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fice?" His voice was deep, cold, and
the, but my lun
st. He didn't need to raise his voice for me
as intimidatin
long the back of my neck. It was like my body wa
ven before Mr. Ryan lifted his gaze from h
ce trembled, "Good morning, Mr. Ryan," I greeted as that was the first thi
e," He shut his eyes momentarily as if trying to hold back something dark and dangerous. His jaws cle
ything he could t
t tell me you are the one my uncle asked me to give a job...?" He said a
.." I began, licking m
was I apolo
ded st
ou do? Nothing. You just stood there like she wasn't worth saving. And now you think you can just waltz in here, ask for a j
r than disgust-hatred, maybe? It was as if
ubbling up inside me. This was worse than I could have imagined. "It
tle girl choke to death? Or didn't mean to be so heartless tha
heartless bitch, and manipulating people to get undeserved favor
k to do, the only thing that might show him how sorry I truly am. "Please, Mr. Ryan..
Miss. Tera Williams, you
rt sto
-it was all too much. "Please," I begged, my hands trembling as they clutche
work in my company if you were the last person on earth," he said, his voi
the harshnes
s desk, dialing a number, h
hiring her. I don't care what the deal was,
Kingsley was saying only made him angrier. His eyes flashed with
his fist down on the desk with a loud b
t numb, col
ard me. He paused for a moment, his eyes burning into mine, full of disd
dy trembling as silent
supposed
ning, overwhelme
I leave
ously would never give the job to a cold, unfeeling, heartless woman
he door when the door swung open and the secretar
you to yo
*
t sat down in my supposed 'new' o
description, and no appointment letter had be
so st
al Assistant. Although it scared me, considering that I'd have to be around him ev
y life is a
e close of work for the day. I sti
o... Maybe... Leave? Would he g
w I wasn't meant to leave until my boss was ready to close for the day. But h
id my life get
act of kindness... Maybe I can ca
at an early age. I had to learn to fend for m
or special. Sometimes, I worked as a janitor, a waiter in a coff
ant me to leave. That's why I desperately wanted to have my own kids, but Lo
that spilled from my eye
have a miserable