The Billionaire's ex-secretary

4. Darkness

Eva's POV

I remember that I always complained to God about why I get so much work; however today when I don't have any work, I want to take my complaint back and hope to get a pile of work, so I can engross myself there.

However, I forgot that you can't be lucky every time. I recall that in the hope of diverting my mind, I went to my desk and looked for some unfinished files or some unfinished presentation but my effort of coming to the desk went in vain as there wasn't even a thing which I could have done.

So, I sat at my desk and kept my head at the table and sadly thought about my behavior towards Sarah, how much she cares about me, and on the other hand, I hurt her sentiments. I should have listened to her before yelling at her. It would be better if she doesn't forgive me so I could understand the importance of friendship and how some mere words give wounds to someone's heart.

“Ms. Brown, aren't you attending the seminar?” Mrs. Vincent, who is an old office staff, asked me in her soft voice. She is in charge of doing small activities like photocopy, bringing pages, exchanging files, arranging files, and so on. It seems small but without her, I guess we people who are in high positions can't manage even for a second. Still, we look down on her. So bad we are.

“It is tedious to sit for hours,” I nonchalantly said and lifted my head and gouged at my laptop screen, and clicked at the game thinking it is better to play some games rather than hurting my head with different thoughts.

“Why are you not attending?” I asked in the same tone.

“I have to arrange files in the storeroom,” saying that her face withered. She took a long sigh and held her thighs and massaged her knee.

“Perhaps it's time for you to retire,” I chuckled and kept my head at the table as I couldn't even like playing any game.

“Maybe yes,” she muttered and turned her legs.

“Hold on! Mrs. Vincent,” I exclaimed and stood before her, keeping my arms across my chest.

“Give me your id,” I next said and extended my hand. She gave me a horrified look and took some steps backward.

“Don't worry, I won't misuse it. I wish to take your burden on my shoulders,” saying that, I took her card and moved towards the storeroom without giving heed to her clueless expression.

Finally! I would be able to give rest to my heart which is constantly giving me pain by reminding me of a moron who made me a workaholic.

I promise that if I ever come face to face with him then I am going to stab his body with cruelty. How could he manage to change a lively girl into a workhorse? I must seek vengeance. Do I want to see him, so I could get my revenge? Or I want to see him, so I could get relief?

Whatsoever! I should stop giving tears to my eyes and concentrate on my smooth life.

“Ms. Brown, please arrange them according to year, and also there is a need to computerize files between 2001 and 2003,” Mrs. Vincent yelled.

What? Seriously? This much work I would have to do.

“Now you can't run. You willingly took my burden,” she further said.

“Fine but you need to give me a treat and if someone asks about me then give a nice excuse,” even though there will be some labor work, I am willing to do it.

While I went out of the lift, I felt like someone was staring at me. However when I turned I couldn't see anyone. Perhaps I am hallucinating because of the mess which is around me.

I pressed the id card against the key card and entered the room, my eyes widened seeing the scenario.

Nothing can be scarier than seeing several heaps of files lying down on the floor. Papers were scattered on the floor and pagers were in a corner.

In what havoc, I tangled myself because of my heart.

It's okay! Now it's done, I can't step back. I should clean this mess. Sighing and huffing, I squatted near the heap and touched it with my fingertip and sadly chuckled seeing dust glued to the tip.

I untangled the knot and took some files, gladly they were kept in order, so I didn't need to go through the hard work of organizing the files according to their years. So, I just picked a bundle and went towards the shelf, and began to arrange.

Trust me, now I might bow my head before Mrs. Vincent and other workers like her who do such exhausting work, it has been just 15 minutes, and I am already feeling overworked.

Furthermore, the shelf is at height, I need to tiptoe, so I could place the files in their correct places, and in this process, there were several times when I stumbled and saved myself by holding the pipe.

It made me realize that it would be better to be in the conference room and pretend to listen to the lecture and high motivational speech.

Also, some fake promises like; if you would give me your 100 percent, I will provide you with a better environment.

I was so busy with my thoughts that I didn't even realize that files were before my eyes and as a result, my leg hit and heels twisted, and I stumbled and fell.

Why today everything is going bad today? Was mentally exhausted not enough that I got physical pain too? Even though I usually don't cry, today I felt weary, some tears rolled down from my eyes. I don't know why these tears are flowing. Mental stress is killing me from inside or physical pain which is making me feel like killing myself.

“Is someone here?” I screamed and hoped that someone would come to help me. However, I forgot everyone is not like me who loves to invite new troubles.

Wincing in the pain, I crawled towards the stool, so I could sit there and remove my heels.

At the same time, a power cut also happened which made me restless. No! This shouldn't have happened! I began to sweat and felt like someone pulling my hair and slapping my cheeks continuously.

Darkness is my worst enemy, I can go through any situation but not from the darkness; It reminds me of a childhood tragedy.

“You killed my brother,” a voice echoed in my ears. I immediately snuggled my head between my knees and sobbed.

A pain shot through my body at the thought of that day. What would I do? If I again get engulfed in the darkness. Would I ever be able to come out? Could I ever become strong enough that my tragedy stops affecting me? What if I couldn't get success? I would keep suffocating here. In the end, I will cage myself.

My heart, as well as the head, felt bursting in the pain only thought of slipping into a stupor and I felt like I was losing my consciousness and a low scream escaped from my mouth.

I badly yearned for someone like Adam to come to me who can again take me out of this sadness.

Barely remembering his name, my heart fluttered and a happy memory came before my eyes.

Back then, when I used to work for him and the elevator was out of order, I took the stairs. I breathed out and felt drowsiness taking over me. I rushed as a result, my foot slipped, and I badly hurt my ankle.

That day too, pain pierced through my body and I felt like dying but then Adam came as a hero and carefully took out my heels saying, “It is okay to be late.”

He was always my hero who emerged in the darkness and took me towards the lightness, but I don't know when he became darkness whom I fear to face.

To be continued.