Ch-5
"Sir, Could you give me another chance?" Luciana asked as she faked tears.
Oscar just sneered at her acting. If she had anything good about her, that was her only talent for acting. Why didn't she become an actress?
But he also realized that this old man wasn't any good. Oscar would let this woman deal with him then he would enter if needed. People like them don't deserve any help from him. He waited to see what happened, looking for chances to remove him. This man would ruin his company's name one day with his behavior.
"Luciana, my dear, why don't we talk things out tonight. Then we can discuss what to do about your position. If it goes well, you can get as much as money you want," the old pervert said, his eyes shamelessly undressing her every inch.
Luciana could feel bile rising up in her throat under his disgusting gaze. This man is so disgusting that she wanted to bury him six feet under. She suppressed her emotions and started crying louder as she told herself to control herself for some more time.
"Sir Johnson, Can't we get into the cafe over there? I am so hungry, I didn't even have my breakfast while rushing here," she said, pitifully. Like a woman being bullied by a big bad wolf.
The old pervert readily agreed to her request. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Luciana 'wiped' her tears and walked out of his cabin. She granted herself a successful smirk as she walked. She took out her phone and she saw a text flash confirming that Mrs. Johnson had entered the coffee shop. A smile crept on her lips at the good news she saw but she hid it immediately.
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In the Coffee Shop…
Near the window, two tables were placed in the first row near the entrance. One table was occupied by Mrs. Johnson while the other was empty. Meanwhile, to their front, Oscar and his son were sitting.
Taking their seats, Luciana called the waiter to order food.
Charlie clapped and giggled seeing Luciana but Oscar pressed his finger to his lips asking him to stay silent which Charlie obliged immediately like a good boy. Luciana did not realize that she had two new spectators. Well…three. Callum too was watching them intensively.
The waiter reached their table and took their orders.
"An Americano for this kind sir and a glass of water for me." she flipped through the menu, but barely seemed to read it. She picked a breakfast meal of different sets and when she asked the old man he shook his head. "And we'd like to have them go please," Luciana said with a kind smile to the waiter. Taking the order, the waiter left.
It took her everything for him to utter the words 'Kind Sir'. But she said to herself that with a little more time, everything will be solved. That only gave her the courage to go forward. The worst would be she would be slapped or beaten by his wife. Luciana was ready for everything when she called her here.
Sir Johnson… oopsie… the old pervert said nothing. He was happy that he was finally getting his hands on her.
"Why did you ask him to pack it up?" Old pervert asked.
"Hmm… I don't like to eat in public. I love having food alone," Luciana said with an innocent smile. The Old Pervert wanted to say something else but kept his silence. His only focus was to drag her to bed before he could start controlling her.
Mrs. Johnson was listening to everything they were talking about. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and she glanced down at the time, impatiently. This girl was wasting her time.
"Sir Johnson, today I was met with an accident on my way here. See the bandages are still fresh. So please think again sir. Just because I am late, you cannot fire me. I do the secure employees' work and I still do not ask for Over Time pay. Counting all the time I was late, including today, the number is only three. I know tardiness does not have an excuse, but please reconsider. Please give me the chance to work again, Sir." Now, this caught the attention of Mrs. Johnson.
The old man was hardly listening as he was busy staring at her chest.
"Sir, You know I have to study for a Masters's degree. And this job is the only way for me to save enough money and pay my bills. Please reconsider," Luciana said with 'tears'. She sounded so pitiful and desperate as she spoke. It seemed she was on the verge of wailing. She made it seem like she would be on the roads without a job.
Even though what she said was true, Oscar considered her lying. He saw her as a pretentious woman who would do anything to bring demise to others for her self-gain. He shook his head as he sighed. If not for getting rid of this creep, he would have left this place.
She still wanted to create trouble here even after finishing her procedures and taking her pay. She was just another drama queen to him.
"For that, you have to do something for me," Mr. Johnson said creepily. He took her hand with a meaningful grin, stroking up her wrist as he drew some patterns on the back of her hand.
"I will do anything. I will do overtime. I will do the tasks of a permanent employee even if the company doesn't pay me more. And… I wouldn't say anything even if you scold me, Sir," she begged as she clasped his hand tighter. As if she didn't have another choice than this.
"I'd like you to come home with me," he said lowly.
Mrs. Johnson was already in tears. The desperation in Luciana's voice made her feel embarrassed and ashamed. She knew her husband was a pervert but to stoop down this level to play with a woman's life was deeply immoral.
Mrs. Johnson urged to beat the shit out of her husband. She knew just how to teach him a lesson. The only reason he had the opportunity to work here was that she once saved Oscar's Bernadotte from a seeming fall.
As a mamma's boy, Oscar had asked her to ask anything within his limits, and he would do it for her as repayment. And she asked for a job for her husband. Thus Oscar gave him a position in the legal department of his company. Many contracts come to them and many people would send them notices in different languages and in common languages. So they hired translators to effectively interpret these into English for consideration.
And now… an intern who came here to fill her stomach and to save up money for her studies was taken advantage of by her husband.
Even though she herself did many odd jobs back in her days to fill her stomach, she never experienced sexual abuse or harassment of any sort. Even if she did, she would have stood up for herself so they'd back off. But here he was taking advantage of the power imbalance between them. He dangled her job in front of her like a hypnosis tool. And it made her feel sick. How could she have doubted this young woman?