Chapter 12
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Clarissa's Pov.
As I packed my baggage I thought back to the weirdly comfortable dinner I had with Mr Damien.
I know he could tell I was not in my right shape of mind. I was confused by his change in behaviour. He actually looked honest and concerned . It's either that or he's a very good actor.
Well... That doesn't matter anymore. I don't even care if he tells me I have the job. I'm going back home to be there for my sister.
While packing the lingerie my sister bought for me(Hmmmph.....as if I will use them), I heard my phone ring.
It was Brandon.
"Hey Cassy."
"Hey! Is she okay? How was it?
how's the baby?"
He chuckled.
Why the hell is he laughing. I'm literally trying not to faint now.
"Calm the hell down.Take a breath. Breath in, breath out."
I did as he said.
"She's out of the surgery. The baby is okay and he's in the incubator recovering."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"How's my sister?"
"She's okay. Although the doctor said we shouldn't disturb her now as she's still recuperating."
"Great cause I'm on my way now."
"woah woah woah... Why are you coming? Your vacation is not yet over."
"I need to be there for her."I shouted.
He sighed.
"Take it easy. You know... Why don't we do this when she's awake okay? I don't want you to come now and then she will castrate me for having told you about her condition."
"Okay...
I sighed knowing my crazy sister was fully capable of doing that.
I will wait. Make sure you take care of her okay. Yes and send me a picture of the baby."
"You know I will. And so you know. He has your eyes."
I let out a loud squeal. "Oh my God! That's so wonderful. I can't wait to see him."
"I know. See you later Cassy."
"See you too Brandon."
I cut the call and flopped on my bed. I didn't feel like sleeping so I put on some tight fitted jeans and blue shirt. I let my head down and added light makeup.
I need to have a good long drink to celebrate the success of the surgery. I'm so happy it went well. I grabbed my purse and headed out, called a cab that took me to the downtown club.
Jordan had brought me here before and we had a great time. And speaking of him. I've not had the chance to talk to him since the last time he came to my house with his mom. I made a mental note to call him later.
The club was thriving as usual. I made my way through the influx of bodies dancing to "dance monkey" crazy song,one of a kind, to the bar and ordered a martini.
I planned on getting tipsy and not drunk. I don't need any person hitting on me.
While drinking and enjoying the buzz of the night, I heard a scream at the back of the bar.
I saw a door probably leading to a room.
I looked around to see if anyone heard it but they were all busy dancing and socializing.
I made my way to the back while ignoring the intense stare I felt since entering the club.
I didn't want to think about it but I've felt the person's heavy stare throughout my time here.
My guess was that he was probably a crazy guy waiting on the perfect time to hit on me but I wasn't getting any of that tonight or ever.
I mean... I rarely partied or go clubbing. My job was my fons et origo. No other.
Coming here alone to club, I totally surprised myself. It was usually my sister that drags me to a club to have a girl's night out or whenever the my ex office people wanted to celebrate an achievement that I did go to clubs.
I mean... There's practically no excitement in my life.
I tried to convince myself to stay put where I was but I heard the scream again and the voice seemed familiar to me.
Before I knew it my legs took me there. I can't help it. I'm a very curious person. That's why I joined the reporter's industry.
The door was slightly open.
On reaching the inside of the backroom, I froze at what I saw.
Author's Note
What did she see??? I'm still figuring out that. I mean... I'm writing this story as it comes to my head. I've not pre-written this anywhere.
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