I gazed straight into Samil's eyes, forcing myself to remain composed.
“You were not doing anything wrong! Don't let this guy treat you like a criminal!” I encouraged myself in my head.
He kept blocking my way and increasing anger in his expression.
“Could you step aside, Mr. Borda?” I asked as calmly as I was able to.
My words only enraged him more. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to the bedroom.
“Hey! Let me go!” I shouted.
“Quiet!” he hissed and kept dragging me towards the Chairman's bed.
“Samil?! What is the meaning of this?!” the Chairman roared.
“This is what I wanted to ask you, Old man! What are you doing with my secretary, alone in your bedroom, this late at night?!” Samil fumed.
“I'm not your secretary! Furthermore, I'm not your property! You have no right to treat me like this!” I yelled struggling to break my wrist fr
When I told Grace how I agreed to go to the party as Jason's partner, she laughed for almost an hour. I wished I found it amusing as well, but I was much more terrified by the fact that I had a date with my assistant. Furthermore, I had no idea what evil spirit whispered to my ear to say “yes” to him!Of course, I kept telling myself that I was doing my friend a favor, but at the same time, I couldn't forget his sly compliments and alluring voice. My rationality mocked me for falling for his words, but my heart simply wanted to be fooled. Maybe, I was too tired of constantly keeping my guard up. I needed to relax and enjoy being treated like an attractive and adored woman, even for one evening only.Grace and I had just received our first bonus money for the show and decided we should indulge ourselves by spending it on clothes.“You should buy a dress that will make everyone's jaw drop,” Grace stated.“That won't be easy&hel
Camilla looked like a walking-talking exclamation mark, a blond in a flashy, red dress. Her off-shoulder with a neckline almost reaching her belly-button and a deep cut revealing her thigh all the way up, made her look absolutely unforgettable. Although I wasn't certain if she was unforgettable in a good way. Every woman in that banquet hall could be jealous of her stunning figure, but I couldn't quite comprehend why she seemed desperate to show off all her assets at once. Of course, I was sure that the clothes she was wearing gained her a lot of male admirers. Still, none of it mattered. The most handsome man among all the men at the party was already holding her arm…Samil was wearing a tailor-made black suit and a dark gray shirt. His perfectly fitted clothes and demonic aura were definitely making him highly dangerous and irresistible on equal levels. Our eyes met. At the same moment, I felt as if his gaze sucked out all the enthusiasm I had in me. I turned my head
I tried to take a step and I almost fell on the ground. Fortunately, I was still holding the balustrade, but it was obvious that the alcohol absolutely weakened my legs.“Are you all right?” Samil walked to the balcony, concerned over my state.“I… am… fine…” I struggled not to sound drunk.“You don't seem fine to me,” he glanced inquisitively.“I… only need some fresh air. Please… leave me alone,” I knew that if I got rid of him, I would sober up in seconds.“Your boyfriend left you alone like that?” he sneered.I gazed at him, making an awkward grimace, and completely failing at showing my anger. He chuckled, which annoyed me even more.“Go… look for your fiancé,” I grunted and clicked my tongue.“I gave her enough of my attention for one night,” he claimed nonchalantly.“Why&hellip
I couldn't sleep. The image of Samil standing at the hotel entrance and looking at his seal kept appearing in front of my eyes. I wondered if he believed in supernatural forces, if he truly saw the mark on his hand, and if he believed… in me. In my mind, I repeated the whole scene between Samil and me the entire night. I still couldn't believe that I told him I was a witch. I nearly confessed my feelings for him, although he, once again, chose to ignore my words… Perhaps, my Grandma judged him well. He had no heart, which means I had no part of him to appeal to with my emotions. At the end of the day, instead of being relieved after telling Samil the truth about me, I felt frustrated that my words might not change anything at all. I felt like I was hitting a concrete wall with my bare fists. I got up in the morning being torn and upset. I knew I should stop having any kind of expectations long ago, but I was still counting on some break through. Then I started thinking that
I had already learnt more than few times that there were a lot of vicious people working at TVM, yet until now, none of them targeted me directly. I kept wondering who would hate me enough to do something like that, but no name popped up in my head. The girls working in the open space might have been jealous of Jason, but they weren't clever enough to put a post like that together. Besides, it must have been someone who watched me for a long time, longer than I met Jason. There was one person whom I could think of that wanted me out of this company, but it wasn't one of the workers, it was Camilla Artois. She obviously had the means to hire someone to be her spy at TVM. She might have also paid off the internet trolls to write as many comments badmouthing me as she wanted to. Even if it was an inner, company chat group, getting signed as a member wasn't that complicated, and the security couldn't be easier to bypass. All you needed to do was to get an invitation from somebod
I walked back to my office and tried to do my work, but it turned out to be harder than I thought. It turned out that the post became viral among all the employees of TVM. The problem grew and more rumors were added along the way. Soon I heard that I even threatened the CEO's fiancé and that she might have a miscarriage because of me! Well… she would have to be pregnant in the first place, but nobody cared enough to check if the words that were passed by were true or not. It was all for the sake of stirring up the thrill that the TVM station had a new scandal… Suddenly, some people on the set started to create problems with the settings we previously discussed. One of them even made a vicious remark that maybe I should go and seduce their producer, only then they would have no choice but to fulfill my wishes. It was unfair, and the unfair treatment didn't stop at badmouthing me! When Grace called, she also got scolded for no reason, only because she and I worked together!
Two gossip girls walked out of the social room with their minds blank. They passed Jason and me by and silently went back to their workplace. Jason watched them go with a deep shock painted all over his face. When they were gone, he began staring at me, forcing me to give him some answers. “Well…” I laughed hysterically, “Why don't we go to my office first… please…” Jason didn't say a word, but made a gesture that I should go first, as if he suddenly didn't trust me enough to let me walk behind him. I smiled nervously and started walking towards my office. He followed. He didn't open his mouth until we were finally inside alone, and I closed the door. “Do you mind explaining to me what I just saw?!” he growled. “It… it would be easier, if you t-told me what you saw, then… I can explain it to you clearly…” I muttered, panicking. “I heard some girls saying nasty things about me and you. Then I heard how they attacked you, and… how you used somet
I had to spend the entire week outside the office to avoid increasing the conflict that I didn't cause. I felt like I was under house arrest. Of course, I could leave my home, but I was prohibited from getting even near the station and the production sets. All the ungrateful work was now on Jason's shoulders. Grace was also helping me a lot. I couldn't tell what I would do without them…During my exile there seemed to be two more people from work that actually worried about me. I had frequent phone calls from Elijah and Chris. Certainly, Samil didn't call me even once. Elijah, as a lawyer, mentioned that he was preparing to take legal action for my sake. Chris was more mysterious about what he was about to do. He only said something that he would get me justice. It sounded slightly scary considering that Chris was an “eye for an eye” type of person, or rather “both eyes and cut off hands for one eye”, in his case…No matter how bot