The Chase
1016 Words
ELIZEI’S POV
I hope he’s not following me.
Am I that drunk? Vodka has always been my thing, so how come it is affecting me so much today to the extent of seeing President Denver in the clubhouse?
And he came to talk to me.
Did he recognize me?
Thoughts were flying left, right and center in my mind as I hurried out of the clubhouse to catch a taxi back home.
I’ll just stay away from being outside for now, because it seems that the more I am outside, the more trouble I get into.
Let me just stay indoors and wait for my money to finish and my homeowner to kick me out.
I try to shove what happened to the back of my mind as I enter my apartment. Thankfully, the vodka kicked in as soon as I got home, and it led me to sleep, so I didn’t have time to worry about what had happened earlier.
The following day, as expected, I woke up with a headache that I thought would send me to the hospital again.
Apart from that, the morning sickness kicked in again and the intensity of discomfort I felt could not be explained.
Pain relief? Check!
I threw pain relief pills into my mouth and chewed them. Very bitter! Just like my new life, very bitter and unattractive.
I can’t even believe that this is me.
I used to be the talk of the town; you know?
My friends used to be on my neck a lot.
By now we would all have been in a getaway hotel spending the weekend away but, as soon as my parents died, and my naked pictures were released, all my friends disappeared.
Anyway, I was nursing my morning sickness and hangover when I received an email from Denver Group.
I had been hired as the direct assistant to President Denver, and I was expected to report to work on Monday.
‘’DO NOT BE LATE.’’
The message ended with a stern warning about my lateness.
What the hell is going on? How could I have gotten hired when I did not even get a chance to be interviewed?
I knew at once that President Denver had recognized me from the clubhouse as the candidate that was late, the one he had asked to get out.
My headache vanished instantly, and my heart started to beat intensely.
I am sweating in my armpits and my forehead as I battle with the sudden anxiety that envelopes me.
Looking on the brighter part, I no longer have to give up this apartment, neither do I have to return to my uncle, Lazarus.
I read the appointment letter again, and I saw that my salary quotation was three times more than what I saw when I was applying for the job.
‘’Ha!’’ I exclaimed.
What were they expecting of me in the Denver Group? More so, I am a skilled Computer Engineer, just being an assistant to President Denver won’t show much of what I am capable of.
Besides, I don’t even have secretarial skills.
I applied randomly for the job, and I thought it would just be a regular front desk job. I didn’t know that I would be directly attached to President Denver.
The weekend passed by really fast with my mind thrashing around.
Will I be able to take maternity leave as the President’s assistant?
I was stuck in between being happy and upset about the whole issue, but what choice does a broken girl like me have?
It was either I accepted that job or returned to Uncle Lazarus.
Monday morning arrived like a thief in the night. Suddenly.
I got ready for work. It had to be the effect of being pregnant, because my looks were impeccable.
I was glowing like the sun.
I put my hand on my belly to feel the little one growing in me.
The child must have been as a result of a bad day, but abortion never crossed my mind.
I’m too lonely in this life to get rid of the only genuine companion coming to me.
The bold letters, “DON’T BE LATE,” that followed my appointment letter from Denver Group are plastered on my mind, so I make sure to get to work on time.
I am thirty minutes early, and it gives me enough time to get ready for my boss to come to work.
The boss’ office is on the penthouse floor of the massive Denver Group building.
I got the basic items ready, including coffee for the boss which I brewed hot, black and flat.
I thrashed around the office for a little while, trying to get used to everything before I heard the elevator ding open and someone stepped out, walking towards the office I’m in.
I became nervous. This is it. It is time.
President Nicholas Denver entered the office gracefully, and his scent and masculinity filled the room at once.
He smiled as soon as he saw me.
“Good morning, President Denver,” I bowed and greeted him politely.
He didn’t even reply to me, instead he kept the smile on and grabbed the coffee, drinking it as if he was used to me making coffee for him.
Won’t he complain? Did I get it right at once?
“Mmm. Just how I like my coffee. How did you know?” His lovely baritone voice rang through the air and sent soothing shivers down my spine.
His aura was so different from the day I met him for the first time, and he told me to get out.
His aura at the moment is the exact opposite of that day.
“I’m glad you like it, President Denver,” I said to him timidly and courtesy again.
I was glad to be in his good books, especially after a negative first meeting during the interview.
“Nicholas. Call me Nicholas.” He grabbed a file from his desk and looked at it while talking to me.
''What's your name?'' Nicholas asked me.
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