you are now my wife.
My ears picked up the sound of my heels as they clicked on the expensive floor of the 100-story building of the biggest investment company in the country. Every day I walk into this building, I can not help but still marvel at the whole space; it is beautiful and really big. I cringe as my heels continue echoing all over the building due to the silence that comes with the fact that I am at work at seven am when every other person arrives at eight thirty or nine am. I take everything I do seriously, especially my job; it is the only hope of survival I have currently.
Not just because it is a job but because I have a truckload of debts to pay, plus this is the biggest company in the city with branches spread across different countries. I inhaled deeply as I sat gracefully on my chair with the magazine I had picked up at the reception; it was another article about my boss and the whole eligible bachelor story. It is baffling that this is the only thing the media can produce.
I sipped my coffee as my phone suddenly went off, indicating that I was getting an incoming call. My face morphed into a frown when I saw the caller. Ever since my mom passed away, my dad's calls meant more responsibilities that would weigh and pull my shoulders down. I inhaled sharply as I dialed the receive button, but it seemed he was not aware he called me, as I heard bickering in the background. I knew it meant my dad was having a countdown before another part of his body got broken by these gangsters or gamblers, wherever they are. I quickly stood up and used the tracker I had inserted on his phone in the early days of his nuisance to go get him.
I arrived at the location and picked up my dad, but not before one of the sick-to-the-skull men landed me a good punch. I only internally wondered how people live a life like this even by this time of the day as I escorted my dad to the car and dropped him home. A tear slipped down my face as I watched him through the rear window, the man I always begged for hugs nowhere to be found, looking all like a mere shadow of what he used to be. I shook my head as I dropped him off and hurried back to the office.
This is what I hate: being caught unaware or rushed. I tapped my feet slowly as I finally got to the office; hopefully, there was still a little time left to do my usual routine of trying to keep everything in order and staying away from surprises.
I heard the movement of the door as I raised my head to see my boss; he looked a little out of place today but still not the ordinary man kind of look. Even a blind man could tell that the cold billionaire Mr. Sean Regal is a dashing, handsome man. Even at his young age, the term "billionaire" will be considered insulting to describe him with, but he never smiles; he is always buried in his work. Even as he approached me, he seemed distracted as I greeted him; he only spared me a few seconds before walking away. I am used to his treatment; everyone is used to him.
I ate my food while scrolling through social media, trying to find something interesting, probably to make me smile. As I saw a number flash on my screen, I picked it and was met with a series of threats. I could do nothing but listen silently, and when the call finally came to an end, I stood up and headed to the bathroom, where I burst In tears, feeling the weight of life weighing more on me daily, my life is bitter; I can taste it on my tongue mixed with my tears. I shook my head as I tried to smile three times. I was taught a ritual; I don't know if it works, but I always do it. My tears were halted when I got a phone call from my boss to appear in his office.
Facing the ice king with a handsome face is, unfortunately, not the greatest pleasure in the world.
I stood in the middle of the room as he just stared blankly at me, causing me internal havoc as I silently prayed I had not done anything wrong; his expression remained unreadable as he called my name, and I was reminded that my prayers had never been answered .
He pushed a document at me; it was a file of all my activities for the past years I have worked with him, mostly pictures with my harassers and the harassment around the company's environment. I was visibly shaking as I continued opening my papers. I suddenly stopped when I knew that the panic might do more harm to me than his news as he spoke his next words to me: "You have read the company's rules thoroughly, right, Miss Miranda?" I nodded as he spoke in a cool tone, "Then you should know that your activities have been going against the company's rules and regulations, which means this company can decide to sue you for allowing trespassers that pose a serious threat to this company to have access to our location, or I can fire you, which is the easy way out for you. I almost scoffed out when he mentioned that part, but I knew now is not the time to act stupid.
Before my brain could communicate with my body, my knees landed on the cold floor, the hard wood of the floor seeming to mock me as it pressed hard on my knee, the smell of the floor polish invading my nostrils as all the wires in my brain started going off and on with all...
With all the reasons I can not lose my job, everything in my life is on a thin line, I felt the bubble of tears building in the pit of my stomach as my eyes starting to twitch " it will never happen again sir, I do not want to lose my job I am sorry, I whispered more to myself barely holding my sobs I did not want to annoy him but I felt beyond broken, having to deal with all of this as a youth, I was shattered and depressed, I felt like screaming and rolling to the floor but I have learnt about mr Sean enough to know that he will only listen to his brain. " Then you will sign this contract he spoke as he pushed the paper towards me, I stared at the printed words, my brain refusing to corporate to process the words for me, the only thing I could think of was my job and the fact that my dad owes so much that one day he might have to sell me and it will not be enough.
"Does that mean I can keep my job?" I asked, and he responded, "Yes." That was the only thing my brain processed as I scrambled my signature.
You are my wife from this moment, he said as I got up and ran out of the office.
