity. With a renewed sense of purpose, she vowed to use this experience as fuel to propel herself forward, to seek new opportunities and prove her worth in the face of adversity.

Devon took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and calm the storm of emotions swirling within her. She looked at herself in the reflection of a nearby window and whispered, "This is not the end of the world, Devon. This setback does not define you."

She reminded herself that while this may have been the top company in the country, it was not the only one. There were countless other opportunities waiting to be discovered, other organizations where she could showcase her skills and make a meaningful impact. It was important for her to maintain perspective and not let this setback overshadow her potential.

"Haaaays," Devon sighed, acknowledging the weight of the disappointment that still lingered within her. It was natural to feel disheartened, but she refused to let it consume her. She knew that dwelling on the past would only hinder her progress. With a firm resolve, she whispered to herself, "Stop, Devon! You can do it."

With renewed determination, Devon straightened her posture and wiped away the remnants of tears from her cheeks.

After returning to her hometown, Devon decided to lend a hand to her parents in their bar business. She took on the role of a bartender, skillfully mixing drinks and serving the patrons. As the days went by, she became more comfortable in her position, engaging in friendly conversations with the customers and creating a welcoming atmosphere.

One evening, as the bar was bustling with activity, Devon noticed a man sitting alone at the counter. Something about his demeanor caught her attention. Whenever she glanced in his direction, she could feel his eyes stealing glances at her. It piqued her curiosity, and she wondered what had drawn his interest.

Remaining professional, Devon continued to serve the other customers, but she couldn't help but feel a mix of intrigue and caution. She wondered if there was something more to this man's presence, or if it was simply a passing moment of curiosity.

As Devon mustered up the courage to approach the man who had been stealing glances at her, she couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Taking a deep breath, she mustered a friendly smile and said, "Hey! I couldn't help but notice that you've been looking my way. Is there something I can assist you with?"

As the man slowly lifted his head and turned to face Devon, her heart skipped a beat. To her utter shock, she realized that it was none other than the boss who had fired her from her previous job. A wave of disbelief washed over her as she struggled to process this unexpected encounter.

With a composed yet slightly trembling voice, Devon continued, "Y... You? What are you doing here" Her words held a touch of curiosity, tempered by the memory of the past and the impact his decision had on her life.

"Why are you here? Is this the best you can do?"

The bitterness in his words stung, leaving her momentarily speechless. Anger welled up within her, fueled by the injustice of his comment. How could he have the audacity to question her choices and belittle her current situation, especially when he was the one who had shattered her dreams?

"I did not hire you because....because the moment you entered my office, your aura, your face, your voice, your body, you remind me of my dead wife" Devon was speechless that moment.