ChapterFive
1036 Words
MORGAN’S POV
My first fear right now is stepping out and facing Clara because Heaven knows that she and I have become mortal enemies the moment she left that room.
Why does she hate me so much though?
Luckily, I did not see her at all, so I just left, and even till the end of work that day, I did not see her. It was such a relief. I went home quietly, and as soon as I could, I made sure to open a savings account where I could start saving. I even made a calendar with deadlines of when and how I wanted to achieve some things. When that was done, I started eating, but suddenly, my phone lit up with a message.
Damien?
Why would he message me? I looked at the time and it was well past midnight. My heart began to beat really fast before I opened the message.
“You did a good job today.”
I relaxed immediately when I saw the message and began to smile to myself.
“I realized that we can actually move further into more duties. You primarily don’t have much to do regarding office matters—just follow me. That’s where your job is.”
Okay… where is he going with this?
“Tomorrow, I need you to pull up a list of orphanages in the West Open Earth area and give me an update. We have a project that involves orphanages, so I need you scouting them.”
“Oh! Are there specific areas you’d like me to skip?”
“None.”
“Alright.”
“Also, Morgan… dress hot. I like to work with someone who doesn’t look like a granny.”
My cheeks colored up immediately. Is he saying I look like a granny? Or trying to give me fashion tips? I’m so happy this is not a physical discussion or even a call right now.
“Yes, sir.”
He hung up immediately, and my first instinct was to find what to wear. After a long hour of searching, I settled for a short dark skirt that reached above my knees and a yellow shirt. The only debate was whether to leave the top button open or not.
Of course, I was a little daring and left it open. But the only thought that did cross my mind was Clara. I stopped at the elevator, and as soon as it opened, I stepped in. Just before it closed, someone stopped it—and in came Damien. He halted when he saw me—my outfit paired with a pair of heels. His eyes roamed freely over my body; he wasn’t even pretending not to stare. He stepped in.
The elevator started to move and we were quiet for some seconds.
“You clean up good.”
He said, and I smiled as I looked down at my feet. The elevator light flickered, causing us both to look up, but before we could look down again, the elevator suddenly stopped and shook a little. I slid to the side—right into him—causing him to crash against the wall. But I felt something on my waist, steadying me, and that was his arm even though I was still pressing him to the side of the elevator. The light flickered again.
And one more time before it went off completely. I immediately brought out my phone.
“s**t, there’s no reception in here.”
He said it at the same time I realized it. Blood was rushing so fast to my head right now as I thought of many things that could happen. My chest clenched tightly as air escaped my lungs and I began to lose my balance.
“Morgan,” he called as he held me, but I could only hear his voice in the distance.
“Breathe. I’m here.”
He said it repeatedly. As I looked up, I could only see part of his face, but it was even clearer now—and that was it. The moment of truth.
“It’s you?”
He said. I didn’t realize he had recognized me too, but his tone said it all.
“It was you that night,” he said again.
“You remember me?”
“You said we haven’t met.”
“I wasn’t sure.”
“Can you breathe now?”
I nodded. We were quiet again even though we should be finding ways to get out.
“Never thought I would meet you again.”
“Me too. You left… why?”
“There was no other reason to stay. And I figured you might feel bad about what happened and it would be better if I wasn’t there.”
That made a little sense, but no—there was a lot of damage done after that. Then, “Do you know what is wrong with the elevator?” I asked.
“Maintenance would be on it,” he replied before he helped me stand. But as we stood, he did not let go. I could feel his hot breath on my forehead as his right hand remained on my waist. I was too close, and I was starting to get nervous.
“You smell nice…”
I started to blush over and over again until my phone rang—it was the childcare center where Brian, my child, was.
“Hi, you need to come right away. Something is wrong with Brian.”
“What?” She hung up immediately. And no matter how much I tried to call, she wouldn’t pick. I was starting to get frantic.
“When will this f*****g elevator open?!”
I yelled out in frustration.
“It should be soon. Are you good?”
We had moved away from each other, and even though I could not feel or hear concern in his voice, I didn’t expect him to ask. Everything was just happening all at once, and yet, the day was only just getting started.
“No! My son is in trouble and I’m the only one he’s got. I need to go there right now!”
“You have a child?”
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