CHAPTER TWO
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Chapter 2
When I finally got home in the morning, my father was already back from their custody.
He was so happy to be out, grinning from ear to ear as he told me how surprised he was.
The loan shark had just let him go completely free, without demanding a single dim of the money he owed.
I offered a weak, awkward smile, feeling my stomach twist into painful knots. Excusing myself quickly, I muttered that I needed to use the restroom.
But the moment I locked my bedroom door, my legs gave out. I collapsed on the floor and cried my eyes out, muffling the sobs in my hands so my parents wouldn't hear me.
They had no idea what I had done—what I had sacrificed—to get my dad out of that nightmare. He came back with bruises and a bandaged arm . I just prayed this terrifying experience would finally teach him to stop borrowing money to play the lottery, chasing the impossible dream of hitting the jackpot.
Whenever he sleeps, he always dream of hitting the win with a particular number, so when he wakes he would stole my money or my mom . But when we don't have he borrowed from the loan shark.
Eventually, I cried myself to sleep right there on the floor. When I woke up, the wall clock on my bedside table read midnight.
Quietness filled the dark room as I began replaying yesterday's terrible incident in my head. What baffled me the most—was the way my body had reacted. His touch had burned like fire, awakening a foreign, electric heat inside me that I had never felt before.
Even when James, my best Friend turned boyfriend, kissed me, I had never experienced anything close to that . Then, a wave of guilt hit me hard, and I mentally beat myself up for comparing James to a complete stranger. James was there in my highest and lowest. I can't remember how many times he has helped me pick up my dad from the bar after he had drink himself to stupor whenever he loses a game.
Worse, I was comparing him to a man who had completely shattered and disorganized my entire existences.
I pushed the painful thoughts aside, knowing I had no time to fall apart.
I had a major job interview the next day with” M&S Global Incorporation”.
Instead of dwelling on my ordeals, I decided to put the rest of my sleepless night to good use by thoroughly researching the company and all the subsidiary firms under its umbrella.
The CEO is a striking, intimidating figure—tall and imposing with a sharp, angular jawline, obsidian-black eyes that seemed to strip away your secrets, and an air of absolute, ruthless power. He was 38 years old and still unmarried . No wonder he always make it to top 10 of the list of eligible bachelor for 5 year now.
Honestly, I didn't blame him; if I had that kind of immense wealth and power, I wouldn't subject myself to the stress of marriage either. He had earned his first billion by the age of 35, and in just three short years, he had aggressively multiplied that fortune into multi-billions. I prayed with everything in me that I would get this job. This is the kind of powerhouse corporation where I could truly see myself building a future. A place that can put me to my limit. A place where I can learn to work under pressure. My plan was to start my own business , this place will teach me exactly what I would need to do to make it in the bussiness world.
I set my alarm for 5:30 AM, drifted off to a restless sleep, and woke up the exact second the alarm gave its first ring. I had already organized my CV and credentials in the folder and even my clothes neatly the night before.
There wasn't much on my resume—just the little experience I had scraped together working as Mira's assistant, which, by the way, had been an absolute nightmare of a job, and a brief stint working at a local bar six months ago to help pay off some of my father's mounting debts.
Despite the thin employment history, I had a strong academic foundation: a first-class degree combining Public Administration and Business Management.
I hurried to the bathroom for a quick shower. As the warm water hit my skin, the dull, lingering soreness between my legs served as a brutal, unwanted reminder of what I had traded two nights ago.
I rushed through brushing my teeth and getting dressed. Since I didn't have a single penny left in my pocket except the one for my breakfast—and I knew better than to ask my parents for transport fare—I planned on walking the entire distance to the interview venue.
I slipped out quietly without disturbing my parents, whom I figured were still asleep or cuddling in bed. I just left a quick note on the kitchen counter to let them know I had gone out.
After walking briskly for thirty minutes under the morning sun, I finally got close to the towering glass skyscraper of M&S Global Incorporation. Realizing I still had my last money which can get me a breakfast , I decided to duck into a cozy, local cafe right across the street to grab a quick bite of breakfast and calm my racing nerves.
The restaurant was simple and warmly lit, smelling richly of freshly made coffee and oven fresh bread. Soft chatter buzzed from a few patrons seated at wooden booths near the glass windows, while the gentle hum of soft jazz played over the speakers, offering a brief, peaceful escape from the chaotic city outside.
When I checked my wristwatch, my heart skipped a beat: it was already twenty minutes before my interview time. I desperately wanted to make a good first impression as a punctual, reliable candidate.
Stepping back out onto the busy pavement, I realized the designated zebra crossing was a block away, and walking all the way around would easily add another ten minutes to my journey.
Impatient and running out of time, I noticed the traffic light for the cars was currently a solid red. Hoping to save time, I decided to dart across the road, weaving between the line of waiting cars.
I had nearly made it all the way to the other side when the traffic light suddenly flashed green.
Before I could take my final step to the curb, suddenly a vehicle hit me, and I was violently knocked down.
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