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I thought I'd feel odd standing in front of Don's family but instead, it was the opposite.
And I found myself relaxing at the sight of other PA's from other family member.
"Everything's going well, I just can't wait for this wedding. I'm so happy." A woman, who I assumed to be Don's mom said in such a sweet and familiar tone.
She was slim with a model look, and possessed beautiful hair that'd been sleeked to a bun, giving her a wealthy woman aura.
"Yes, everything seems to be ready." Don spoke in an uninterested tone, it made me wonder how stressful it'd be being June at that moment.
His mother turned to my direction. "Oh my, is this your new personal assistant?"
He didn't reply.
I wasn't sure he heard her or if he heard, maybe he just chose to ignore.
"Wow, you remind me so much of June. If it weren't for the different hair, I would guess you were June from behind."
I couldn't tell if that was a compliment, but it felt best to offer a polite smile, "thank you Mrs Jones."
"I'm no longer going to be Mrs Jones when June gets married so I think I'll prefer you call me Miss Leila."
I had no idea what to say.
All eyes were fixed on me which, if I may tell you, was very discomforting.
Thankfully, June came to my rescue by strutting in at that moment, directing all gaze to her.
The sound of her extremely high and tiny heels gave a dramatic entrance.
I had to wonder, didn't the heels break with how tiny it was.
I caught sight of her expression, and believe me when I say, she didn't look quarter as excited as a bride should.
She only stopped in front of her soon-to-be groom.
"So you finally decided to check out on your wedding." There was nothing but anger evident in her tone, but even the way wealthy people acted when they were angry was strange.
"We need to talk." Her words hung in the air, only leaving the room with tension.
"Is everything alright dear?" A woman, whose name I had no idea of, asked.
She looked like she could be a similar age to Leila, with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.
"Everything's alright mom, I just want to talk to my fiance."
Mom, hmm interesting.
The way she spoke to her mom gave me the impression she was a rich spoiled daughter.
"Okay then, let's talk." Don didn't say more and just left, but my feet immediately followed him.
The sound of June's heels trailing from behind let me know she wasn't in a good mood.
When we were out of sight, June started, "do you seriously not feel anything for me?"
The pain in her tone was far too evident.
He stopped walking, halting my movement, then turned to June who had stopped walking too.
"Are we getting back to that topic?" His tone was devoid of emotion.
"We never left the topic." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone you don't love?" Her voice was low and filled with emotion.
So the rich also felt sad? Hmm, I really was learning a lot.
"Do you really believe that love will come in the process?" She sounded like she didn't believe that, but wanted to hold on to any hope.
"I will never love you," he said it so straight forward, obviously not putting her emotions to consideration.
"This marriage is only a way to help improve the stock of both companies, that's all," he laid more emphasis on the last two words.
Tears trembled on the brink of her lashes. "But I love you," her tone was soft and just above a whisper.
He scoffed, "I've had enough of this drama."
Gosh this guy was so heartless.
This girl just confessed her love and he can't even try to reject her nicely.
"Do you have any thing else to say?"
At that moment, her eyes had become watery and though she seemed like a spoiled child, I couldn't help but feel bad for her.
Not stealing another glance at her, he strolled out, disappearing out of sight.
Now, following him was the smart thing to do.
It was, and that was probably what I should do.
After walking a few steps, my legs came to a halt.
Could I seriously just leave her to cry here alone?
At least a few words of wisdom might smack some senses to her.
And perhaps, it'd make me feel smart (wink).
"I think I'll advise you to do what will make you happy rather than living your entire life in sadness," with that, my feet rushed to catch up with Don.
But one thing was for sure, I'd left her to ponder on it.
There was no more family drama after that, with me just standing for a whole 2 hours while Don and his family talked about the wedding.
My legs hurt so badly that I was more han relieved when when it was time to head back to work.
Once in his car, I didn't realize when I heaved a huge sigh.
"Is there a problem?" He asked in an uninterested tone.
I let my head fall on the back of the chair, muttering, "you won't understand?"
Because he wouldn't.
He wasn't the one standing for hours.
"You seem tired, maybe you should take the day off." His gaze was fixed on his phone when he spoke.
But the words made me jerk my head to him.
Was I hearing things because of how tired I was or did Don just give me the day off?
What was happening?
A day off? From Don Jones?
Maybe we were experiencing the end time. That can only be the explanation to this odd behaviour.
He raised his head from his phone to witness the bewildered expression on my face. "What? You don't want to go home."
"No I want to go home." I replied too quickly that his brows raised further, "thank you, but do not mind me asking, why?"
He returned his attention back to his phone. "You don't have to if you don't want. I just thought, since there's nothing else to do..."
"Oh no, I want to."
***
"...and that is how I got home early." I concluded the story on how Don was acting strange, to Suzy and Rose, removing any part where June was mentioned.
"Hmm, maybe all what you said to him on Friday actually got to him." Rose took a sip of her tea.
"I don't think so, he's probably used to such comments already." Or was it?
Is he really acting like this because of what I said to him? Did he really reflect on his behavior after what I said?
That'd be great news.
But then I remembered how he acted to June.
He hadn't changed, that's evident.
"Or maybe he likes you." Suzy suggested.
Staring at her, there still wasn't any sign of her illness worsening which I was thankful of.
But her words were proving me wrong that I found myself laughing, "this dude can never fall in love. He doesn't have a heart like the rest of us, he was born with a heart of stone."
"I don't know, I was just suggesting."
"Well that is a 'not possible' suggestion. Don't forget he's getting married."
"I won't if you tell me the name of his fiancee, I'm dying to know." Rose repeated what she'd been since I told her I knew who the anonymous fiancee was.
"How many times must I tell you I signed a contract and can't let you know. You'll just have to wait till their wedding day to see who the bride is." I smiled at her.
"But that's still in a week time."
"Then you'll have to wait."
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