"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, sir" the secretary quickly screamed as he saw Mr. Nacel's fist coming directly to
his face, causing him to hang his hand on the way and glare at him.
After a while, he dropped his fist while breathing heavily. " You're fired. Get out of this place"
"No, sir. Please, don't fire me; it won't happen again. I'm sorry for the mistake, sir. Please, sir" the secretary begged.
"Get out of this place before I change my mind and lock you up." He yelled, gesturing to the exit door. " Get out!" he yelled, but he broke down on his knees and begged him.
" Oh my goodness, this guy is tempting me" Mr Nacel mumbled, shaking his head and pacing the room angrily in a fast motion as his secretary kept begging him, causing more anger to him.
After a while, he stopped and turned to him. "Stand up and get out," he yelled. " Get out, get out, get out" he yelled madly, causing him to run out quickly in fear.
He took his phone from the table and called his tugs. Immediately, they arrive at his office. "Zack, I want you guys to do something for me," he said, pacing slowly with his hands on his waist as he kept breathing heavily.
"Sir, we are ready to do anything for you," Zack answered.
Mr. Nacel chuckled softly and nodded his head after hearing his words. He cleared his throat. "All right. That's why I like you guys" he said, walking down to his desk and taking out a map that shows the road to the INTEG company and shew it to him.
"I want this company to be bombed down, and make sure before you bomb it, grab the CEO first and chain him up till I come, okay?" he instructed, and Zack nodded his head.
"Yes, sir. I will," he answered and collected those things with money also before he left.
...…..
"Maria?"
"Yes, ma" she answered, running out from the kitchen to me.
" I want to eat; prepare food for me," I said, staring at her with my brows raised.
"Okay, Ma'am. But ma, please, what would you like me to prepare for you?" She asked.
"Um…" I hesitated, thinking. " I don't need heavy food this evening, rather a lit food" I bit my lips and clicked my tongue. " As a cook, what do you prefer for me?"
She chuckles after hearing my question. "I think noodles would be good for your choice. Will you go for it?" she asked, staring at me.
"Well, yeah," I answered, nodding my head. "Good. Go bring it and make sure that you fry the egg and place it on top of it to make it nice, okay?"
She nodded. "All right, ma. I will" she said as she moved.
After a while, she brought the meal, and it looked delicious, but the way she looked at me when she dropped the food on the dining table kept me wondering.
"Maria, what happened? Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, pretending as if I didn't know what my face looked like.
"Um-um," she stuttered, blinking her eyes. "I'm sorry, ma"
"No, no," I shook my head and swallowed the spoonful of noodles that were already in my mouth." You don't have to be sorry, Maria. If you have seen something tell me. I love to live freely with people, okay?
Don't think otherwise about me, okay?" I said, giving her an assuring smile because I knew that was an opportunity to ask her things about her boss.
She nodded, staring at me after hearing my speech, and let out a little smile. "Okay "
" Yeah," I said, nodding my head in reassurance.
"Why is…your face pale and your eyes… swollen, ma? It-it-it" she stammered and took a deep breath. "It wasn't like this when you came. What happened to you?" She asked hesitatingly in a worried tone.
I chuckled sadly and heaved out a sigh after hearing her question. "My dear,
It's a long story" I said, inhaling heavily and leaning my back on the chair that I was sitting on as the thought of my old life burst into my mind.
She has just reminded me of my past when I was still with my parents and doing that menial job to earn a living.
I knew how beautiful I was by then because I was able to use some of my money to take care of myself, and some I gave to my parents to buy things for the house.
I was very beautiful at that time to the point that two unknown guys could fight against each other without my notice for the sake of who would get me
And to make matters worse, none of them had ever approached me before but they kept fighting for something they would not get.
However, I was not aware of their fight at first until the rumors of it started to spread around, causing me to wonder. Though, I did not believe the rumors until one of their friends called me on my way back from work and told me about it.
But ever since I came here in the name of marriage, I have been always crying and shedding tears all over the time, causing my face to turn to something else.
Crying and shedding tears have become my day-to-day activities, and they seem to have become part of me now.
This is the sixth month since we were married but I've never known peace for once.
I have tried all my possible means to avoid him with his torture, but he still forces his way and comes to me in a bit to torture me. I don't know why he married me either; whether he married me to torment me every time
Or whether he married me for his sexual urge. I'm confused.
Imagine being in a marriage with 50 rules and regulations to keep; isn't that a punishment? And yet, he has not kept it for once, but he is expecting me to keep it; how would I?
He seems to be enjoying the process of punishing me and sees me crying every time."
"Ma'am, are you there?" I heard Maria asking with a confused worried voice, taking me out of my thoughts.
"O, Maria." I shook my head to shrug the thought off my brain. " I'm sorry for keeping you longer, Maria." I hissed sadly and took a sharp breath "Come and sit down, let's have some discussion"
She quickly took a seat curiously in front of me after hearing my words.
" So tell me, How is your boss behaving with you?" I asked but she coughed after hearing my speech and stared at me with a confused face. I know she must have been wondering why I asked.
"I'm sorry, ma," she said after coughing.
"No, no problem. So how is he to you?"
She took a deep breath. "He's a cold-hearted and heartless boss"
I scoffed. " Hm. So why do you work for him either?"
" Well," she shrugged her left shoulder and curved her lips. " It's because--