The day was so stressful for Mitchelle as she opened the door to her apartment,dropped her bag on the couch and removed her shoes. She never knew becoming a secretary could be this stressful,if she had known maybe she would have found another route for revenge.
Talking about revenge,Mitchelle smiled to herself,everything was falling into place as she had wanted. She never knew he had a fiancée,thinking about this mitchelle clutched her chest. She felt like someone was ripping her heart out.
What was happening to her?
She knew coming close to him after finding out he was the same guy that night would be a huge risk and mistake, maybe she would have quit at that spot. Who knew it would escalate this way and now clutching on her chest.
His fiancé had tried making a friend out of her but she declined. She was only being a secretary and fulfilling her revenge plan, not trying to make friends with some fiancée bitch. Mitchelle had turned it down without batting an eye.
RECALLING
"NO"
"Why?"Charlotte frowned,was this bitch serious,she literally stooped herself this low and asked to be her friend and she was turning it down.
"You don't have to answer right now…"
"My answer is NO and NO,there will be no time for thinking miss…"she bobbed her head in complete silence like she forgot her name,blinking her eyes. Charlotte's nose flared with brimstone but she pulled up a large smile mitchelle knew with that smile her cheek is in for some pain "is okay I understand miss mitchelle,working as a secretary is quite stressful and frustrating but you see…"charlotte drawled looking down at Michelle as she leaned in to stare into her eyes "you shouldn't vent it on someone who was only trying to help,maybe I can…"
"Thank you but I don't need your help,please miss… you should leave now unless you don't need your fiancé to know you are bullying his secretary" Mitchelle smirked tired of Charlotte,the girl was a brat.
She knew such girls, they love bullying the ones they think were below them but not her. She had been on that boat before and knew how it swam on the sea. Being born from a rich family didn't turn her this way like a brat,her parents had treated in a Godly way.
"You…"
"You wouldn't like that,would you?"
Charlotte hissed stomping herself away from there,with this mitchelle sighed reclining back into her chair with a thud.
PRESENT…..
Mitchelle skimmed her cupboards and she found nothing,with the penny on her,she left for the grocery store to buy food stuff. The mall was filled with people,she almost tripped but held herself up. Buying everything she needed she headed for home to cook for her mom.
Getting things ready mitchelle arranged some food for her mom. The hospital gives her food but she cooks her mom's favourite food for her.
The nurses helped in serving it to her. She doesn't talk to no one but stares into space with tears rolling down her eyes. When it gets too much she starts wailing, destroying things around her resulting in shock.
She knew how it felt to kiss your husband goodbye in the morning then welcomed by his dead body in the evening,she was only strong enough to vent her revenge on all of them.
"Where is my mom?"
"Sorry miss michelle but you can't see her now,she just went through shock and is sleeping deeply,maybe tomorrow"the private nurse in charge of her mom said to her.
"Hmm thank you"she went to the glass by the room's window ,the room was one of the most convenient in the whole of the hospital. She made sure even with the distraught of her mom she gets the best.
After watching her sleep for some more minutes she left the hospital,sitting on the bench by the street wasn't a bad idea she found herself sitting on one.
EarPods on her ear,she found herself thinking with the word "if" every sentence in her head getting the 'if' word before it began. She would deal with everyone.
Blinking back the tears,a luxury car passed her. It dropped a beautiful woman cladded in the latest fashion. She knew all these things because her father bought them for her mother so she knew trends. The woman laughed gracefully with a friend who was by her side. She took her head away from them to look into her phone when it buzzed.
Unknown:where are you?
Mitchelle:Who is this,please?
Unknown:it doesn't matter,what matters is where you are right now.
Mitchelle read it as she sighed,replaying her music that had paused. She got another buzz but this wasn't a message but a call—a video call. With anger of disturbance she swiftly swiped it not knowing it was the answer button and mason's face came into view.
"Where are you mitchelle?" Shocked,her voice came out in a low whisper "I…don't know"
"Move the phone,let me see your environment" he fingers his hand through his hair while watching her carefully and this evolves a spark in mitchelle.
"I'm coming,keep sitting down there and don't move"he commanded in his baritone voice and the call went off. Mitchelle's mouth hung open with no words coming out,she was astonished at how he called her and found out where she was and hung up immediately.
How did he get her number?
She forgot she was his secretary and her portfolio was in his hands. While waiting for Mason, the woman who had dropped off with her friend submerged from the store behind her,she didn't notice there was a luxury clothing store there.
While passing by her purse fell which she wasn't aware of but mitchelle saw it thus picking it up and ran to her before she closed her door to leave "please mam your purse"
"You say what dear?"the beautiful woman asked sitting inside her car, she must be a rich lady,she did identify the purse as a limited edition purse. Her mother once had it.
"I said your purse mam, it fell down right while you were walking"
Emily gazed at the purse in mitchelle's hand which was unquestionably her purse. She smiled. Taking it, she beamed at her "people like you this days are hard to find"
"Hmm?"
"I said people like you these days are hard to find, they would have taken the purse and left. Thank you"
"It's not a problem mam"she scooted back to the curb, ready to leave. Emily pulled a card from her purse calling out to her, Mitchelle turned to her, her eyes wide in question "Emily, call me if you need anything" her card in her hand trying to shove it into Michelle's but she shook her head "No, thank you. I didn't pick up your purse for payment I…"
"I know, sorry if I gave the wrong impression. Maybe we could go for tea some time?"
"I…"
"Please?"
Mitchelle was tired, this wasn't what she planned picking up that purse for her. She was only trying to help and not sit out and drink tea with a stranger. She sighed. "Ok"
Emily requested mitchelle's number which she gave her and handed a card which we knew mitchelle will never call out to her but took it anyway. They bade themselves goodbye afterwards, at the same time a sleek black sports car came into view with mason hopping out in quick steps. Standing in front of her, he asked.
"Who was that?"
His eyes fleeted to the moving Rolls Royce that had moved away from mitchelle. She flinched at his tone. It wasn't harsh but commanding, imposing and possessive, heat pooled down her belly.