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Chapter 23 

“Sir, your coffee,” 

I didn’t say anything and she asks “Will that be all?” 

She’s acting really professional for her first time. 

I looked at her and she was looking at the view, 

I looked at her outfit, letting my eyes roam around her body. When my eyes fixated upon a pair of….sneakers? 

“What are those?” 

She looked down at her shoes while rocking back and forth from her heel. 

She burst out laughing and I just looked at her like a madman. 

“Did I crack a joke? if so please enlighten me.” Her laughter died down noticing my serious expression and annoyed tone. 

“S–sorry sir, it’s just that I remembered a meme.” 

I blinked at her, “You mean to tell me, if we are in the meeting room and somebody is serious, you will laugh because you recalled a meme?” 

“Sorry sir“. She looked down. 

I didn’t want to say that she cannot wear sneakers here instead of heels (although, I hate those. Aria always complains about her feet whenever we come from a buisness dinner or gala), because it’s her choice and she looks somewhat formal and that is what we need in a work environment. 

“Leave now.” 

With that I dismissed her and she left the room not before leaving behind her roses and jasmine scent. 

How Am I supposed to work in this environment? 

Sighing I put a hand over my beard and massaged it. 

Let’s see how Miss black head will do for her first day. 

“I want these documents faxed, and make sure to re–arrange them after. I don’t want them all fucked up.” 

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Like my life. 

“Yes sir.” 

Sitting in my seat I looked over to my to do list. 

Fax documents. 

Re arrange them. 

Take out the records over the 10 years. 

Re–arrange them, 

Photo–copy the manuscript. 

Hand the faxed documents to some Sarah on the 18th floor. 

Print he contract. 

I have been going back and forth to work today. It is really tiring. But somehow I have the lastest bit of energy to complete my to–do list. 

It is now 3pm and I am working since morning and still have a lot of work left. 

My boss, Mr. Rudy Judy, has a lot of energy. That man has been going off since the morning and still is in the same place, with his head in some stack of papers with a pen in his hand. 

He has had three coffees since the morning and I had only one at lunch time because I needed it. I saw he only ate two sandwiches for lunch. 

No breakfast and two sandwiches for lunch. 

How is he alive? 

I am literally worried for his health, I thought about getting him something much more nutritional but refrained from getting an earful and also remembering Rule 5. 

I was on my second last task of the day which was to hand documents to Sarah on the 18th floor. 

I stepped into Kezr’s private elevator and pressed the button to the 18th floor. 

Ding! 

I stepped out and after asking about this ‘Sarah‘ I went towards her cabin. 

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I knocked and heard a small mutter, “Yes” 

I went in and saw a lady in her 30s behind an oak desk with glasses placed on the edge of her nose with a head wrap around her head. 

“Yes?” She asked while giving me a once over and then typing something on her computer. 

“Uh- Mr. Kezr sent me to hand these documents to you.” 

“Oh yeah. Please be a doll and place them there?” 

I nodded and walked up to her desk and placed the documents down. 

“Thank yo-” I was about to say thanks when my eyes caught a glimpse of a Vogue magazine. 

Curiosity got the best of me and before I could stop myself, I asked, “Uh.. Can I check that magazine?” 

She took off her glasses and handed me the magazine with a wide smile. 

I looked at the magazine and my hands trembled looking at the cover page. 

It was Kezr on the cover magazine looking handsome as ever. But what bought tears into my eyes was the figure beside him. 

A woman was kissing him and let me tell you it was not an innocent one. Kezr had his hands wrapped 

around her waist as if pushing her closer and she had her hands around his neck. 

A tear fell and I saw the magazine being taken away from my hands, “Oh please don’t tell me you have a crush on him. Don’t cry girl. He’s an asshole. He’ll dump you faster than Usian bolt completed his track 

race.” 

I sniffled back my tears, “And besides. This magazine is a month old. Don’t know why I even have garbage laying around.” 

She rolled and threw the magazine behind her without looking and it landed straight into the trash can. 

“Is that all?” I nodded and she waved her hand and motioned for me leave. 

I didn’t go back to my cabin and instead walked to the ladies washroom. 

I know he will never love me, care for me but I can’t help but feel jealous seeing him kissing someone. 

I know it was before our marriage but I can’t imagine him with someone else. Kissing someone else.