She slowly walked back toward the couch and removed the coat then carefully folded it inside her bag. ' Hmph, why is he acting like that? Is he on his period'? She sat down quietly while adjusting her skirt then started memorizing the contract.
Carl was still controlling his anger while wondering whose coat she was wearing when his eyes suddenly widened.
He stared at the fitted blouse she was wearing which hugged her figure tightly exposing a little bit of her cleavage which made him gulp uncontrollably and quickly averted his eyes then his gaze landed on her slender legs and he noticed the skirt was only an inch below her hips.
His thoughts run wild and he quickly looked down at the documents but found himself glancing up at her now and then.
Clara was still reading the contract while trying so hard to memorize it, totally oblivious to the man who was being tortured at the other end.
Her brows knitted when she read the part which says; ' Party B must take care of all the needs of Party A including eating on time, during and after work hours.'
She had totally forgotten about it yesterday as she was so excited about the payment. But now that she remembered, it's too late because she had already signed the contract. ' Argh, what do I do.' She sighed exasperatedly and slowly looked up, wondering if his anger had subsided, then their gazes met.
Carl quickly glanced away and focused on his document again, ' But wait ' does that mean the guy who gave her the coat also saw her like that. His anger finally erupted and he slapped the desk." Clara!".
" Y..yes?." She jerked up with a gasp and wondered what she had done again.
" Who gave you the coat?" He inquired angrily with clenched fists.
"Huh?" What has that got to do with him? Why was he behaving strangely? She was about to say something when he suddenly reached her side then held her hand and shoved her inside the bedroom while locking the door behind her.
Clara stood inside the room perplexedly and stared at the door which was suddenly bolted. 'Argh, what is wrong with him?'
She knitted her brows then started pounding on the door. " Carl open the door, please open it," she shouted for a while then finally gave up.
' If he hates me that much, why did he make me his assistant?' She sighed and went to the bed then sat down. ' Does he enjoy torturing me that much?.'
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Meanwhile, outside the door, Carl heaved a sigh of relief then went to his chair and pressed the remote as he watched his assistant comes in.
David greeted him while wondering why he took so long to open the door and he glanced around while wondering where the new assistant was again.
" The door, make sure it is modified by tomorrow, " Carl said and David quickly nodded. Not daring to ask the reason why he wanted him to do so even though he was dying to know, as he was the one that had insisted on having that door because of privacy.
" David, didn't you say Big bro was sick? " Zach came inside the office and Carl glanced up at him then felt a headache coming.
" Big bro, were you really sick,? what happened to you." Zach rushed toward the desk and examined his brother from head to toe. 'He doesn't look sick ' he thought.
" David said you ate something, what was it, and who the hell gave you the food. Damn, where is your new assistant? " He became furious and wondered how the new assistant had the gut to neglect his brother.
Carl's expression darkened and he shoved his brother away with one hand which made him plopped down on the floor.
David gasped, and quietly sneaked out of the office before his boss could turn his attention to him, seeing that Zach had also given him away.
Zach got up with a scrunched face and held his left arm which had hit the floor while wondering If what he had said was wrong.
" Big bro__" he whined and wanted to complain when his gaze darted toward the couch.
" Big bro, whose bag is this." he went to the couch and held the bag excitedly while trying to look inside. " Wait, is sister-in-law here?."
" Put it down," Carl said coldly and glared at him.
' hehe, I'm sure he's hiding her.' Zach chuckled and sneakily went to the wall and tried to type in the password to the private suite.
Carl watched him and sighed exasperatedly then stood up. " Get out."
" Hehe, Big bro, I just want to use the restroom. please give me just one minute, " he said and held his lower abdomen while twisting his face dramatically.
" Scram." Carl shoved him away then turned his gaze toward the locked door and sighed again.
" W..wait, there's something I want to tell you." Zach walked toward the couch and sat down.
" What is it." Carl also sat down and stared at his brother whose expression had turned serious.
" Ehm, about the weapons, do you really think it is necessary? I don't think those men would start a war anytime soon as they'd already been exterminated years ago".
" Mm, you can't be sure." He replied calmly. He was not willing to take any risk as they had already known about Clara.
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Meanwhile, inside the room, Clara stood up from the bed and placed her ear on the door but couldn't hear anything. She sighed and held her grumbling stomach.
It had been three hours since she was locked inside the room. ' Argh Carl'. She groaned and stood up. Then walked toward the kitchen's door while hoping that it was not locked.
She entered the kitchen and opened the fridge then took out some eggs and a piece of bread.
After she finished making an omelet she sat down on the stool and slowly ate it with the bread.
" mmmm" She rubbed her stomach with satisfaction and stood up then suddenly paused, remembering Carl's words and washed the plates then went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed again.