Chapter 12
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Chapter 12
Next day came quicker than Sylvie dreaded. Following the moment she read the text drafted from an anonymous sender, she’s been in turmoil and head over in thoughts.
Who could that be? What does the person want with her? She’s new here, she came back not even up to a week yet and she’s already marked a target?
Speculations were all Sylvie could process for relations until the dawn of a new day.
Even as she escorted her kids to school and resume for work, she still couldn’t get herself out of her inner bluster.
Her ongoing distress weren’t subtly masked enough, for it took Troye nothing more than a single glance to observe her agitation and question it.
“Are you pregnant?”
Sylvie recalled Troye’s words and attempt to natter into her personal struggle.
“Why would you ask that? Jeez!” Sylvie had forced a smile, followed by a light chuckle to convince Troye mentally that she was just stressed and nothing more.
At least her day wasn’t matching her mood. Mikel hadn’t come in yet since she resumed work today. She assumed he’s probably in a meeting outside the office or doesn’t feel like clocking in today.
Speak of the devil. The aura suddenly shifted when a figure came into sight that drilled thoughts into Sylvie’s head.
Never has she seen a man look so elegant, beautiful, yet dangerous at the same time. He strode past Sylvie’s cubicle, a magnificent scent left in his trail.
Sylvie blinked in adoration. All thoughts regarding the texts or her worries suddenly lost in the ocean, now replaced with the vivid image of her boss in a loosened button shirt at the top, perfectly ironed and tucked into his black pants that fitted his lower body moderately.
Sylvie never took Mikel for an athletic dude- he’s never stepped into the gym once throughout the time she spent working as his maid, but the way that shirt wrapped firmly around his arm muscles was something else, the little part of his chest that popped out of the loosened area.
She couldn’t help but imagine a perfect image of him shirtless, bared to her while she slowly take every bit of him.
The intercom on her desk suddenly beeped and she was forced out of her reverie. She sighed before she answered the dial.
“Good mor-“
“Get your eyes off me. And get in here!” Mikel’s cold voice commanded before Sylvie could structure a formal greeting.
Read beeped at Sylvie to signal that he’s relayed all he has to say to her.
“Good afternoon to you too.” Sylvie spoke under her breath. She sighed as her chair pushed back for her to stand up and walk into Mikel’s office.
She halted few feet away from the door. Not too close, and not too far. Her head went down in respect, wondering if she could announce her presence or she’d just stick to avoiding his mean dealings.
“What did you do in here?” His tedious voice penetrated the silence.
“I-“
“You look up at me when you’re talking to me,” he scolded.
Sylvie quickly raised her head to match his soulless face, staring menacingly at her like a predator assessing its prey.
“Nothing much. All I did was clean your stuffs, dust your shelves, and rearranged some few things.” Sylvie’s voice had suddenly lost its grip. Courtesy of the primal form of heat that prickled into her skin as her gaze met his.
When she arrived this morning, she needed to get her mind off her personal worries and so craved a distraction. Hence, the reason why she busied herself with reorganizing the office.
“Let today be the first and the last time you’d touch anything inside my office without my permission. Got it?”
He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Sylvie began to nod.
“Understood. And I’m sorry,” Sylvie quickly replied, “Will never happened again.” She added.
“Unless of course you gave me an order to do it. Then I’ll do it, but in a different taste because it looks like what I did here today doesn’t suit your taste. If you don’t mind, could you please give me tips on how I can organize this office to your taste?”
“Get out!”
“Absolutely.” Sylvie turned around as quickly as she could to scramble out of his presence.
Once she was seated behind her desk, an heavy sigh blew through her mouth before she took a glance at him and instantly snapped her head back to the front when she noticed his eyes were still on her.
She wasn’t expecting him to be looking at her. Gosh he’s scary and nothing like the man she used to work for. How on earth did he come to master that killer gaze of his? The kind of eyes that gets you real uncomfortable if you stare at it too long.
A voice suddenly broke out of the intercom on Sylvie’s desk in a way that startled her into mouthing a mindless “Jeez!”
She quickly tapped on her own speaker so she could respond, “Huh?”
“What did you say your name was?” Mikel’s cold voice rang in.
Sylvie’s brows furrowed at the question. She even had to take another glance at Mikel to see where this suddenly came from.
His eyes were still pinned on her. Lifeless, and a thorough shade of danger.
“It’s Sylvie, sir.” She mustered a polite response.
“Sylvie what?”
“Sylvie Richard.”
“Sylvie Richard,” he repeated after her thoughtfully.
“You?” He suddenly mouthed, his tone amused but at the same time livid.
At this point Sylvie had no idea what exactly Mikel was doing. Why ask for her full name, unless he’s somehow remembered their past.
“Get in here!” Mikel filed his command, no longer accessible through the intercom.
Sylvie dragged her feet into motion as she stomped back over to his office, a little bit anxious of what he wanted with her this time around.
She came to halt when her figure paused few feet from him. Hands delicately twined behind her as she let down her head in a bow.
“Here I am, Sir.”
“What are you doing back here?!” His chilled authoritative voice grilled in the rudest way possible. “I want the truth. Don’t make this nastier than it should be,” he added a warning.
Sylvie let down a gulp. If he wants the truth, is he really ready for the truth?
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