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Jocelyn's POV
As soon as I see the tall man standing before Leela, I recognize him. Chiseled jaw, brown hair, blue eyes and the most beautiful set of lips with only one thing setting him back. A terrible personality.
First, I am afraid but the next feeling is anger. I don't know if it's towards Leela or him.
Leela is still trying to explain to him that I am the best in this but I excuse myself immediately and leave the room. I rush upstairs with bated breath into my room and make sure it's locked up before sliding to the floor.
I'm breathing heavily and my hand is on my chest. What should I do?
I know how much they've talked about Julian hating on black people and I couldn't put two and two together to realize that he was the one.
I messed up.
How am I going to go back there confidently? He had appeared only to ruin everything.
I stare down at the gown I'm wearing. What a beautiful dress. It's a loss that I wouldn't be wearing it as much as I wanted tonight.
I wonder how things got to this level?
Leela comes to mind. Was all these her plan? I'm sure she knew that Julian fired me because I met her in front of the company. I didn't think of it. Damn.
Standing to my feet, I dust the behind of my dress and go to stand in front of the mirror.
"It's a loss that I wouldn't be wearing you tonight. Maybe since another time. Some other occasion that mightn't hold here," I rub the dress and kick off my shoes but just as I do that, a knock sounds on my door.
I suddenly feel my heart thump against my ribcage as I am filled with anxiety. The last time I felt like this was when I left my parents.
It was terrible.
I hope it isn't Julian. I just hope because I am not ready to meet him. He scares me.
"It's me, Tiffany,"
I close my eyes and sigh in relief. I wouldn't even have opened up the door if it was Leela. At least, Tiffany can relate to what I'm experiencing right now.
She's standing before me and staring at me with pity in her eyes and that is what I don't really like.
Pity.
I let her in and shut my door tightly like I am running away from some dangerous person. "You're supposed to be in the kitchen."
"And you, at the party," Tiffany says sternly. "Rosá told me."
"Nothing happened,"
"Something did," Tiffany disagrees. "Something didn't have to happen for it to actually happen. Julian is angry at his mother for employing you he even called you a piece of garbage that was unneeded and his mother slapped him, in front of everyone,"
My eyes widened in surprise. "What?"
Tiffany nods. "She was really mad at him and now, the party is starting to get worse. People are complaining of the monotony and Leela has run up to her room. She's probably crying."
"Oh my God!" I yell. This is the time I need to go into rescue. Yeah, I got mad at Leela but I know how important this dinner party is to her and how she'd go back to thinking about her husband in her room while the party we worked so hard to prepare got ruined.
Immediately, I slip my legs into my shows. "Firstly, I'd like to put everything in order. I need to do something to make everyone forget about what just happened."
"A game?"
As soon as Tiffany says it, an idea clicks in my head. "Yes!"
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Julian's POV
Throughout the time my mother talked about her new maid, I never knew it was the young lady that applied for a job in my company.
I can still remember the day she was led into my office by my secretary. I had gone through her resume and other important things to see that she was more than qualified for the position she was applying for.
But then she was black. A black, beautiful woman. The type that had taken my father away from my mother.
She was tall, just like her and I felt instant hate for her and turned down her request.
How she met my mother is a mystery to me and now I am being glared at.
"You were so rude, Julian. Why did you talk to her like that?"
"Why would you employ a black lady? You never learn! That woman is useless and nothing but a piece of garbage!!"
Whack!
Gasps are heard as everyone turns in our direction. I turn my face to the side and just smile while nodding my head.
"Jocelyn is a woman. A great woman at that and I will not let you speak of her in that manner, is that clear?"
"Adelaide called me yesterday that you were crying all night because today was his memorial. The memorial of a man that was taken away from you by a black woman,"
My mother was shaking as she spoke. "Your father left me on his own volition. He could think properly when he decided that being with another woman was his fault. Stop blaming a race because of something that happened. It's so petty and you're projecting on her! Jocelyn did nothing!"
With those words, my mother turns and runs up the stairs and into her room. I want to follow after her but Rita holds my arm.
"She needs some time alone, Julian. You clearly upset her by being insensitive and the last person she'd want to see is the object of her anger,"
I sigh and nod before turning to look at everyone and they all go back to doing what they're doing like nothing ever happened.
Jamal, Davin and Damien are all looking at me. They looked as shocked as I was when I saw the black lady.
I begin to walk away from Rita and when I get to the mini bar in the room, I request for a bottle of whiskey.
"Hello everyone!" A feminine voice says over the mic as I take my first gulp of whiskey. It's Jocelyn and I feel my blood curl.
"Are we ready to do something fun tonight? Something to blow off the steam?!"
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