MY ENEMY LOVER

u could say is why I was walking there? Tell me, where else should I walk if

ich, you think you can get away with anything! Well, hell no! Wh

don't have time for any drama righ

Aren't you shamelessly making such a f

thless to you, but I value what I have becau

f dollar notes, waving them in my direction. "Here. This should be

lapped him hard across his cheeks,

s low life commoner?" He asked

a finger at him. I grappes the dollar notes from his outstretched hand and tore them

m, I purposely hit

**

at myself in the mirror. On the outside, I looked prepared, but on the inside, I

breaths in an attempt to soothe my frayed nerves.

y quickly for my grandmother's transplant surgery and to hire a new lawyer for my brother's

I decided to give it a shot. But that morning, I also had anoth

the company wasn't well-known, and I was so discou

ht of another rejection was too much to bear. As I sipped my coffee,

keyboard, I couldn't bring myself t

y utmost surprise, it was an invitation for a final interview-at

**

my bedroom. Today was no ordinary day. It was the morning

excitement mixed with nerv

er the sunlight. The building's sharp and modern design was decorated by vines

illars. The whole place looked wealthy and I fe

ealized it was nearly 8 a.m, and I rushed inside. Entering the reception area,

n opportunity I had been waiting for. If I thought the exterior

I made my way across the lobby, my step

ionist, a strikingly attractive young woman who seemed t

iling warmly. "I'm Blair Rodrigo. I have an

g area is on the third floor, second door

" I replied

ppeared more professionally dressed than I was. I couldn't

dgmental glance my way, I heard a male voice call my name, "Is

uncertainty. My brows knitted together in co

is requesting a perso

s raised at the young man's words,

trailed behind the man. We navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the

my shoulders. Each step I took felt heavier than the l

mposing double doors. The brass plaque on the door gleamed under the corridor's ambie

ured, courteous knock. A moment later, a voice emanated from

bre of someone accustomed to

he windows were framed with heavy curtains in a deep

chair whose back was facing me. "Good mor

ee glimpses of dark, shining hair, but what I couldn't t

remained at my standing point,

an the man who had splashed di

exclaime

in, Miss Blair Rodrigo," he greeted w