My Healing Love Omegaverse

Liam

I'm feeling like a caged lion, pacing back and forth in my office without being able to stop. Once again, the need to let out my anger in some way arose, and I opted for the most accessible one at the moment. I grabbed a bottle of my father's favorite brandy and threw it against the wall.

"Damn, damn, damn!" I also threw a glass against the wall. "A thousand times damn!"

The shock passed and in its place, there was only anger. A lot of anger toward my father, my mother, and especially my idiot uncle. I'm sure it was he who convinced my father to establish those conditions for me to finally take over my fortune. And I still can't believe my father did this to me! What Frederico is doing to me is blackmail and the most ordinary kind.

I continued walking around the room, now being careful not to step on the shards of glass, until I felt a little more in control and called my secretary.

"Arrange for someone from housekeeping to come to my office," I ordered without even greeting the woman on the other end of the line. "Quickly!"

I wasn't in the mood for slow people. Although my secretary usually attended to all my requests with great efficiency, she didn't value speed, and that drove me crazy.

I sat in my chair behind the imposing director's desk and unlocked the computer. I needed to prepare for a meeting with the crisis management team. My father couldn't have chosen a worse time to drop that bomb on my lap.

Someone knocked on the door at that moment, and I imagined it was from housekeeping.

"Come in already!" I shouted impatiently.

I wasn't wrong, and I soon noticed the entrance of a girl wearing a horrible white overall and a cap on her head. Although I never paid attention to the people who perform basic tasks in my company, I noticed that for a few months now, the same girl has been cleaning my office.

She just waved before starting her work, and I didn't bother to respond to her greeting. I was too busy with problems much more important than an employee in the cleaning department.

I continued analyzing some important reports and searching for additional information on the internet, as well as requesting a legal department report by email, all simultaneously.

"Have you ever considered seeking help?" A sweet and gentle voice spoke very softly.

I thought I had heard things and looked at the only person in the room besides me. It's not possible that this girl dared to suggest that I need help.

"What did you say?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

I stared at the girl, once again my eyes screaming for help in the face of her horrible outfit. She looked at me, seeming uncomfortable, I would even say regretful for having said whatever it was she said, now standing and collecting the shards of glass on the dustpan. I hope she doesn't dare to repeat it.

"Have you ever considered seeking help?"

My ears didn't deceive me and the soft, delicate voice was indeed from that plain girl. However, upon closer analysis of her face, I noticed that her features were not unpleasant. Not that it changed anything. She had just thrown away her job at Loser Inc.

I leaned my body in a way to better support myself on the high backrest of the executive chair and with all the calmness I possess, I lifted my hand to my chin.

"You're fired."

The girl looked at me, surprise displayed on her face. Her eyes expressed a mixture of sadness and determination, but she didn't back down.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I just wanted to help, offer a friendly word. We all go through tough times, and sometimes it's necessary to recognize when we need help."