Chapter 5 Resignation Letter

• Chapter-5: Resignation Letter
• Aria Anastasia
• "As you say," I spoke up, not wanting to anger him. He might end up killing me if I pissed him off.
• We walked to the private elevator and waited to reach Zaiden's floor. I didn't utter a word this entire time because he seemed to be in a bad mood, and I didn't want to be the sheep he would sacrifice to lighten up his mood.
• As soon as we stepped into Zaiden's cabin, he closed the door and spat out, "What's wrong with you? Why are you being reckless?"
• I arched an eyebrow while watching him open a drawer and taking out a first aid kit.
• "Nothing's wrong with me," I answered, still standing near the door.
• He took out an ointment and when his eyes fell on me, he asked, "Do I need to email you for sitting on the couch? Or are you waiting for the doctor to tell you that this burned hand left a permanent mark since you didn't apply ointment at that very moment?"
• My eyes grew bigger in terror at the thought of having a big permanent scar on my hand. Immediately, I sat on the couch.
• "Give me the ointment before it leaves a permanent mark," I said to him, stretching my other arm, wanting him to hand over the ointment to me.
• Zaiden shook his head and sat next to me. "Let me do it since you got injured on your right hand. It will be difficult for you to apply using your left hand," he told me and took my injured hand, placing it on his lap.
• He opened the ointment and started to apply the cold gel to my hand. I could feel the goosebumps at his cold touch on my hand.
• I watched him being fully concentrated while applying the gel, not wanting to miss any burned part. "Thank you, Boss," I breathed out with a small smile on my lips.
• "Why did you go to the cafeteria to get the coffee?" he simply asked, avoiding my thanks.
• "My coffee machine broke and I told Yana to fix it. She will do it by tomorrow," I informed him.
• "I have a coffee machine here, you know? You could use it easily." His fingers trailed on my arm, as he mumbled, "Then you wouldn't have gotten injured like this."
• Due to the chills I was getting by his touch, I pulled my hand back. Putting a few strands of hair behind my ear, I said, "This was why I came to your cabin last night but then, I saw that unfortunate scene." I further spoke, "Besides, it wouldn't have happened if you didn't call out my name. I jumped in fear and this happened."
• "Are you really so scared of me, Aria?" he asked, his voice sounding he was hurt.
• I didn't dare to look into his eyes.
• Why would he be hurt? He should be happy that finally, the only woman who would talk back to him was afraid of him now.
• "Look at me," he commanded.
• Hesitantly, I looked at him, my eyes meeting his ones.
• "Bos—" I was interrupted by him.
• "Zaiden." When he saw me raising my brows, he cleared out, "I am habituated with you calling me by my name. It feels weird when you call me boss."
• "But I want to be fully professional now," I pointed out, but his next words made my breath hitch.
• "Then for you, calling me by my name is professional."
• He looked so sexy at that moment. I couldn't help but look at his lips. How would it feel to ki—stop there, Aria Anastasia, I controlled my chain of thoughts.
• "Thank you for aiding my wound," I said, averting my gaze. I got up from the couch and sauntered out of his cabin without even looking back for once.
• Was I thinking of kissing him? Did I go crazy?
• After I got into my cabin, I closed the door and sat on my comfortable chair. I replayed in my mind whatever happened a few minutes ago.
• It was not right. Nothing was going to stay the way it is now if I didn't do something. Earlier, I was close to Zaiden only due to work but now that I knew his secret, if I didn't do anything, I would be pulled closer to him due to whatever I saw last night. And I didn't want to get close to him after I saw him killing someone mercilessly.
• Every day when I would see his face, I would remember the dead body I had seen. He would stay as a murderer in my eyes and I couldn't work under a murderer. It was dangerous for me.
• If I make a tiny mistake, he will just threaten me with a gun since I know his real identity. Or worse, he will shoot me.
• I shook my head at the scary thought and opened my laptop.
• The decision had to be made soon, which I did already. Even though it was my dream job, and I loved working here, I couldn't see a criminal every day in the office. So I decided to write a resignation letter.