Chapter 2 Secretary To Raphael Jobs?

• I pressed the elevator and ushered myself into it.
• It was taking me to the topest floor of a thirteen story building in Salinas.
• I had just finished the day's workout and was on my way to my boyfriend's apartment.
• Three years have passed since I got jilted at the altar, three years of pain and loneliness, and for this once, I decided to give love another chance.
• I took a glance at the cake box I was carrying and grinned lightly, it was our six months anniversary and I had decided to deliver the cake myself.
• Having ordered a couple of other things online which would be delivered later, I felt the cake should be taken specially by me.
• Amusement flashed my face again, the thoughts of Collins always got me in the mood.
• He was all I had after all, well, my son Oliver and aunt Sally too.
• I had found out that I was pregnant for the stranger I had a one night stand with just after two months of the incident.
• My life had come crumbling at my feet, and ever since then, my life took a different trajectory.
• I'm going to be everything to Collins I would always say, this time I whispered it to myself again while taking glances of the beautiful notes attached to the box.
• I finally got to the floor after what felt like forever, and in excitement, I quickly pressed the doorbell.
• A slender looking lady had opened the door quietly, the dark glits in her eyes was plastered on me, and throwing her legs over the entrance, she asked "who are you?"
• My jaw dropped in an instant, a hard rush wandered over my chest.
• The lady was naked, with just a little lining wrapped around her chest.
• "Who are you?"
• I queried harshly, pushing the door wider and in an instant was inside the room
• Collins jumped off the bed to meet me.
• He had terror in his eyes and the prickling awareness that he had messed up overwhelmed him.
• "It's not what you think, Lett...listen I'll explain-"
• "Explain what?"
• I howled, letting go of the box I was holding to fall carelessly to the floor.
• I felt tightness in my chest, as I couldn't believe I was getting burnt by love again.
• "She's just-"
• His eyes followed the lady who quickly picked up her dress and began to slide into it.
• "She's just a call girl, Lett, I promise she means nothing to me."
• "Call girl on our anniversary?"
• I gulped, sniffling what was tricking from my nose as I watched the girl dress up to leave.
• The girl was mute, and swift.
• Collins had rolled his eyes in surprise as soon as I mentioned the anniversary.
• From his look, I could tell he didn't remember even after reminding him two weeks back and that flamed my nerves up the more.
• It was going to be our very first celebration and there he was ruining it before it even started.
• "I'm-- I didn't-"
• "You didn't remember? Is that enough reason to disrespect me this way?"
• I countered, my gaze scrutinizing the room for the last time.
• I knew that would be the last time I stepped into it as I was going to dump him right away, and now I cursed myself for being a fool who thought love was for me.
• "It's not what you think, Lett, can we please talk about this?"
• He moved forward to touch me.
• But I lifted my hand, signaling he never dared.
• His feet stopped abruptly, and he watched me search my purse for something.
• Finally, I had it in my hands, throwing it to his face.
• It was his spare key he had given me for easy access to his room.
• "It's over Collins."
• I managed to say, trying hard not to give way to the tears threatening to fall.
• My mind was already flashing through so many things, all I felt was pain and anger, while Collins watched me leave.
• He didn't try further to stop me, I mean do the usual begging and persuading.
• I guess he never loved me that much, or even at all.
• When I got to my apartment, I slid the key again for the third time, but it wouldn't push through. Looking down the hole, I realized it had been broken.
• A wave of fear enveloped me immediately, causing my head to spin.
• What could have happened to my door? I pondered, but before I could look into it to check again, the door stormed open.
• "Jack!"
• I called, terrifyingly taking a few steps backwards.
• Jack wasn't someone I would be scared of, but him breaking into my apartment was definitely out of character.
• I gulped, scratching through the corner of my dress and in an instant pulled out a little pen knife.
• It was a knife I had earlier gotten for the cutting of the anniversary cake.
• Jack scoffed, and displayed what was in between a smile and a smirk.
• "You now go about with a knife, Scarlett?"
• "What are you doing here?"
• "Come on, don't pretend like you don't know. I hate when you do that."
• He retracted, moving towards the large center table of the small apartment.
• Pouring some content into the shot glass, "I see Oliver isn't here anymore. Where did you keep him?"
• He was displaying a smile, but I was wise enough to detect how fake it was.
• Now I couldn't help but wonder why Jack would break into my apartment.
• "You now break into homes?" I asked, making sure I still maintained a reasonable distance from him.
• "Well, since you refused to take your calls or reply to your messages, the boss sent me to come meet you instead."
• He grinned as he pulled out a file from his coat, and placing it on the table, he walked towards me waving off the little knife I was pointing at.
• "It's a juicy offer. I mean, this is more than you've ever earned in all your stay with the GK3."
• He declared, parting off the curl from the strands of hair I initially left to fall casually.
• His eyes taking details of every piece of my body. Not trying to brag, but,
• I, Scarlett Johnson, was that girl every man would want to have.
• From my amber brown eye color to my blonde hair, to every detail of my perfectly curved body.
• Jack was obsessed and I knew it, but getting entangled with a work colleague was the last thing I would want to engage in, adding to the fact that I just broke up my six months old relationship.
• "I told the boss that I resigned!"
• I declared vehemently, pulling myself away from Jack's gaze.
• "And-" I picked the paper, not minding what was written on it, and tossing it to him,
• "Would have made you pay for this door you broke, but for old time sake, I'll overlook it." I cautioned, while pointing to the door.
• But Jack had not come for the normal bargains, the Gk3 group which he worked for had actually come with threats this time.
• "You remember the jail term for impersonation right?"
• He asked, tossing another paper to me, causing me to hold my breath for a moment.
• "Will you guys ever stop?"
• I queried, my hands plastering on my head as I paced the room in rage.
• "This isn't the first time I mentioned that I quit."
• "Well, the boss already promised this will be the last time you work for us."
• Jack sounded.
• I knew that was a lie, and as long as GK3 was concerned, they would continue to threaten me.
• "And who the fuck threatens me with an impersonation lawsuit when he's the one I'm working for?"
• I howled, donating a chuck of my anger to the center table.
• Jack was mute.
• He knew the terms were being bridged, but he didn't have any other choice that to do his work.
• Gk3 men were threatening to expose me for being an Impostor when they were actually the ones I worked for.
• I picked the paper immediately, and glanced through it, "Secretary for Rapheal Jobs?"
• I read, rolling my eyes in surprise.
• I haven't impersonated as a secretary before and the work showed I would have to work in close contact with Raphael.
• And the Jobs?
• The Jobs are prominent in the state,
• "The Jobs?" I asked blankly. Jack nodded lightly, "yes the Jobs, Raphael is the son of Albert Jobs."
• I rolled my eyes again, the Jobs are very powerful people in the country, how on earth are they expecting me to do that without getting caught?