Chapter 6 Killer Or Not?

• Chapter-6: Killer or not?
• Aria Anastasia
• Yesterday was Sunday, so the office was closed and I couldn't submit my resignation letter. I could've submitted it the day I wrote, but I was scared of Zaiden's reaction. However, today, I would give the resignation letter to Zaiden, come what may.
• With full determination, I entered the office. As soon as I saw the private elevator was about to close, I ran towards it. Soon I could get into the elevator.
• After pressing the button on my floor, I was panting hard because of the morning run I had to catch the elevator. I didn't notice anyone being in the elevator until a voice spoke, "You shouldn't run like that with those heels."
• I rolled my eyes and looked at Zaiden, who was standing at the other corner of the elevator, his hands in his pocket.
• "Then you should allow us to wear sneakers at work," I retorted.
• He twitched his lips, preventing a smile, and said after looking at my hand, "How is your hand now?"
• "Better than before," I replied curtly, trying not to look at him that much.
• "Good to know," he said to me. "How did you spend your weekend?"
• "I slept the entire day," I answered and glanced at him. "What about you?"
• "I had some business to attend to. My twin, Lance came here to Cali from Las Vegas yesterday," he informed me.
• "Oh, great." I tried to pay heed to what he said, but my mind was focused on how I would hand my resignation letter to him.
• Would he accept it or would he tear it in front of me? Or worse, he could just kill me. But killing someone because she wanted to resign, wouldn't that be harsh? Who was I kidding with? He was a murderer.
• Soon the elevator reached my floor and the door opened. While getting out, I heard Zaiden say, "Don't forget to send me the report for the new company which approached us."
• I shook my head with a sigh and went straight to my cabin.
• Even though I wasn't his assistant, he would make me work like one. I could've easily sent the report through someone else, but no, he would scold that person and make me take the file to him, just because I was the one he asked to bring the report.
• I wonder how he would survive without me if I left the company.
• I took out the sealed envelope from my bag, looking at it with sadness because I didn't want to leave this job. I loved everything here. I had the respect I wished to have, everyone adored me. I did my work with full dedication for the past two years. But one mistake—it ruined everything for me. I wished I hadn't opened the door that day without knocking on it.
• Would resigning from my post, solve my problem?
• Even if it didn't, at least I wouldn't have to see Zaiden's face every day.
• Shaking off all the thoughts, I took the reports I had to submit to Zaiden. I wanted to take the resignation letter with me as well, but I have decided to submit it at the end of the day. I would submit the letter, explain myself, and run from his cabin once the office-hours come to an end. It sounded like a nice plan.
• I got up from my seat and made my way to Zaiden's cabin. I knocked on the door, and when he told me to come in, I went inside. I expected him to sit on his chair, but he was standing near the coffee machine—two mugs of coffee were in his hand.
• "I brought the report," I said to him, standing in the middle of his cabin.
• "Keep it on the table," he told me and took a seat on the couch. I kept it on the table and turned to leave, but Zaiden stopped me. "Aria, are you free now?"
• I arched an eyebrow and responded, "Depends on what you will say next."