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-Eri Sunville-
I woke up to the most terrible headache ever.
What happened?
Pushing myself to a sitting position, my fingers did the job of massaging my head with, wrinkling my forehead while trying to recall what happened.
Once it all came back as though being watched from a TV screen, my eyes widened in shock.
Oh s**t.
Me talking about some crazy thing related to the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer.
No.
"What have I done?" I ran a frustrated hand through my hair.
It was obvious I'd lost my job.
A frustrated scream left me at that realization, followed by an annoyed air kick.
Why did I have to drink?
Suzy walked in with a cup of what I guessed would be hot tea. "Who was that handsome dude that dropped you here?"
Dropping my legs, I took the cup from her with furrowed brows, "that 'handsome dude' is my boss." The frustration was laced in my tone with each word.
"Your boss?" She held her belly while laughing hard, "what was the song you were singing about? I've never heard of it."
Song?
Oh my, I remember now. When Don was bringing me to Suzy.
Oh no.
Flashback
"Oh Don Jones, the riiiich get richer la la la, the poooor gets poorer hmm hmm hmm. The riiiich getting richer, the poooor getting poorer."
End of flashback.
Out of embarrassment and annoyance, my head buried in my hand, hoping to shield me from the outside world.
"Suzy, I apologize but I think I've lost my job." When I lifted my head to take in her reaction, I'd expected to see her sad or something.
But was greeted by even more laughter, leading to a dream brows from me, "how is that funny?"
"Well I doubt if you'd get fired." She sounded so certain, I had to raise a brow.
"What do you know? You know nothing about Don."
"Well, I might not know anything about him but I do know that he didn't seem angry at you, in fact when you were singing awkwardly he was actually laughing at me."
"Laughing? You don't have any idea what you are saying."
Don Jones laugh?
"It's like saying you saw an ant lift a mansion," both were an impossible action, "Don is not capable of things like that, not in a million years. I've never seen him smile not to talk about laughing."
"Well, I'm just telling you what I saw yesterday."
She shrugged, strolling out of the room which left me to wonder if she might be speaking the truth.
How could he laugh when it was obvious I had insulted him?
I mean, I literally called him by his name.
No way, Suzy was probably imagining it. He's not capable of things like that.
I can't imagine how I'd face him on Monday.
I could be glad it was Saturday giving me enough time to get myself prepared for how to face him.
***
How would I face him now?
Those were the thoughts occupying my mind as I inserted my card in the hole, entering as soon as the door opened.
Though I had since Saturday, my mind still hadn't prepared enough for what to say.
As always, he was sitting on his desk, typing on his laptop.
Maybe if I just walked to my office and try to avoid any discussion relating to what happened on Friday, everyone would be happy.
That seemed like a smart-ish enough plan.
And my feet obviously agreed with that as they hurried moved me to my office door.
But the idea only proved dumb when my hand reached for the knob, immediately followed by a halt in his typing.
"Miss Eri." My head jerked in his direction at the sound of my name.
But no word was spoken, only leaving me more anxious.
Was he going to speak anytime soon? Maybe he wanted me to bring it up.
With a sigh of defeat, I began, "listen, I apologize sincerely for what happened on Friday, I didn't mean any of it, I was just too wasted."
I tried studying his expression but it was devoid of any.
"I didn't ask." Ouch.
"Oh, sorry sir."
"I need you to cancel any meetings I have today," he just continued like he hadn't literally did anything to annoy me.
Either way, I had already gotten on his bad side and should be glad he hadn't thrown me out, so i nodded, "okay sir."
"We're going to my wedding hall today."
"What?!" It wasn't intended to come out so loud but what can I do.
Why would he want me to go with him. Can't he let me rest for a day.
His brows furrowed. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Well yes," immediately, my brain snapped so I quickly added, "I mean no no not at all."
What was wrong with me? Do I want to lose my job before I get my first month's salary or what?
Use your sense Eri.
"Get ready, we're going in twenty minutes."
"Okay sir." Since it didn't seem like he had more to say, I assumed that was room for me to disappear into my office.
This man can't let me have at least one day rest.
Thirty minutes had passed and I was sitting in the car of a multi billionaire.
I wasn't really one opportuned to enter cars that weren't taxes, so this obviously felt like a privilege.
It was so comfortable I would have slept if I wasn't still in work.
I mean I'm going as a personal assistant, how could I even fall asleep.
My eyes jerked open when I felt the car come to a halt.
"Did you sleep well?" His voice didn't show he was annoyed, as he got out of the car that had been opened by a bodyguard with Mr following afterwards.
Did I really sleep? For how long?
I didn't think I would sleep, that's just weird and, Oh-My-Gosh, what is this place.
It was just then that my eyes caught sight of what could be tagged as the biggest wedding hall in the history of wedding halls.
I mean, was this a palace or a wedding hall?
"What's wrong?" I didn't realized I had stopped walking until Don's voice chat through my admiration.
But not enough to end it, with my dropped jaw not seeming possible to be picked anytime soon.
What was this? Woah, I had never been to a billionaire's wedding hall before.
"Miss Eri." His voice came out more stern and when I turned to him, I noticed his brows were pulled together in a frown.
The deep frown was enough to snap my composure back.
My feet rushed to meet him.
"Is this really your wedding hall?" Though that was a dumb question, I still had to ask, because I mean what?!
"Yes, why?" He was too fast so my legs had to hurry to keep up with his pace.
"Like, what?! This is literally every girl's dream, I mean whoever said money can't buy happiness has probably never been wealthy before."
Maybe it was because of this amount of wealth I was seeing, I found myself just blabbing out my thoughts.
When I noticed his gaze on me, my head tilted to meet his, expecting to see an angry Don but instead he chuckled.
What was happening?
Maybe Suzy wasn't imagining him laugh, maybe he was already going nuts.
Or maybe it was possible that he could laugh.
Which meant it was possible ants could loft a mansion.
Even something was wrong with me because his smile made my heart flutter a little.
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