Mr Sinclair's Mistress

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avid Muller, one of our fund m

ought and didn’t notice you standing there

clear he’s been standing here a while, but I didn’

you, so I printed a new copy for you ah

forty minutes left. I can’t thank you enough

have made a mistake in the first place. If the

lling him that not only his job would have been at risk, but mine too. Wi

he mere thought of Nicholas

own you, an error like the one today has never slipped past

sleeping well, and it’s impacting me during

smile, his gaze lingering on me f

loodied and wounded. And now even my colleagu

the money, but all I've been doing is worrying. I intend to ask Mr Sinclair for an advance today bu

when they need me this much. "Rosalie, get in here, now!" The loud sound of Nicholas

ir?" I ask after ente

ke your jo

stantly. What is that qu

ng it off and dropping it on his table. I watch him take small

and I don't think I've forgotten or left any c

. Sinclair won't fire me. If it guarantees that I will not lose m

ewhere, and not in my company,” he tells me, his expression hardening. “

ng in a different rhythm than before. “What

own time. Do not use my network for personal gain, especially not during work hours like this. It’s fucking embarrassing to see you flirt with him so bl

h him, sir," I blink away my tears. "I ca

ance between us, his eyes on mine. “Tell

, sir,"

me a reason to fi

the tears threatening to fall, but I had no intent

er in when she arrives." I mutter a weak yes and nod in agreement even though he

anaged to fall from my eyes, I will myself not to let any more tears drop. Things have always been

ills my head again and I feel a wav

’t control. For as long as I can remember, I’ve chosen to lose myself in either education or work. I’ve alw

ing toward me, her short blonde hair perfectly straight and her makeup as impeccable as always. I’ve seen her at a variety of events on TV, and she always looks as tho

colas'office. I follow after her instinctively to announce her presenc

lovingly he looks at her. "Hello, darling." Mr. S

eel like too much of an intruder. "Excuse me,

servation for two at Mayfair. And order a bouquet of red roses

sir."

you, Rosalie. It's nice to meet you,

on after I turn, "Nice to meet you too, ma'am. Excuse me please." I sm

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when my phone rings, and I frown. My mother rarely calls me

m,

says, her voi

le of hours ago, and she has

my chest. “What? How long has she been mi

ook your brother and searched around th

iah?” Grandma and the convenience store owner have become frie

would’ve dropped by to say hi to th

bout th

to us when we said you should take her to a retirement home all this wouldn't be happening." She coughs clearing her throat. "You always like doing whatever you want! Even though you have the money, you ar

nd her as soon as we can. We have no idea what could’ve happened. What if

down my face, and

he's high. “There’s something I need to tell you. We’ve been keeping t

d tighten my grip on

mes she can’t remember who I am, other times she thinks we’re years in the past and your grandfather is still with us. What if it’s one of those episodes, a

gh my tears. “We’ll find her. It’s going to be okay.” My voice breaks, my mom is right. I should have ju

single place I can think of.

s all of me to stay calm. I need to think clea

ttention to myself. I walk speedily out the main doors before stoppin