One night with Ex-Husband

Coffee Room

"Why do I have to sit with Mr. Ali?" she couldn't stop but ask.

"Well, because it's a big opportunity and he wants to mentor you, not you, but whoever was selected, which is you," Shantanu said as a matter of fact.

"I don't want to then," Maira blurts out.

"She will, she is just nervous, please give her some time," Elijah said before dragging Maira.

"What are you doing?" Elijah said.

"I am not going to work with him Elijah, it's too much for me."

"Listen, babe, it's a big opportunity, if you pull this presentation, your promotion is confirmed. Don't lose this because of him. You already lost so much for him."

"But..," before Maira could retort Sharon interrupted her, "Elijah is right, don't let that dickhead screw your opportunity."

"Sharon, language Please," Elijah sighed.

The next morning, as instructed by Shantanu, Maira went up to Abram's cabin.

He was wearing a light blue shirt with black pants with a black stripe tie. The fitting perfectly accentuated his lean, muscular built. To top it off, his cologne was all that could drive any woman mad for him. As usual, he was looking charismatic.

"Yes?" Abram asked indifferently.

"Shantanu, said I have to work with you till the presentation," Maira said with a frown.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Abram said without raising his head.

Fuck you, the moment Maira cursed him inwardly he gave a warning glare.

"Good morning, Mr. Ali," she sneered.

"Could be better, next time say it as you mean it," Abram said while continuing his work.

Maira awkwardly stood there, not knowing what and when she should work on.

It's just for two weeks, you can do it, she encouraged herself.

"Get me a coffee."

"Excuse me?" Maira had to ask

"Get me a coffee that you had on that day," Abram said.

"I am not your maid."

"It's ok if you don't want to go alone, we can go together if that's what you want," Abram said while shrugging.

Maira stormed out of his cabin and directly went to Sharon.

"I am not giving the presentation."

"What? Why?" Sharon screamed.

When Maira told about her encounter, Sharon said, "Don't you get it, he is doing it deliberately. He wants you to quit by yourself. It's just a matter of two weeks. You can handle him. It's not the time to give up."

Reluctantly Maira went to his cabin along with his coffee. To add fuel to the fire, he said, "I am disappointed with your efficiency."

The entire day passed with Abram trying to provoke her while she chooses to remain calm and not let him affect her, but soon that resolution of hers was shattered when he said, "by the way, nice pants, fits you perfectly."

"Mr. Ali, let me remind you again, I am your subordinate, so be within your limits or I will complain about harassment from you"

"It's just a compliment, sorry if that offended you in any way," he said, but not an ounce of remorse could be seen on his face.

Only 11 days remaining, she thought when the day ended.

The absence of her parents and Abram's constant presence around her was taking a toll on her newfound resolutions. The more she was trying to stay out of his way, the more he was attracting her attention.

Every day, it became her duty to get him his coffee like his personal assistant, however, he never tries to pass any remark over her dressing. Although he acted like an ass, when it came to working, Maira was surprised to learn new things from him. She knew one thing for sure, he was appointed as an assistant vice president based on his talent and knowledge, but how? Why didn't she know that before?

7 more days to go, she was counting.

That day when Abram was walking near the coffee room, he heard someone's voice which halted his steps.

"Umm....." Maira was moaning. It went on for a few more seconds. Abram's knuckles turned white while holding the doorknob. He was seconds away from barging in and tearing them.

"That was so good, Elijah," Maira said, and with that Abram left fearing he might kill Maira in his rage.

"Do you think she will like it?" Elijah said.

"Like it? She will love it. It's her favorite dish and I can't stop myself from eating more. Can I have another one to taste, Please?" Maira said with a pout.

"No, I gave you to taste it, not to eat it," Elijah said while closing the box.

"Fine, I never knew you could cook so well," Maira complimented Elijah.

"Well, Love makes you do all crazy things," Elijah replied, making Maira laugh.

It was only after lunch that Maira returned to the cabin only to witness the room to be in chaos. Abram was sitting on his chair with his arms on the armrest while his head rested on his intertwined hands, his laptop, and all the documents shattered all over the floor.

She had seen him in anger many times during their marriage, however, the scene before her made her shudder. She felt the air around her was hard to breathe and was tiptoeing to exit the room when she heard him yell, making her flinch, "Take another step and you won't like what will happen next."

She froze and unknown fear crept in. Why am I afraid? I didn't do anything. She thought.

She is not what she portrays, Abram.

Don't go by her innocent looks.

I have seen her with men many times.

Going office is just an excuse for her, she goes out to meet her boyfriend

All the memories flashed before him.

"Where were you?" he asked Maira in a menacing tone.

The way he calmly asked the question looked like the silence before the storm, Maira was comprehending whether she should be submissive or it was one such incident where she had to act strong. Her silence was fueling his fury. He again asked, but this time with a raised voice, "I asked where were you?"

"It was lunchtime, where would you expect me to be?" Maira was holding her breath.

BANG!

What remained there on the desk came crashing and the next second Abram stood in front of her.

With his proximity and his threatening aura, Maira took two steps backward irking Abram. He grabbed her roughly by her forearm and pulled her closer to him. Looking straight into her tearful eyes he said, "If you need a man, you can come to me anytime, is it necessary for you to w***e around in the office too?"

Once his words ring a bell to Maira, the welled up eyes start falling. She gasps with the physical and emotional pain as well. She wanted to hit him, punch him, but his iron grip on her was making her feel helpless.

"Let go of me," she stammered. It was a big thing for her to even finish her sentence while she was going through the agony. Agony with his accusation. Agony for calling her a w***e indirectly.

"Why? Aren't you satisfied with him? I can satisfy you right here, right now," Abram said while breathing through his clenched teeth.

He pushed her on the nearby couch before hovering over her. "What's wrong with you, listen to me first," Maira was defending herself before he could attack her and before things could turn for the worse.

"Listen to you? I heard it from my ear what you were doing in that damn coffee room with that bastard, quite a show that was, wasn't it? Or do you prefer him over me?" The memory of that night came flashing over her mind. She felt insulted, she felt humiliated, she felt scared, she felt helpless. Before Abram could do more damage she freaked out and said, "nothing happened there, okay? Hear me out first." She was sobbing while trying to defend herself.

Her tiny hands were a hurdle to his advancement and in a swift move, he pinned them beside her head.

"Abram, I beg you don't do anything irrational, okay? Please listen to me, we were just..." she was interrupted by Abram, "we were just what Maira, do you think you can fool me every time and I will let go of it like always?"

"Please," she hiccupped, " for God's sake, check the CCTV."