Ruthless (Ongoing)

Chapter 5

Denver swiveled on his chair and held his temple. "Check the time," he said.

Nervous as I can be, I still looked at the current time. "I-Impossible..." I stuttered in disbelief. It's now 18:46. I didn't get to attend all of my scheduled interviews today.

"And also, I haven't informed you yet. I'm an attorney and at the same time, I'm Valencia's Tutoring Centre's manager." Denver proclaimed as he faced the window, fully averting his gaze from me.

I gave him a ferocious look even though he couldn't see me. I ran off until I reached the end of the path, once again riding the elevator. I angrily pressed the call button. Right when the doors opened up, a hand stopped me by gripping my elbow.

"I'm in a hurry! Let go," I tried to resist its grip but it wouldn't budge. I was pulled and abruptly embraced by an immense shoulder and body build.

This man...

What's his deal?

"Attorney Denver!" I yelled as I pushed him away. "With all due respect to your status in this workplace and considering you have a wife, I would like to question you, why did you hug me?" I asked politely.

Denver shrugged. "Can't I do it without malice?" He answered back with a question and messed up my hair. "You're way too cute I wasn't able to restrain myself."

"E-eh?" I felt a hot stream inside me that exploded up to my face. "I don't want to cause problems for you and your wife, please don't do this again," I pleaded and entered the elevator.

There's almost no one around the reception area anymore, since the centre closes up every 20:00 of the day.

I exited the building and went straight home. I still need to fix up my appointments with the other two job applications I have. The night breeze is gone, it feels so warm even during nighttime.

The moment that I arrived at the corner of my house, I could see that Hermione's waiting outside the front gate. Was she waiting for me all this time? I forgot that my last meeting was 16:00, I have to go and apologize to her.

"Gosh, Rain! Where have you been? I've been here since 17:00, I thought you got caught up with an inci—" Hermione was interrupted by her phone's text message notification. She checked to see what it was, her eyes turned bigger and glanced at me.

"What the heck is this, Rain!" She exclaimed.

Hermione showed me a picture.

A picture of that jerky attorney and me, tightly embracing each other. Unbelievable.

"Who sent this to you?"

"It isn't a matter of who sent this to me! Who is this guy!" My friend belted and went inside the door, stomping every footstep she made.

"Mione!" I called onto her but she didn't answer. I followed her inside but, even her room is locked up.

THE next morning came, Hermione still wouldn't talk to me after what happened yesterday night. I don't have any idea who captured that scene and why that person did it.

Am I being spied?

For what purpose? I'm jobless, I don't have a bank account with money in it, and I'm living alone here— I didn't bring any luxurious appliances with me.

Regarding my other work applications, none of them replied back to my inquiry. I should've just brought my inhaler with me, then everything could've been normal. I'll try to go to their firms later on once I fixed the issue between us.

I saw my friend staring blankly at nowhere so I stood beside her. "Mione, don't you have trust in me?" I faintly asked, trying not to trigger her anger.

She just threw me a glance and answered. "You don't understand."

What is it that I don't understand? "You're worried about me, I get it. I'm sorry, okay?" Hermione shook her head as a sign of disagreement to my response.

"You know that your mother asked me to watch over you, right?" She asked while getting teary-eyed.

"What about it?" I tilted my head, wondering why my mom has been suddenly involved with this.

Hermione heaved out a sigh. "I would not have the courage to face your mom, if something really did happen to you," she gulped. "I didn't receive any message coming from you, for the several hours that I waited here. I thought you've been in trouble with the interview but I erased that from my mind, because I know all of your capabilities. Then, right after you came back here, I received that photo! The entire night I've been thinking that he molested you! What do you expect me to think?" Hermione continued, shouting at me with her cracked voice.

I couldn't stop myself, I ended up slapping her. Hermione was surprised, even I am surprised. Her tears bursted out. She bit her lip, trying to cease her continuous flowing tears.

I reached out my hand and tried to say sorry, since I feel extremely guilty. But, Hermione walked away after collecting her belongings which she brought with her the other day.

I was left alone. Perhaps, my conscience is correct, that everyone despises me secretly. Are people this week? Wasn't it supposed to be like, when you hate a person, shouldn't you confront him or her? Whatever, I need to prioritize the jobs I've applied for.

I chose a small saffiano leather, prada galleria bag and placed my essential things inside it. I also brought two inhalers with me, just in case my asthma acts up again. It's unfortunate how asthma still doesn't have a cure, just treatments or medications.

The crowd almost covered the entire road since it's a weekday morning. I decided to go to Universitat Politecnica de Valencia by taxi rather than walking.

A cab parked at the loading zone so I decided to call for it. "Taxi, por favor?" It was about to drive going to my direction when a Ferrari 488 Pista halted in front of me, instead of the taxi.

"Get on, Rain."