Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Heather's point of view:
"Are you headed to the cafeteria?" Jessica, one of my friends asked.
"Yes," I replied to her.
"I think you need to quit this job. That job isn't letting you look after yourself." Ivy complained.
"I need money, okay?" I replied to her.
"So which house are we going to study this night?" Caden asked.
"Heather's," Sam replied to him.
"Oh!" They all exclaimed.
I know that sound.
The last time they came to my house, it was so dirty, littered with my dad's empty alcohol bottles and his used plates. And the whole house reeked of his vomit. They couldn't even stay a minute there.
"What, guys? Okay, I have apologized for the lady time. I promise it won't be like that this time." I said to them all.
"Well, we can get a library then," Ivy suggested.
"I apologized to you guys already. Why are guy guys being like this? Okay, if the house isn't neat and inviting when you guys come, then my place will be forever canceled for reading place." I tried to convince them as I pleaded with them.
It is our final exam in high school and we are starting next week.
So we decided to do our normal reading routine.
"Gosh! Okay, I am in." I know Jessica will support me no matter what, she is my closest friend out of them all.
"Okay, I am in." Sam agreed.
"Same here. We are friends after all." Caden smiled at me.
We all looked at Ivy who still wore that confused and angry expression on her face.
It took her a minute to roll and eyes and shrugged he shoulders.
"Fine. I can't reject it when they all agree." She said with no interest.
Ivy's family is a bit rich and she is the only daughter of her parents just like me but she is a spoilt brat. She gets irritated easily.
And that's why she doesn't want to come to my house.
"Thank you all." I hugged Ivy.
"I promise it will be neat. Let me go and assist the chef then " I waved at them as I went inside the kitchen.
"Hello, Heather. You came just in time." The head chef said as she faced me with a smile on her face.
"Hello, Henley," I said to her.
"Mrs. Granola isn't around today, so I think you are in charge of serving the students." She growled.
"Henley. I can't do that. You know what happened the last time I served the food." I removed my coat and I hung it on the hanger.
"I am so sorry, Heather but you have to do it. She is not around and you know we are short of staff. Only Rachel and I are cooking for today and only Rina is serving which will be so hectic for her. Don't worry, I will give you a bonus." She smiled at me.
I sighed.
"What if that happens again?" I asked her.
"It can't." It has been addressed by the school authorities, so if they pull a spring like that on you, then they will be getting a suspension." She tried to convince me.
As if they will!
The lady time I served the food to the students. One of the school bullies, Violette, and her friends decided to play a prank on me.
They all poured their food on me. It was reported to the school authorities but they did nothing about it, they were only given a warning and I became the laughingstock of the school for that week straight.
"Will you serve them?" She asked me.
Like I have a choice.
"I will," I mumbled.
"That's my girl. Now, let's get to work." She said.
I changed my dress and I tied my hair up in a ponytail.
I went out of the kitchen and I used my mouth shield.
"You are helping me today?" Tina asked me.
I nodded at her.
"Good luck with that, then," she said as she continued serving.
I started seeing my colleagues and it was just as it should be.
I sighed at the boredom.
Then, I spotted Violette and her crew were coming.
My heart raced than usual as I was afraid of what they were going to do to me.
I wore my friend as I served the students.
"Oh! You are in charge today, poor girl!" Violette smirked.
"Yes, do you have any problem with it?" I asked her.
"Yes. I don't want you to use your filthy hands to serve my food." She glared at me.
"Then, you should be full with the one on your plate," I smirked at her.
"How dare you?!" She fumed.
"Are you troubling her, Violette?" My crew came to her.
"What the fuck are you all doing here?" She glared at Jessica.
"We just want to make sure her work is going so well without any disturbance." Jessica glared at her.
"Oh! Whatever, just serve me my food." She brought her plate forward.
I served her food and she glared at me before leaving and the same goes for her friends.
"Thank you, guys," I said to my friends and they went to their seats.
I sighed in relief.
"Are you okay?" Rina asked me.
"I was never okay." I smiled at her.
*
"Thank you guys for today," I said to them as we went out of the school building.
"I knew she was going to act funny, I am glad we put her in her place." Ivy smiled.
"I have to go now so that I can prepare for the night," I said to them.
"Say less. We got you." Sam said.
"Thank you," I said to them as I headed home.
I trekked home since my house wasn't that far from school.
I got to the old apartment and headed to my floor.
I opened the door to my small shabby apartment and it smelled as always.
I wasn't surprised when I met the house being trashy.
I cleaned the house before leaving the house today but my dad being my dad had trashed the whole house.
I am sure he brought home his friends.
I started cleaning up the living room.
Then I spotted my dad sleeping on the floor. I rushed to him and tapped him.
"Dad!" I called him. He must be so drunk.
"Dad!" I tapped him harder this time.
"Dad!"
"Yes?"
"Get up, my friends are coming over.", I yelled.
"Okay, okay. I am sorry I got wasted." He apologized as he tried to get up.
He got up and stumbled back, I rushed to his side to help him.
"Are you okay, dad?" I asked him.
"I am sorry, I am." I helped him to get up as I led him to his room.
I never complained about his drinking. I understand his situation as long as he doesn't fuck the good relationship we have together up.
His drinking habit started when we lost Mom, about four years ago.
We lost her to a car accident.
That's a memory I don't even want to remember.
I quickly cleaned up and ordered what my friends could eat when they came over.
After I was done cleaning the house. I set my alarm as I slept off.
Two hours later, the alarm woke me up.
I messaged them to start coming.
I hope this doesn't flop.
Chapter 2
"Is your dad at home?" That was the first question Ivy asked.
"Yes, he is sleeping in his room. I promise he won't mess anything up." I opened the door ajar for them to enter.
"Your house is nice today," Sam commented.
"Just come in and stop all this," I said in annoyance.
"Someone is getting annoyed," Sam sang as he got in.
"We are sorry, Heather, we just wanted to be sure." Jessica apologized as she hugged me.
"I understand." I scoffed. I am already tired from clearing the whole house, these people shouldn't add to my frustration. I closed the door and made the way to the tables and I took my seat beside Caden and Ivy.
"You ordered pizza already, Thank goodness. You know I love you for this." Caden said as he muffled my hair with excitement.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked him as I yanked his hand away from my hair.
"I love you." He blew me a kiss.
I gave him that irritated look.
"This is the sole role why you haven't gotten a boyfriend. You find everything disgusting." Jessica complained.
"Those words just make me wanna puke." I chuckled.
"I am sure you won't even have a boyfriend three years from me," Ivy added.
"That's possible." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Let's start. We are running out of time.." Sam interrupted our conversation.
"I am still eating my pizza," Caden yelled.
"Hey, stop shouting," I said to him. My dad is sleeping, I don't know what will happen if he wakes up.
"Stop eating the pizza, it is only for you " Ivy snarled at Caden.
"She ordered my favorite. You are the best, Heather." Caden smiled at me.
"Stop that!" Ivy instructed him.
"Someone is getting jealous," Jessica teased Ivy.
"He is all yours," I said to her wholeheartedly.
"Can we just start?" Sam is getting upset, I can feel it.
"Yes, please let's start," I added.
"Okay," the girls chorused and I started my explanation.
I explained the hardest topics in chemistry to them since I already read them beforehand.
The door of my dad's room interrupted us and we all turned our heads in the direction. My dad came out of the room, holding his head while he walked towards us. He stood on his track when he saw us.
"Oh! Hello guys," he said to my friends.
"Good evening, Mr. Skylar." They all chorused.
"Good evening. Well done. Keep up the good work. I will just leave the house so that I won't disturb you guys." He announced.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"The neighbor's apartment." He answered.
"You aren't going to drink, okay?" I said to him.
"Okay, my little kitty, I won't drink. I will also grab the groceries if I leave there." He assured me.
"It is late. I will get them tomorrow. I will come to call you if my friends leave." I said to him indirectly warning him not to drink.
"Sure thing. Thank you." He walked past us. He stumbled a bit but he was quick to compose himself.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"Sure. Don't worry about me." He made his way out of the apartment and closed the door behind him.
I continued explaining to my friends and when I was done explaining, I closed my book.
"Do you understand?" I asked them.
"Sure, it was crystal clear," Sam responded.
"Thank you for the explanation" Jessica added.
"God, I just understand those hard topics, that teacher isn't doing well explaining to us. All he knows is to ask students out." Ivy snorted.
"But he is a nice man, I spend my free period going to him for an extra explanation, you just judge him by the humor." I objected to her,
"Whatever but the humor was true. You must be lucky then. He doesn't find you attractive, maybe." Ivy scoffed.
"Whatever" I somehow felt hurt by her reply.
"Can we now eat our pizza?" Caden asked.
"You don't have any share in it any longer," Jessica said to him.
"I still have one piece though," he pouted.
We ate the pizza and gulped it down with orange juice. We spent the night gisting and talking about school, Jessica's new boyfriend, and so on.
My dad came back minutes after they left the house.
He came inside looking so worried.
"What's the matter, dad?" I asked him.
"Why did you ask?" He asked.
"You look Disturbed," I replied to him.
"No, I am fine." He replied avoiding my gaze.
"Have you started the habit back?" I asked him referring to his gambling habit.
"No, no. Why would I go back, I promised you not to," he replied.
"So what's the matter?" I asked him.
"I will tell you later but not now. Please be patient. I will tell you." He stood up and walked inside his room without looking at my side.
"Okay, just don't let it bother you, okay?"
"Okay." He closed the door of his room behind him.
I sighed.
I wonder what could be disturbing him that much.
He is not the kind of person who shows his worries except if he says his worries out.
I cleaned up the table and threw the waste out.
After I was done, I retired to bed. It was a long day indeed.
*
It was the next day, I made my way to the hallway, going to Mr Grey's office, the chemistry teacher. I knocked on Mr. Grey's door. It was my extra time and I needed him to explain to me one particular question in the past question before the exam came in.
"Come in," I heard him say from the other side.
I trusted his knob and entered his office.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Grey."I greeted him as I made my way inside his office.
"Good afternoon, Miss Skylar." He replied to me.
"I am sorry for disturbing you, sir. I have some questions that are hard to understand, so I thought of seeking your help." I said to him.
"What's that?" He asked as he gave me his attention.
I showed him the past question.
I had my seat as he started explaining the question to me and he solved the question for me as well. He explained the particular topic in addition.
Mr. Grey is a young chemistry teacher the school recruited two years ago. He is the youngest and the newest teacher. They haven't hired any teacher after his recruitment.
The humor of his always asking students out started middle of last year, exactly almost a year now and the school hasn't done anything to it or maybe no one has reported him yet but the humor is trending amongst the students.
"Do you now understand?" He asked me.
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you, sir," I said to him.
"You know you have always been the best student amongst my students. You always come to seek my help anytime you don't understand things," He began.
Here we go again.
"Thank you, Mr. Grey," I said to him.
He stood up from his chair and started walking my way.
"Let me make it short and vivid. I like you, Heather, and I want us to be in a relationship." He announced.
Chapter 3
Heather's point of view:
I will make it short and vivid, I like you Heather and I want us to be in a relationship," Mr. Grey said as he started approaching me. It was like I misheard him.
"Sir?" I said in shock.
"You know I don't like to repeat myself, Heather. I like you and I want us to be in a relationship." He repeated his statement. I wish I recorded this. I stared at him in pure shock. I knew there would be a moment like this with him. I mean, I saw it miles away. I have noticed his strange behavior towards me lately. He has made it his habit to always call my name when it comes to asking even though, there are numerous students in the class he could ask questions.
But I thought it was because I was his favorite student and he knew how much I loved his subject.
His sensitive touch brought me back to reality.
"What did you say?" he whispered as his eyes darkened.
I moved away from his touch as I regained my senses. I glared at me in irritation.
I feel irritated by him now.
"What did you say?" he had the gut to ask him again.
"Can you just it, Mr. Grey?" I said angrily to him while my glare was fixated on him.
"What do you mean?" he asked me as his smile started to fade away.
"Stop this entire act. I don't want you and I don't want to have a relationship with you" I paused as I gasped, staring at him in disbelief. "Why would I even?" I asked him with a straight face.
"I thought you were interested in me. So, I thought maybe we could give it a since I like you." He said.
"Oh! Cut the crap! You think I don't know you ask almost all the girls out? You are a despicable man. I didn't even know why I came to this place in the first place." I shot him a last glare before turning to leave the room.
"Don't be surprised if I fail you, Miss Skylark. I am giving you the chance to accept my proposal and get good grades in my subject or you graduate next year." I halted on my track immediately after he said that.
Does he want to use my grades against me? He is so cheap. I turned to face him as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I want to see you try, Mr. Grey. You try to fail me; I drag you to the school authorities for this. I would then like to see who would win after I get petitions from girls you have corrupted. I can even start to file a petition against you so that you can see how the whole school hates you. Try me, Mr. Grey." I turned and left his office in anger. I can't believe this just happened. What if he tries to fail me? God, I didn't take my dad's words seriously when he told me my mouth would send me to jail.
But why did I choose that man as my teacher before? I wasn't in my right senses I guess.
I told my friends about the incidents today and they all said they knew it was going to happen. They vowed to ruin his career if he ever tried to mess with me. That's one thing I love about our friendship. We are always there for each other.
Ethan's point of view:
The silence in the conference room was alarming. And it kept boiling up my anger.
"I will ask you again, how did the newly developed phones have bugs? Can anyone answer me?" I asked them again as I clenched my hands in a fist.
Silence
Silence.
"Can anyone fucking answer me?" I yelled this time in anger.
"How did the phones have bugs? You all don't know? Didn't I tell you to check before you present it? So, if I hadn't checked the software, we would have launched phones with viruses and bugs. We have a few days to the launch day and this happened?" I asked them all in anger.
"We are sorry…."
"You are sorry? You are sorry? So, on the phone launching day, I will tell the audience we are sorry that our newly produced phones have bugs in them and it happened due to our carelessness, right? Is that how I am going to say it? What will the public say? What will they think of the company?" I faced him.
They were all mute.
"Turn in your resignation letters at the hr office and you must all add that the reason why you resigned was because of your carelessness and incompetence." I stood up and so did my assistant.
"Mr. Worsley…." Mr. Bill tried to talk but was shut up by my deadly glare.
I walked out of the conference room to my office.
"Get, white on the line in five minutes," I said to my assistant.
"Yes sir."
"And inform the HR department about a board meeting this afternoon after the lunch break." I made my way to my office after instructing him.
I sighed as I sat on my office chair. I leaned back and closed my eyes as faced the ceiling.
I am fed up and confused.
How am I going to fix the bugs on 1000 phones within three days?
I am going to lose thousands of dollars in fixing the hones.
Our phone made it to the top five best-selling phones in the USA and on three continents for three years now but now we are about to lose the position we are in. Our customers have been demanding new phone models and we promised we were going to launch a new model in three days but the unexpected happened.
There was a knock on my door which brought me back to earth.
I sat up and instructed the person to come in.
"Mr. White is on the line, sir" he informed me.
"Okay, thank you." I picked up my office phone and got connected to white.
"Hello, Mr. Worsley." We exchanged pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"Have a nice day. I will be expecting you tomorrow morning." I ended the call.
"It's a lunch break, Mr. Worsley." My assistant reminded me through the intercom.
"Thank you," I muttered as I stood up from my chair and grabbed my phone and wallet along with me as I went out of the office.
"Can you remind me of my schedule this afternoon?" I asked him.
"You have a lunch date with Miss Bailey," he informed me.
"Thank you. Where is the reservation?" I asked him since he was the one who was in charge of our date.
"The new restaurant down the street. Ms. Bailey told me to make a reservation at the restaurant.
I have a lunch date with my girlfriend this afternoon and I don't feel like going. I am not in the mood to get out of my office this afternoon. I want to solve this mess before I leave the office. But knowing my girlfriend, she will never give me the chance to skip this lunch. She will nag at me all day and night if I do.
"Thank you, I will be on my way. Make sure everyone is present at the board meeting by the time I come back and no one must come near my office, not even you." I made my way to the elevator; I got in and pressed the floor I was going to. The door closed and it took off.
The door of the elevator opened when it reached the floor I was going to, I got off the elevator and made my way to the lobby. The lobby was awkwardly empty, everyone must have gone for their lunch break.
I went to the parking lot and got inside my car as I drove out of the building.
Chapter 4
I branched at the local market to get vegetables. The vegetables here are always cheaper and fresher than the ones at the grocery stores and supermarkets. I headed home straight after getting there. I am going to try a new recipe today. It is a Mexican dish called………
I googled for most famous Mexican food to make this evening. I got my pay from my part-time jobs so I decided to make something nice today.
I was done making the food, my dad arrived home on time and he went straight to his room after we exchanged pleasantries. He came out a few in later after the table had been set.
"What did my princess make today?" he asked with a huge smile on his face.
Before I could reply to him, we heard a knock on our day.
"Who could that be?" my dad asked with curiosity.
"Let me go check," I said to him as I let down the napkin and made my way to the door. I just hope it is not the landlord. I am sure our rent will be days in days. Maybe he is here to ask for his money.
I opened the door slightly and peeked outside to see who the person was.
It was Mrs. Stones.
"Hello, Mrs. Stones. You knocked on our door." I faked a smile at her.
"Yes. You have a visitor. Your dad. He does not know your room number. He is downstairs." She informed me.
"My dad has a visitor?" that's unusual. My dad never had a visitor since like two years now. Only his friends. He doesn't keep new friends. He doesn't socialize.
"Sorry, but did he introduce himself?" I asked the middle-aged woman.
"He said he is your father's childhood friend and your uncle." She paused and then smacked me lightly on my arm. "I didn't know you have someone that wealthy. He looks so expensive. He came with Ferrari wheels." She informed me. I frowned my face in confusion.
I don't think we have any family members that can afford a Ferrari car brand right now nor my dad's friends.
I think my dad has some explanations to do. How can he have someone that rich while we are here suffering?
"Thank you, Mrs. Stones. We will come downstairs to meet him.
"You are welcome. He is at the parking lot by the way." She informed me as she exited our porch.
I closed the door and jogged inside.
"Who was that?" my dad asked me.
"We have a visitor downstairs, Dad. A rich guest, precisely." I informed him as I took my hoodie from the kitchen chair and wore it.
"Who is that?" he inquired.
"I don't know. We don't know. I was just informed that he came to Ferrari. We are going to find out who is he when we meet him." I skipped the part about him being his childhood friend and my uncle.
"Okay?"
"Can we just go, Dad? He is waiting." I stood him and we walked to the door. We made our way to the parking lot to meet the rich guest.
Little do I know that meeting this guest will change my life forever.
This guest will change my life forever.
We spotted an old man leaning on a yellow-colored Ferrari. This is insane. I can't believe a real Ferrari wheel is parked in front of our shabby apartment.
I can't believe this.
We walked closer to the man who hadn't acknowledged our presence. He checked his wristwatch as he tapped his feet gently against the floor impatiently.
I think he is impatient.
"Are you perhaps the person looking for us?" I asked him, making him turn in our direction.
He glanced at us before putting his hands in his pocket.
My dad held my hand and slightly pushed me behind.
"Long time, no see skylark? How have you been?" he fixated his glance on my father.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Worsley?" my dad stammered.
"Don't be surprised to see me, Skylark. You would have known that I would come sooner or later." The man smiled at him.
I was in the darkness of their conversation. I didn't know what they were talking about.
"I just felt like this place is so shabby. You shouldn't be in an environment like this. You should have called me to come meet you at somewhere nicer." My dad told him.
"This place doesn't match my aesthetic but I think this is the perfect place to have a conversation, especially when your child is present." He objected as he started walking towards up. My dad moves back slowly.
What is happening? Why do I feel a weird atmosphere here?
Why is it that their relationship is more than being friends?
I feel like they have something in secret.
"You can call us to meet some other time in another place. We can even go and talk some here else but it shouldn't be a place like this." My dad insisted on his words. The man smirked as he walked past us.
"Don't be silly, Skylark, show me your house. Let's catch up with each other. I would love to know about your daughter as well." He chuckled as he was walking ahead of us.
My dad held my hand tightly and shot me a strange look. I didn't know what it meant so I asked and whispered to him. "What's wrong Dad?"
He kept mute as he was walking behind the old man.
We got to our apartment and I didn't miss the displeasing look on the man's face as he gave our living an eye tour. He was so reluctant to sit on our couch.
Who wouldn't?
I mean the couch is so old and ripped out. I was feeling embarrassed knowing our couches weren't even well presentable to the guests.
His name sounds familiar.
Worsley? Where have I heard the name? It must be a popular name.
Because I don't think I know any rich person with that last name.
He must be a popular man then.
My dad got him a glass of water which he politely rejected.
"I think we have a lot to catch up with, or what do you think?" he asked my dad.
"I think so," my dad replied, in an uninterested tone.
"Where is Gabriella?" he asked my dad about my deceased mother.
"She is dead," he replied in a low tone. Her name alone always changes my dad's mood. So we refrain from always mentioning her name.
"I am sorry for your loss." He looked like he was being sincere.
"Thank you, Mr. Worsley. I feel honored by your visitation." My dad faked a smile.
He lied. My dad lied about his last sentence. I know when he is lying or not. And right now, he is lying.
"I cooked lunch, do you mind joining us, Mr. Worsley?" I asked him.
"I would love to love to. If it was made by you." He smiled at me. And my dad shot me a deadly glare. What did I do wrong?
"This way, please," I said to him and he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. He had his seat, waiting to be served. His strong aftershave was strongly alluring throughout the kitchen.
I made sure to serve him with our best plate.
"Enjoy," I said to him. My dad came and sat beside him. I served him as well and he dug in.
"What's your name, damsel?" he asked me.
"Heather, Heather Skylark," I answered him.
"Whoa! What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. How old are you?" he asked.
"I am eighteen years old. I will be turning nineteen days after I graduate from school." I replied to him with a huge smile on my face.
"Whoa! I love your confidence. Congratulations on your graduation in advance." He smiled at me.
"By the way, the food is delicious." He complimented.
"Thank you, sir." I smiled at him.
"I have never seen a young buoyant girl like her, Skylark. You trained her well." He faced my hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Worsley." My dad who has been mute since said to him.
"I am here to ask for what you owe me, Skylark what I want in return for what is your daughter's hand in marriage to my nephew, a few days after she graduates from high school and birthday." He said with a straight face as he wiped his hand with the napkin.
"What?" my dad and I chorused.
Chapters 5:
Ethan's point of view:
"What's with the mood, Ethan? You are acting like you are being forced to be here." Bailey snarled at me.
"Why did you have to fix our date during the weekday? You know I am always busy during the working days." I asked her.
"You didn't…" she was cut off by the waitress.
"What would you love to have?" the waitress asked us.
"Just drop the menu; we will select what we want." She shot the waitress a deadly look.
"Alright, ma'am. Take your time." The poor lady stammered as she left our table after dropping the menus.
"Like I was saying…." I interrupted her midway.
"Let's just look at the menu," I said in an uninterested way.
"Are you even interested in this lunch date?" she glared at me.
I kept mute.
"You didn't even compliment my look. Have you even spared me a glance? The only thing you did was to nag at me. Who does that?" she said angrily.
"You always look good by the way. I was just asking you why you fixed our lunch during the weekday despite knowing how tight my schedule will be." I told her calmly this time.
She rolled her eyes and looked at the menu. I decided to go for ribeye streaks with bone marrow sauce with 2017 chardonnay.
"I will go pasta with black truffle and for my dessert, I will go…"
"I don't have time for desserts; I have a lot of work waiting for me at my office," I said to her.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, today? You should have told me that you are not in the mood to have dinner with me today. Stop embarrassing me in public, please." She snarled at me.
"I am sorry; I am just having a bad day," I confessed.
"You should have told me that. I would have just canceled the lunch. I am so sorry for not understanding your situation."
"I dropped the menu book and entangled my fingers with hers.
"I am sorry..," I said to her.
"It's alright. Let's just have our main dish and call it a day." She said.
"Thank you for understanding me,"
Bailey and I have been dating since like forever and she understands me more than anyone. She is the only person that understands me and always takes in my shit. I thought I lost her five years ago when I got married to my ex-wife. I got married to Georgina Sterling five years ago. It was a business marriage between my family and hers.
We got married for three years and got divorced since our marriage didn't work out. It wasn't a shock to our family since they saw it coming miles away. I got back with Bailey six months after our divorce.
"Should I come and ease your mind this night?" she asked as she shot me that seductive look.
"I am so sorry; it is going to be an all-nighters at the office tonight," I replied to her.
"Okay. I miss you being inside me though." She pouted.
"Next time," I said to her.
The waitress came back to have our orders and she said what we wanted.
I don't need you tonight; I need Keyline instead to cool me down.
Heather's point of view:
"Marriage? I have not even graduated." I muttered under my breath as I was still processing what this old man said just now.
"Yes. I want to ask about your daughter's marriage with my nephew, Ethan Worsley," he faced my dad.
"Mr. Worsley, I do…." My dad was cut off by him.
"Have you forgotten about your debt to me? You promised to pay it back. I think this is the right time you pay back, Skylark." He looked scary right now.
My dad sighed…. I could feel him shaking right now.
"I can repay in any other ways… I can run errands for you but I can't put my daughter away like this. She is too young and naive. Please." My dad pleaded.
"It is not like I am going to use her for prostitution or illegal things. I only want her to marry my nephew. And it is good news for you both as well. You will be out of all this mess you find yourself in and you will be related to the Worsley family which is a benefit to you guys. Do you think that's not good even? I think this is enough to be a deal."
"I can't let my daughter be a pawn in your games, Mr. Worsley. I beg of you, I can run any errand for you please but please don't drag my daughter into this, Mr. Worsley." He teared up.
"This isn't a topic to be emotional about. It is about being logical. I will leave you to think about it." He stood up and let us in awkward silence.
"What just happened?" I asked no one in particular.
Later that evening, my dad was nowhere to be found. I didn't know where about it and I couldn't guess it.
I was alone in the house and eventually, it turned out he didn't come home that night. I slept alone and the next morning, I got ready for school.
I left the house and made my way to school.
I was bothered about yesterday's event but it keeps on lingering in my mind.
"Are you okay?" Jessica asked me, if she made have noticed my odd behavior this morning.
"Yes, why are you asking me that?" I asked her as I tried to compose myself.
"You have been zoning out, Heather. I have asked you questions thrice now and you didn't seem to be paying attention to it. Are you still worried about Mr. Grey? I told you to report him to the authorities already. Stop making him rule your mind." She snarled at me.
"No, it is not about him. I am alright. I just can't wait to get this over with."
"Get what over with?" she asked.
"Nothing. I am just on my PMS; I can't wait to get it over with." I lied to her. I didn't know if my friends were going to believe me if I told them about what happened yesterday and the kind of visitor we had at our house. I don't even know how I am going to tell them. It seems like a dream to me.
"Sorry babe. Wish you had a man in your life, he would have gotten you those menstrual gifts but you are single…" she sang.
"Thank you for reminding me of that," I rolled my eyes at her.
We departed shortly after that. She was taking science courses while I was taking art courses. Ivy and I always have most classes together. The rest of them offer science courses.
*
It was the evening and Jessica and I was on our way to where we work. We work for the old women at the local market. It was more like a volunteer because we only get to be paid peanuts and sometimes we don't even get paid but the good side is that the work is so much fun to do. The jobs are our secret. We have been hiding where we work from the rest. We lied about working in cafes and restaurants. Although, I have a part-time job at a local bookstore where the pay is still a bit better than the market it is so boring.
"What the fuck has been bothering you, Heather? You have been awkwardly quiet today, you have been zoning out and you have been moody like your life is on a death row. Can just tell me? Why am I your friend if you can't tell me what bothering you?" She poured angrily.
I sighed.
"What the fuck is going on? Is your dad in another debt? Do you need money? I can lend you; I have saved enough for the year. Whets wrong, Heather?" she asked me in concern.
"I am not okay. I am so puzzled right now." I voiced out.
"What's the puzzle all about?" she held my hand.
"I don't know if you are going to believe me but this happened yesterday at my house, okay? Evan Worsley came to visit my father." I informed her.
"Evan Worsley? That name rings a bell." She maintained her gaze on me.
"I know." I breathed out.
"Worsley? The multimillion family? Evan Worsley? One of the top millionaires in the states?" she popped her eyes out in disbelief.
"Yes," I whispered.
She stared at me, I am quite sure she is lost in words.
"What did you want to say?" I asked her as I continued walking to the market.
"Can you stop walking?" it sounded more like a command than a question.
I halted.
"How did your dad know him? Don't tell me your dad has a skeleton in his wardrobe."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Why did he come to your house of all places? I mean, isn't your house too shabby for someone like him?" she whispered as she averted her gaze. I shot her a glare.
"I am sorry. I am just saying though. Even my house will be shabby for someone like him." she said.
"Whatever."
"So why was he in your house?" she inquired.
"He came to ask for my hand in marriage for his nephew, Ethan Worsley," I answered her.
She instantly became dumb and was too shocked to even move an inch.
I smacked her gently so that she could regain her senses.
"You must be joking. Is this a prank? Just stop it already." She glared at me as she continued walking leaving me behind.
Chapter 6
Heather's point of view:
Let me say this, I regret telling Jessica about my secret. She later believed me and she has been asking ridiculous questions ever. Questions that I can't even answer myself.
Jessica has been planning my life with Ethan Worsley already. The guy I haven't met in my life. I wonder how is going to react if he finds how about this or does he even know about it?
"Can we just focus on our work please?" I had to beg her. She has been disturbing me nonstop making me lose focus on my work tonight.
"I am so happy for you. Your life is going to take a huge turnover night and you are going to be part of the Worsley family." She dreamed.
"I don't want this. I don't want to get married to a man I don't know anything about. I am going to tell my dad to continue begging him until he stops bugging us about it." I said to her.
"Are you serious about this?" she asked me.
"Yes," I replied her.
My response made her smack me so hard on my shoulder.
"What the fuck?" I glared at her.
"You are about to marry a successful man which means you, yourself are going to be a successful lady and you don't want that? You are going to live comfortably now and you will get both your dad and yourself out of this brokenness of a thing and you don't want that? You are going to be one of the influential people in the state and you don't want that? Are you okay living a miserable life? If you are okay living this life, I am not okay so you have to get married to this man at all costs and bring us out of this low-life thing we are all into." she paused as she swallowed her spit.
"And you don't know him? You see on the internet almost everything and you are using a good phone made by his company or have you forgotten he is the CEO of that company? She asked as she pointed to my phone.
"Stop being greedy, Jess," I said to her.
"Please let me be greedy. When I was not greedy, what did I gain?" she was being serious. Her expression says it all.
"Can you please keep it a secret for now? " I asked her.
"Sure, your secrets are safe with me." She assured me.
*
"I'm home" I announced as I got inside the house. I switched on the lights. I flinched as I saw my dad sitting on our worn-out couch with a sober expression. It was more like he was waiting for me to arrive home.
"Dad? Are you okay?" I asked him as I walked closer to him.
"I am putting you in a tight spot, right?" his voice was shaking.
"No, Dad. It was not your fault to begin with." I dropped my bag on the wooden table placed between our couches.
"What's wrong? Why is your voice shaking?" I asked him as I continued approaching him.
"I am good for nothing I have always been causing you anything but trouble. I wish I died instead of your mom. I am nothing but trouble in your life." She sobbed.
God, I hate situations like this.
"Dad, what's all this? Why are you creating a scene now? We can solve this, okay?" I knelt before him and held his hands in mine.
"It all started when your mom was diagnosed with cancer three years after your birth. She was in her first stage of cervical cancer and the doctor said there were high chances of her surviving if we started her treatment immediately but we had no money to pay for the bills. We couldn't pay in installments because of our outstanding debts. The only thing we could do was to go to Evan Worsley, your mother's ex-fiancée to ask for his help." He paused. So, he was my mom's ex.
"He wanted to take revenge on your mom for breaking off their engagement and humiliating him in public, so he decided to render his help financially but he made a statement that; 'your daughter will be my tool, someday' but I didn't get him. I didn't know this was what he meant." He finished off.
"Why did Mom break her engagement with him?" I asked him in curiosity; it seems there are a lot of things I don't know about.
"Your mom was from a wealthy family. She had everything she ever wanted but freedom. She was in a cage that she wanted to escape so badly. She was so suffocated and she was dying inside. Her parents never gave her a space to breathe. They forcefully betrothed him to Evan and they got them engaged. We met a few weeks after her engagement with Evan at a voluntary service down the town and we fell in love while getting to know each other. She decided to break her engagement with him and she broke it at his birthday party where her parents were present. They disowned her action." He detailed the event to me.
That's so crude of my mom. Why would she break the engagement in public? The poor man must have been humiliated by her action.
And why would she break the engagement with a wealthy man just to settle for someone average?
I am not being greedy but sometimes, you have to be more logical.
"I can't believe I am being dragged into this mess." I ranked my hand through my hair in frustration.
"I am so sorry. I was so desperate to save your mom." He apologized.
"You are not at fault. You just wanted to save the person you love. You are not to blame." I said to myself as I patted his back.
"None of this is your fault. I wonder why you were sobbing." I sighed in frustration.
"This man." He sobbed. "This man we are dealing with is very powerful and wealthy, I know I am a coward but I am afraid of him. I don't have money or power to fight him and it was a done deal. We are helpless right now. The only thing we can do right is that you run away, Heather. I don't want you to be a pawn in his stupid games please." He pleaded.'
Run away? When I have only weeks to graduate from high school?
"Run away? To where Dad? Are you serious right now, Dad?" I asked him in disbelief.
I can't believe he is even suggesting his cowardly solution.
"This is the only way to escape from this situation. This is the only way we can live in peace. I have booked your ticket. I have packed your bags, the only thing you need is to get up early tomorrow and catch the early morning train going to our home town. I called Marcelo. He will be waiting for you at the train station. You are going to stay at your uncle's place in the meantime." He held my hand in assurance.
I just stared at him in disbelief. I felt dumb as I was out of words. I can't believe he planned this already without my knowledge. He didn't even ask if I was okay with it before he started planning the whole escape plan.
No wonder he had been at home since morning, he was busy planning all this without seeking my permission.
"What's all this, Dad? Why are you doing this? Why are you messing with my head? Why would you plan that without my knowledge? You left me out. Do you think I am too young to decide for myself? At least I am eighteen now and I should have my independence already, so why did you plan all that without me knowing especially when it is my life and not yours?" I asked him in anger. I let all my frustration out. I can't believe this.
I opened my mouth to talk but I am speechless. I am too angry to talk now.
"I am sorry, I am so sorry, my little angel. It was too urgent that I acted selfishly. I am so sorry, Heather." He cried.
"Stop crying already," I said to him as my eyes were filled with tears.
"I am sorry." He sobbed bitterly. I couldn't help but sob as I hugged him tightly.
I think we needed this.
After minutes passed, we calmed ourselves and we pulled away. My dad's eyes were already puffy by the time he stopped crying. I know mine would have been too.
"I will go." My voice sounded hoarse, I think it was because of the sobs.
"Thank you, Heather." He hugged him. I pulled away shortly after that.
I walked inside our mini kitchen and went to the fridge to see what I could make for dinner. I can't go to bed on an empty stomach after using all my strength to sob.
"What should we have for dinner, Dad?" I asked my dad.
"You don't have to cook, Heather. I ordered pizza for us already.
"Oh! whoa!" I rushed to the living room. I think we are having a farewell dinner tonight which isn't bad.
"That's so thoughtful of you, Dad. You are amazing." I smiled at him trying to brighten up the tense atmosphere.
"I know, right." He chuckled.
Chapter 7
Heather's point of view:
I left the house before the sunset after bidding my dad goodbye. I am going to my uncle's side for two months or so. I likely become a transfer student there. I felt like I was starting over again. Meeting new people, living in a new environment, and being away from my father and my friends is difficult but I have to do this.
I didn't even inform my friends before leaving and I feel bad for that. Everything happened in a fast motion that I was not able to inform them.
I got on the bus and switched off my phone, I didn't want anyone to disturb me. I am sure Jessica would have texted me by now.
The twenty-minute journey came to an end as I got off the bus when it reached my destination. I walked inside the station and made my way to the train. Almost halfway to where I was going, the unexpected happened.
Someone threw a black cloth over my head which made me see darkness. I tried to remove it as I called for help but I was being picked up by an unknown and the person threw me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. I started to fight but I was being injected in my thigh which made me fall into deep slumber.
My body felt so weak that it was almost impossible to roll over.
Wait, where am I?
Where am I on a soft material?
It is so convenient and cozy.
Why can't I open my eyes?
The smell of this place is so alluring.
Where am I?
Am I already in heaven?
If I am in heaven, then it is easy to get to heaven. I thought they said you have to do many good deeds before gaining heaven. I don't think I have even done half the good deeds of my age.
I didn't know but sleep took over me again.
My eyes were heavy but I managed to open it. The environment seems strange and unfamiliar. Where I am? The ceiling was looking more modernized and expensive than the one in my room so I am not in my room.
Where am I? I looked around the whole and examined it. I am on a king-sized bed, a soft large bed placed in the center of a big room. The room is so empty except for the bed and the couch placed by the window side. The room was painted with a grey marble style and the curtain was pure white likewise the color of the ceiling.
The room screamed elegancy and expensive. I can't believe I am in a room like this. This room is 8x bigger than my room. And the fragrance seems so rich. Is there an air freshener here?
I tried to get up from the bed but it was impossible as I couldn't even lift my body. They felt so heavy or maybe I didn't have enough strength to get up. I sat up and leaned against the headboard.
I know the person that captivated me will be here sooner or later. They can't just abandon me here, right?
My stomach growled, I am so hungry right now. I didn't even eat anything before leaving home. Do these people know I have even woken up?
What if my captivator is a serial killer or a rapist? What if he is an organ harvester? What will happen then? Will this be my end? I gasped in disbelief. I suddenly felt afraid and insecure. Is this my end? I can't believe I am going to die like this.
At least, if I am going to die or get killed, I should be allowed to phone my dad and tell him how much I love him.
The fear in me grew bigger as the door knot was twisted. I felt myself shaking in fear. The door cracked open and Mr. Worsley walked in.
What, Mr. Worsley?
My captivator is Mr. Worsley.
I gasped in shock. I can't believe he can even stoop this low to get me in his game.
He threw my phone at me and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Call your father, I want to speak with him," he commanded.
"Why did you kidnap me? Why would you stoop this low?" I asked in anger. He smiled at me before shaking his head in
"This is a deal with your dad and me," he said to me calmly.
"But I am the one you guys are tossing with," I said bluntly.
"So what's your decision then?" he asked me.
"What?" I asked him
"What's your decision on this?" he asked again but now, with his eyes popped out.
"I don't know. What did you want to use me for? I don't want to be a pawn in your dirty games, so just leave me out of this." I said out in frustration.
"Call your dad so that he can come to get you." He said but his face was giving a different sign.
I grabbed my phone and dialed my dad's number. When my dad picked up, he grabbed the phone from my hand. I knew he had a different intention.
He is so cheap.
"Hello, Skylark. This is Evan. Come to the location I will send to you now. Your daughter is with me." He said to the phone and hung up after his statement. He texted my father the address and placed my phone on the bed. He stood up from the bed.
"Have you eaten?" he asked me.
I chose to ignore him.
"I bet you have eaten today. I will get you something to eat." He left the room.
A few minutes later, a man walked in with a big tray of food. He placed it on the bed and smiled at me.
"Eat up, princess." He said in his deep Indian accent.
I rolled my eyes in anger. I watched him as he walked out of the room.
The aroma of the food was so inviting; it made my stomach even growled louder.
I can't believe I will have to deny this food.
I lay down on the bed as I backed the tray of food. I closed my eyes to get some sleep but the door got opened ajar.
I turned to the door and it was my dad, Evan, and some huge-built men.
"Heather!" my dad called out in concern.
"Dad?" I almost sobbed as I got off the bed and ran to him. We hugged as I sobbed on his shoulder. He smoothed my hair and kept whispering calming words to me.
"Can we sit and have the deal sealed?" Evan's voice broke apart.
"Have your seats," one of the men informed us. They already brought chairs that we are going to sit on.
We had our seats while my dad held my hand like he wasn't going to let go forever.
"You wanted to play games with me, Skylark but it turned out me smarter than you," Evan smirked at my dad.
My dad was mute as he avoided Evan's gaze.
"I planted my men to spy on your moments three weeks before I came to your house. I told them to watch you closely after I left your house because I know that you guys will play a trick on yourself and not me." He announced.
I raised my brows in surprise.
He planted men around us and we didn't even notice? Those men are professionals.
"They watched your moves. They follow your daughter to her school, they always follow you to your usual hangout and they know about your plan of sending her to your brother in San Francisco. I told them to follow her to the station and kidnap her here so that we can have a peaceful talk." He paused as he rubbed his hands together. "I am not here to hurt you guys and I will never do that, I just want us to have a deal that will benefit both parties." He concluded.
"Benefit us? Speak for yourself, Evan. You only do things that will benefit yourself and no one else." My said responded angrily. He seems he know this man sitting before us too well.
"It will benefit both parties, I promise. So, just calm your nerves, Skylark." He said to my dad.
There was silence in the room, and then Mr. Worsley started.
"The task is simple. I just want what is mine back."
"What's yours that you want to take back?" my dad asked him sarcastically.
"My inheritance. My properties and ideas." He replied to my dad.
"What did you mean?" my dad asked out of curiosity.
"I am the rightful inheritor of my grandfather's wealth but my father decided to give my elder brother because he is my father's favorite. He gave me my grandfather's wealth and properties and now his son, Ethan has also inherited my properties from him and they are spending my money, using my wealth like it was theirs. I am close to sixty now and I am near to death. So, even if I am going to die soon, I want to get what is mine back." He detailed everything.
"How do we know that you are not lying?" my dad asked him.
He handed my dad an old file.
"Check it. My father swapped our inheritance with his lawyer." He told my dad.
"You should just file a case against them in court," I said to him. It is easier than done.
"And you think I am going to win?" he faced me.
I shrugged my shoulders. He has the evidence here.
"What do you want now?" my dad asked him.
"I want Heather to marry Ethan and steal the documents from him," he replied to my father's question.
Chapter 8
Heather's point of view:
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"I want you to marry my nephew for two years and steal the documents from him. The document is nowhere to be found. He alone knows where the document is and the people that live so close to him. You have to master every corner of his house and gain his trust. You have to make him fall over heels with you and you have only a year to find the documents and hand them to me." He explained.
"What document is that?" my dad asked him,
"His inherited properties and the change of inheritance. Everything will be together. Like I said, you have only a year to bring that document to me and I will be paying you 10,000 dollars every month of your marriage to him. If you refuse to get the document after a year, I will stop giving the salary. And we are going you pay you now the sum of 20,000 dollars to change your lifestyle a bit before her graduation and move out of that house." He added. My dad glared at the files in his hands and threw them on the floor.
He stood up abruptly and adjusted his clothes.
"We are not doing this rubbish and we will never do it. Do you think you can easily put us in your games by using money? We aren't greedy, Evan. We are so sorry but find another lady to do this dirty work for you. My daughter isn't a thief and I never trained her to be one. I have trained my daughter well but you want to let her steal? That's too cheap of you, Evan. Have a good life." My dad took my hands and literally dragged me to the door with him.
"if you don't sign this deal with me now, you will be forced to sign another document." Evan's voice stopped us on our track.
My dad turned to him.
"What do you mean?" he asked Evan.
"You will be asked to write a statement that you killed your wife by my boys now and they will submit it at the police station. That's what they are here for." He informed my dad.
"You asshole!" my dad left my hand and rushed to him in anger but he was being held back by his men.
"You bars**d" my dad cussed him.
"You think I was going to forgive you for taking Gabriella from me? You humiliated me and now you killed her. So you think I will let it slide like that? It is either you sign this document here or you have to write your statement. You don't have a choice, Skylark." He said to my dad.
"You are a punk!" my dad said to him.
"So, do we have a deal?" he smiled at my dad.
"I didn't want to take it the hard way, you made me do that." He told us.
My dad freed himself from those men as he glared at them.
"You think you could hold me that with your little threats? I didn't know you were this cheap; you are even using her against me. You are tossing with her, right?" my dad yelled.
I was too dumb to talk. I just stood where I was. Everything happening before feels like a movie scene.
"Just decide now, Skylark." Evan fired at him.
"We aren't signing that shit you call a deal." My dad spat at him.
"Then, you guys should force him to write the statement," Evan said to his men.
They held my dad forcefully and put him on his knees. I gasped as he fell on his knees. I can't believe they are doing this to us. I had no choice but to give him.
"We will sign it. I mean, I will do it. Just don't please hurt my father." I sobbed.
"Heather, are you out of your mind?" my dad snapped at me.
"Just let's sign it, Dad. The man is so dangerous; he can send you to jail like he is saying. Just let us do this and he will leave us alone," I said to him as tears welled up in my eyes, I blinked and they rolled down.
"I can't believe you are falling for his trick, Heather." He said calmly.
"So what if I am? I don't just want them to hurt you, okay? You are the only one I have in my life. Do you think I will just stand here and let them harm you? Just let's sign the deal and go, okay?" I voiced out of frustration.
His facial expression seemed calm and he became silent.
"Fine," he said and the men let go of him.
"You are a good daughter, my dear Heather," Evan said to me.
I glared at him.
"I am not doing this for you but my father," I informed him sternly.
"Just take the pen and sign it," he handed me the pen and the file. I read the file thoroughly before signing it and it isn't harmful to sign. I signed it and passed both the paper and the pen to my father; he signed it reluctantly and threw the paper at Mr. Worsley. My dad must have hated this man so much.
"Nice having a deal with you. I will wire the sum of 20,000 dollars to you now. Have a nice day ahead." My dad held my hand and dragged him out of the room.
"That man is despicable," I said as I jumped on the couch immediately after we got home.
"Are you hurt, Dad?" I asked him.
"No."
"The deal is good, Dad. Imagine getting 10,000 dollars per month without working and it's for a whole year. He even tipped us 20,000 dollars now. And that's their family problem if he gets the inheritance or not. It's a good opportunity for me and I like it." I smiled at no one in particular.
"You are being childish. You are only after the money, Heather, you aren't thinking about the events that can happen during your marriage to him. What if he is an abuser or a sexual assaulter? What will happen then? You will ruin yourself because of this deal; you have to be reasonable, Heather." He voiced out.
He is true. I never thought of that. What if Ethan Worsley is a psychopath, what happens then?
What if he is one of those serial killers? I should have thought about that.
God! I am in deep shit!
Ethan's point of view:
My uncle, Evan Worsley barged into my office and walked words me.
"How are you doing, kiddo?" he asked me as he took his seat on one of the guest chairs.
"I have been fine, what about you?" I asked him as I put my focus back on the current designs I am working on my pc
"Great. This week has been good, I won't lie to you." He chuckled. Uncle Evan has been my favorite uncle and everyone knows that. He has been more than an uncle to me; he is more like my friend and an adviser to me. He has been of help to me in every aspect of my life.
"You look delightful today," I said to him as I shared a smile with him.
"Yes, is it that obvious?" he asked me.
"Of course, it is. Have you met a new lady?" I asked him out of curiosity.
"No. I don't have any lady in my life. I would love to be like this till I meet a wonderful woman. I am here for another thing entirely." He informed me.
"What's that?" I asked him.
He brought out a brown envelope and handed it to me. Without any hesitation, I took it from him and opened it. I checked the file and it was a mutual agreement between the both of us three years ago.
I needed his help with software development three years ago but before he could help me, he told me that we should have a strict mutual agreement between us that I would give in to his demands if he asked me for anything.
"Why did you hand me this? Is there anything you want from me?" I asked him as I felt restless inside. I was quite curious about what he was going to ask me.
"It is time I ask you to do something you are not going to decline," he smirked.
"What's that?" I asked him.
"I want you to marry the daughter of my childhood friend. I know it is ridiculous but she is the best woman for you and with time, you will get to know her," he detailed. It was like I misheard him.
Marriage? After one unsuccessful arranged marriage, should go for another one? It is impossible.
Stop it, Uncle Evan. I am not in for your jokes. I mean it. Ask for anything else but not that and I have a girlfriend, so if you are eager about me getting married, we can just fix a date and get us married." I deadpanned. His request just ruined my mood.
"I am serious about this, Ethan. I want you to get married to her. She is the woman that I want for you. You know I never liked Bailey, anyway." he says.
"Is it because Bailey is the niece of your ex?" I asked him.
"No. I don't just like that poor lady but that's not the case. Just please marry her and I am sure you will get to love her." He said.
I ranked my hand through my hair aggressively. I can't believe this is happening to me for the second time. First, my dad's, and now my uncle's.
But I somehow feel calm by my uncle's words. I know he will never let me do that. There must be a good reason for him to have suggested this. I trust Uncle Evan more than my dad.
"Can I meet her?" I asked him.
"I am sorry, I can't allow that now. I know you will scare her off." He stood up and collected the papers from me.
"For goodness sake, Uncle Evan. I am 28 and not 6. You guys still think you can live my life for me. So, I can't meet her now?" I asked him angrily.
"No, you can't now. I will bring her here to your office myself to sign the marriage certificate but not now, be patient, and have a nice life." With that, he left my office.
God, dammit! I hit my fist against my desk in anger. I don't know why I signed the damn agreement with him.
