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Chapter 9 - Icy cold death stare

Olive's Pov

I finally realize that I escaped a fatal accident, but the shock was so huge that I lost balance and went sprawling to the ground.

I can feel a sting around my ankle and wrist. I landed on a hard concrete floor maybe I have fractured some bones or caused bruises.

I breathe heavily; finally letting my lungs inflate to the full.

I roll onto my side, and slowly push myself to a side sitting position. I struggle to stand up.

The driver's seat door swings open as a man steps out of it.

"Are you alright?"His warm voice echoes around me while he lays out a hand in front of me.

I get a hold of his warm hand and push myself up using all of the strength left in me.

My legs have gone numb. To prevent from swaying I take a moment to balance myself while holding onto his hand.

"Ahem" a throat clears behind.

I look across to see another man resting his back on the car door. Certainly he is the boss and the one I am holding onto is the driver.

I try to process why that man seems cross.

"Oh!" I realize I am still holding a man's hand, "I am sorry" I say quickly and withdraw my hand from the embrace.

Did the man behind got jealous? Is he mad at me that I jumped in front of his car? Am I going to be punished?

Random thoughts start running wild in my head then I suddenly recall what was happening.

I look around but can't find the man who was following me.

"Are you done putting up a show?" a cold deep voice reaches my ears.

The man in front of me says "I hope you are alright miss, if there is nothing else please step out of the way, I must get going. We are getting late."

Uh? Are these people crazy? It was a near death experience for me. I am already so traumatized and badly out of energy.

Instead of helping me voluntarily and asking me what happened all they want is that I stop being an obstacle in their way.

It's useless to talk to the man before me so I march to the man leaning behind.

In a show of defiance I cross my arms and try hard to prove I am displeased by this rude behavior.

He simply gives me a cold shoulder.

I tug at his sleeve to get his attention.

After a few efforts, he finally bothers to turn around.

A gasp quickly escapes without my consent. The face…

He is the same man I ran into in the café. To whom I proved myself crazy, the one who got stomped.

I have embarrassed myself once before him and now here I am about to repeat the same mistake again.

I dissolve all the stubbornness I've been harboring and shift my stance.

Did he recognize me? But that can't be possible as I was disguised as a man.

Maybe if I pretend I don't know him things will be much easier to deal with.

After all there are many doppelgangers in this world.

He gives an icy cold death stare, inching one eyebrow.

I must have been staring at him for a long time.

It's frightening but I gather the courage to speak.