Chapter four :An Unexpected Assignment
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Nailla walked toward the bus stop with her handbag over her shoulder.
The conversation with Michele kept replaying in her mind.
She knew he was struggling to find a job, but lately, she felt like she was carrying everything alone.
She sighed.
“Maybe things will get better.”
She tried to push the thoughts away.
She had work to focus on.
Especially now that she had a new boss.
And unfortunately, that boss was the same man she had embarrassed herself in front of the previous day.
Nike.
Nailla reached the bus stop and checked her phone.
She still had enough time to get to work.
A bus arrived, and she quickly got on.
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When Nailla arrived at the office, she went straight to her desk.
She put her handbag down and turned on her computer.
For the first few minutes, everything was quiet.
Then she heard footsteps approaching.
Nailla immediately recognized them.
She looked up.
Nike was walking through the office.
Their eyes met.
Nailla quickly looked back at her computer.
Don’t look at him.
She pretended to be completely focused on her work.
Nike stopped beside her desk.
“Good morning, Nailla.”
Her fingers stopped moving.
She slowly looked up.
“Good morning, sir.”
Nike glanced at the papers on her desk.
“How is the report coming?”
“It’s almost finished.”
“Good.”
He started to walk away.
Nailla released the breath she had been holding.
Then Nike stopped.
“There will be a business meeting tomorrow.”
Nailla looked at him.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re coming with me.”
Nailla blinked.
“Me?”
“Yes.”
She quickly nodded.
“Okay.”
Nike walked away.
Nailla stared at her computer.
Why me?
She had barely survived her first day around him.
Now she had to travel with him for a business meeting?
Her coworker noticed her expression.
“What happened?”
Nailla leaned closer.
“He wants me to go with him to a business meeting tomorrow.”
Her coworker smiled.
“That sounds important.”
“Important?”
Nailla lowered her voice.
“It sounds terrifying.”
Her coworker laughed.
“You’re scared of your own boss?”
“Have you seen him?”
Nailla glanced toward Nike’s office.
“He looks like he can fire someone just by looking at them.”
Her coworker laughed again.
Nailla tried to smile.
But deep inside, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling she had whenever Nike was around.
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Later that afternoon, Nailla finished the report and brought it to Nike’s office.
She knocked.
“Come in.”
She entered.
Nike was sitting behind his desk, looking through several documents.
Nailla placed the report in front of him.
“Here it is.”
Nike picked it up.
“You did well.”
Nailla smiled.
“Thank you.”
She turned to leave.
“Nailla.”
She stopped.
“Yes?”
“Be ready by eight tomorrow morning.”
“For the meeting?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
She nodded and left.
As she walked back to her desk, she smiled to herself.
At least he hadn’t mentioned the elevator incident.
Maybe he had forgotten.
She decided to forget about it too.
Unfortunately, she didn’t notice Nike watching her through the glass wall of his office.
He remembered everything.
Including exactly what she had said about him.
And for some reason, it amused him.
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That evening, Nailla returned home.
She opened the door and looked around.
The apartment was quieter than usual.
“Michele?”
No answer.
She walked into the bedroom.
Michele wasn’t there.
Nailla checked her phone.
No messages.
She sighed and placed her handbag on the table.
Then she noticed a note beside it.
She picked it up.
I’m going out. Don’t wait for me. — Michele
Nailla stared at the note.
Something about it bothered her.
She folded it and placed it back on the table.
Then her phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
She hesitated before answering.
“Hello?”
A familiar voice answered.
“Nailla?”
She immediately recognized him.
Nike.
Her eyes widened.
“Sir?”
“Yes. I wanted to remind you about tomorrow.”
Nailla sat down.
“Yes, sir. I remember.”
“Good. The driver will pick you up at eight.”
Nailla paused.
“The driver?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
There was a short silence.
Then Nike spoke again.
“Get some rest.”
Nailla was surprised.
“Thank you, sir.”
The call ended.
She stared at her phone.
Why did a simple sentence from him feel so unexpected?
Nailla shook her head.
“He’s just my boss.”
She stood up and walked toward the bedroom.
But somehow, she couldn’t stop thinking about the quiet man from the elevator.
Tomorrow, she would be spending several hours traveling with him.
And she had no idea that the journey would change the way she saw him forever.
To be continued…
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