Mr Sinclair's Mistress
sa
osi
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
uple of hours ago, and she h
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