A Savior in The Right Time
1020 Words
The two women I had just flushed squealed in shock as they had not expected that I would have the audacity to flush them as well.
"Do you realize what you are doing?" snapped Leona. "I really can't take it anymore, Nicole quickly call your grandfather and make this insolent woman pay dearly for what she did to us."
Maria replied quickly, "Yes, make sure she becomes a bum on the street because she can't find a job anywhere. How could she treat her senior and Mr. Mourinho's granddaughter like this?"
Nicole raised her index finger in front of me. "You act like you have power, but let’s see what can I do to destroy you because I’ll never forgive you."
I turned my waist to stare at Nicole fearlessly. "What will happen if you don't forgive me? Do you think I am afraid of your empty threats?"
"I am Nicole Mourinho, granddaughter of Dante Mourinho. Of course you should be afraid of your future. I can even put you in jail for being a bully in the office."
"So, just do it if you want. Why don't you contact Mr. Mourinho now if you are his granddaughter?" I challenged her.
The other marketing staff who heard that Nicole was the granddaughter of my grandfather gathered around.
"Nicole is Mr. Mourinho's granddaughter, really?"
Maria nodded. "Yes, it's true."
"No wonder her cars and clothes are all expensive. It's unexpected that we can work with the future heir to Mr. Mourinho's fortune."
They all looked at me as if I was a mortal enemy they had to get rid of. What a disgusting behavior. I wondered where Grandpa got these insolent employees.
"Don't exaggerate, I purposely didn't reveal my identity so that I can work well without being treated specially. If it weren't for Chloe's insolence, I would still want my identity to be a secret." Nicole put on a sad face to attract sympathy from people.
I instantly became the most evil villain in their eyes.
"That arrogant intern is over. Mr. Mourinho will definitely not let him go after learning what he did to his only granddaughter."
"Nicole is too kind, if I were her, I would slap that ignorant woman many times."
Nicole moved closer to me. "I'm actually very angry with you. But I know you are a poor person who desperately needs a job. I will forgive you and not report you to my grandfather as long as you kneel down and apologize to me."
I gave a small grin, then responded, "I don't care, call him and tell him what I have done to you."
I could hear people jeering at me, even cursing me. But, yes, I didn't care because I knew the person I was dealing with was a nobody. I wondered how their expressions would be when they found out my true identity.
"No need to feel sorry for him, Nicole. Just call Mr. Mourinho."
"Yes, why do you pity someone like her? Mr. Mourinho can definitely make her cry and lick your shoes to apologize."
Nicole smiled wryly, then picked up her cell phone. "Should I call him?"
I had no idea that there were people with thick skin like Nicole. I have no idea what kind of life she had that made her feel so confident and stole my identity.
"It seems like she won't kneel down to apologize without being forced? Should I make her kneel?"
"Yes, it seems like we should force her to admit her mistake."
Both my hands were held, forced to kneel in front of Nicole. I tried to resist, but my strength was not enough to fight off the male employee who was pushing me. Both of my shoulders were pressed down, so that I could not stand up. When I looked up, Nicole was looking down at me with her arms folded across her chest. She was grinning triumphantly, as if I would be powerless to get back at her for what she had done to me.
"Lick my shoe," Nicole ordered.
"Are you crazy! I won't do it!" I refused.
Nicole smiled sweetly at the two people holding my body. "Can you make her lick my shoe?"
"Of course."
"Let go of me!" I squealed as one of them pushed my head towards Nicole's shoe.
I fought back with all my might, trying to keep my face from touching Nicole's shoes. I couldn't hold back my tears as my cheeks almost touched the leather of Nicole's red shoes.
"What's going on here?" The man's voice instantly stole all the attention and the two people holding me released their grip, allowing me to break free.
I turned around and looked up at the owner of the voice that instantly made everyone fall silent. The man walked up to me and knelt right beside me.
"Chloe," he called softly, as if showing concern.
He’s Back. But since when?
"Alex," I said, my shoulders rising and falling quickly.
"What happened to you? Why do you look so bad?" he asked.
I could hear the astonished voices of the people gathered around about how Alexander knew me.
"How could Mr. Alexander know such a lowly employee?"
"I've heard rumors that Mr. Mourinho is setting Mr. Alexander up with his granddaughter. Shouldn't Mr. Alexander be approaching Nicole?"
Alexander looked down at my shirt, right in front of my chest, so I looked down and again realized that my wet white shirt made my upper body almost visible. He took off his blue coat, then put it on me. His hands were placed on my arms and he slowly helped me to stand up.
"Can anyone explain why you treated my wife so badly?" asked Alexander with a heavy, suppressed voice and his sharp gaze circulating over everyone there.
"Wife? You mean, Chloe, this intern is your wife?" asked Mr. Manager a little stammeringly.
Alexander's eyebrows drew closer together making a slight crease in the bridge of his nose. "Intern? She is my wife and the granddaughter of Mr. Mourinho. How dare you demean her like this!”
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