6. Resignation letter.
1440 Words
Eva's POV
Listening to Sarah's answer, I get flabbergasted. I stiffened and couldn't believe my ears; I got some suspicions, but I don't want those doubts to come true. As I won't be able to take it, how should I understand that the screwing man is my new boss?
Three years ago, I ran away from him and now Sarah's words are hinting that Adam is my new boss. She must be kidding me because of my blunder. She must want to take revenge on me.
Yes! There is no way that Adam could be here. This is a software developing company. He hates coding and programming stuff. So why would he be here? Sarah is just messing with my head, nothing else!
“Your friend said you are dealing with a lot of stress nowadays. Do you want some sick leave? I can give you medicine and a signed document,” the doctor said and signaled me to lie down. I didn't answer her, and I just followed her words and laid quietly. She lifted my right ankle and sprayed lotion.
“Don't walk much or wear heels,” saying that she sat in her seat and did something in the journal.
“Who is the new boss?” My physical pain became somewhat less however mentally I was still exhausted.
“How am I supposed to know? I arrived just now. Someone from the office called me and asked me to hurry though I can't understand why. You got a sprain, it would have been fine once you applied some ointment and got some medicine,” she said and moved after giving me a paper. It had a medicine name.
Why is she behaving like this with me? She always talked sweetly with me, so what is wrong today? Did I offend her? Gosh! What is happening around me?
Sarah came back along with Mr. Diaz who made funny faces seeing me. Why does it seem everyone is picking on me? No one is talking to me with a straight face. Am I on some kind of target?
“Miss Brown, are you fine? Do you need some rest? Shall I drop you at your apartment?” Mr. Diaz said. I could see how much he is forcing himself to be good with me. It seems someone has put a sword at his neck and told him to behave like a gentleman around Eva Brown, or you would be dead.
“Are you willing to drive her home?” Sarah arched her brows. Mr. Diaz grumbled something and looked at his watch.
Sarah stared at me. I nodded in negative, she sighed saying, “There is no need. I will take an hour off and then drop her.”
“I would be fine. There is no need to go anywhere,” I sat and attempted to disembark but stopped by Mr. Diaz who yelled, “A hell no! You don't have to put your leg on the floor. Where is the bandage? Doctor, can you wrap some bandages around her ankle?”
“Are you serious? It is nothing,” the doctor came inside and clenched her fist. Perhaps I am understanding the scenario behind my physician's creep mood. Mr. Diaz or someone else has annoyed her. That's why she is getting mad at me.
“Something is weird,” Sarah muttered and looked at me. I hummed and followed Mr. Diaz's gaze which was, again and again, going towards the door. I again saw a silhouette near the door.
“Mr. Diaz, ask your buddy to stop meddling. There is no need to pay attention to me,” I stepped down and held Sarah's hand. She made me wear my purse and gave her shoes saying, “You should wear this. I will use your heels.”
“Fine! Drop me to my desk,” I muttered.
She hummed. Mr. Diaz attempted to say something, but I gave him a pissed look and ambled after wearing shoes.
While moving, I again felt someone's gaze but this time I didn't stop as somewhere I got most of the answer and I also comprehend that I don't have time to prepare myself. It would be better for me if I accept the truth before it is too late.
Upon reaching my desk, Sarah made me sit and put my purse down. She sat beside me and held my hand saying, “What is going on? Are you worried about something?”
“First you say bad to me then you go to the storeroom. There you hurt yourself, and now you seem so out. It's not you,” she further said.
“I had a bad day. You say what happened at the conference. Do you also get a promotion?” I rubbed my forehead and flickered my eyelashes.
“No, but I got a permanent position. All contract workers who worked for more than 2 years, they all got, however, I don't care as I plan to quit after 6 months,” she said with some thought. I didn't ask her why as I am already dealing with enough problems. I may ask her tonight when I would apologize to her.
“Well, You are now the chief executive officer's assistant. Also, there is a small gathering this Sunday. Are you coming? Or as usual, you are going to miss it?” She narrowed her eyes.
“This time you have an excuse too,” she pointed towards my ankle.
“Further I guess he will understand after all,” she winked at me.
I pressed my lips and closed my eyes and looked at the other side saying, “Is Adam Miller our new boss?”
“Yes. Is there any problem? Shouldn't you be delighted knowing your ex-boss is your new boss?” She said, “You are going to have so many benefits.”
“I don't know if I should be happy or cry,” I muttered. She furrowed her brows saying, “I don't understand what you are saying.”
“Can you please give me a painkiller?” I asked. She hummed and left from there.
I bowed my head, some fresh tears escaped from my eyes. How would I cope now? I can't work under Adam. My feelings which are still fresh will get wounded in his presence. I was able to gather my shattered pieces after so long, but now I will again get devastated. Yes, like other girls I won't deny that my first love's presence won't affect me. It will do as I didn't forget him or stopped loving him.
However, I don't discern why he is here? Is he here for me? No way! Adam might be an emotional fool, but he never mixes professional and personal life.
There must be some good reason but what about me? What am I supposed to do? Should I resign? I don't think that I can stay here.
Yes, I would run again. Perhaps for my whole life, I will keep running. It is better to run rather than dying each second.
I opened my laptop and typed a resignation letter. Maybe it is the end for me. My dream of a well-settled life will not be fulfilled. I would again need to give some interviews, and it will again take three years to reach some good position.
I am back to that point where I was 3 years back but this time I can't even see where I have to run.
And this time I just hope I should run somewhere very far, perhaps a deserted location.
Once I completed typing, I hit the send button and emotionally looked at my desk and around the office. This office surely gave me comfort. It helped me to hide behind the mask.
Holding my breath, I ambled towards the lift. I felt pain in my leg but in front of my heart, this sprain didn't hurt. I entered the elevator and pressed the first-floor button, but before the lift could have closed, a hand and leg came which jammed the door.
I wiped my tears and got normal but as soon as my gaze fell at the person my breath hitched.
“Miss Eva Brown, it's enough. We should stop this hide-and-seek game. This is not only childish, but also it is freaking annoying, and you know I hate getting irritated.”
I should have gotten angry seeing this man's act or cried listening to his words however I didn't do anything. Emotionally, I stared at him.
To be continued.
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