ELLEN Sophie was calm and sleeping when we got there. Kennedy was already in the room, and he stood up when he saw us. His glare at Dante told me he did not take Dante's presence well. "What is he doing here?" Kennedy gritted after I checked on Sophie. Her class teacher had called on the way and said she was taken to a real hospital. I looked from him to Dante who was somewhat confused and stepped in before Kennedy forgot his clenched fist on Dante's face. My guess was he assumed Dante was my selfish, arrogant boss. "Ken, this is Dante from work. Dante, this is Ken, my younger brother." Ken's features relaxed and he took the hand Dante stretched out to him. "I had heard nothing about you," he said. "Same here," Dante replied with a smirk and they both looked at me. I was seated beside Sophie now and holding her hand in mine, glad that she was fine and was only sleeping. I wondered if Dante would recognize her features and connect them to Oliver because
OLIVER My head felt like a jackhammer was hitting it. I groaned and tried to move my body that seemed trapped but the pain that shot through me made me relax. My eyes fluttered open, and I was blinded by bright lights. I tried to raise my hand to shield my eyes, but it seemed heavy, so I shut them again. When I opened them again, my vision had normalized, and I realized that I was staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. The accident flashed in my eyes. "Fuck it, that son-of-a bitch," I cursed. I knew that it was a staged accident, but I was yet to find out who did that. "Welcome back," a too-familiar voice said. I turned and saw Dante sitting on a chair beside my bed. I eyed him and sat up in bed. A cannula was attached to my hand and my left leg was wrapped up in bandages making them look big and a splitting pain came from there. "No serious injuries, no internal bleeding, only a few broken ribs, and a broken limb," Dante explained. "Can I get the fuck o
OLIVER Kids were annoying and messy. I did not know when I would build my patience with them. Even when Sara was pregnant, she made me sign up for a class that taught how to become a better dad to your kids. I did not grow up with the best father, so I did not know how to be one. But I was willing to take that step for Sara and our unborn child. Everything crashed when they died in that accident. I would have loved my kid, no doubt, but I was not sure of how much patience I could exercise around them. I was limping down the hospital reception while Dante was walking slowly behind me, speaking to whoever was on the phone. I was not interested in their conversation. All I wanted was to get home, change and sit in the bathtub for a long while. I hated being handicapped, and I was angry that I had to use the help of others for a while. I hated leaning on anyone so much. As I was almost at the door, someone ran and fell beside my good leg and smeared ice cream all over the hem
ELLEN I went to Oliver's house, as usual, the following morning. I knew he had fired me, but I wanted to hear it from him. I brewed the coffee and poured it into his mug, added enough milk and sugar to it, and then I heard him coming down the stairs. It was noisy because of the crutch, and when he cursed, I knew he was not alone. In a few minutes, Dante led him into the kitchen and sat him on a chair. I genuflected and bowed my head. "Hi, Ellen," Dante said. "I have some work to do quickly at the office. You should take care of the rest." With that, he was gone. My heart raced after him. I knew I would face Oliver, but I was not ready to face him alone. I was a little relieved when I saw Dante with him. Once Dante was out of the house, I peeked up and his eyes were already pinning me down. I quickly removed my eyes from him and looked at the floor, waiting for him to say I was fired. "Miss Knight?" "Huh?" I looked up at him. "My coffee." "Oh." I quickly went to the counte
ELLEN I got the anonymous notes on my desk for a few more days and I became suspicious of Dante. He was nicer to me, and we worked more informally than formally in the office. I wanted to confront him about it, but I wanted to be sure he was the one dropping those notes for me. I would not deny that alternating between the office and Oliver's house was difficult. I was exhausted most of the time and I was getting farther and farther from Sophie. Kennedy would soon return to New York and anxiety kicked in. I thought of how to joggle Sophie and work again. Lily and I had a very tough argument about working at Oliver's mansion and we said some really awful things to each other, so I could not ask for her help. With Kennedy's help, I got an apartment and was still furnishing it. I tried hard not to let any of it affect my job at Oliver's mansion. For the first week, nothing went wrong between Oliver and me. He just seemed uninterested in me and only spoke to me when necessary.
ELLEN I forge ahead to work the next day. I had to go to Sophie's school first and made a complaint about a stranger speaking to my daughter. Her school authority promised to be on the lookout. I was so distracted going through the files with Oliver and carrying out other duties around his house, and he kept scolding me for it. I did not go to the office that day and I knew involving the police would make Tony more aggressive, just like before. When I was not with Oliver, I would weep, then wipe my tears and carry on with work, and he never noticed. Oliver made it worse by scolding and yelling at me. He never missed the opportunity. I contemplated telling Dante about it, but I did not want to drag innocent people into it again. That day ended terribly and as insensitive as Oliver was, he did not care about the emotion I displayed. I did not want little Sophie to be dragged into the sins I committed. Tony was the first boyfriend I had in college. I struggled with fin
ELLEN I did not hear from Tony for a few days as I had expected. It made me wonder if it was the Tony I knew or some other man with the same name. But I was confused and wondered if it was another Tony. What was he doing with my daughter and why had he told her I was his friend? I was in danger and was putting everyone else in danger. Knowing Tony, he would dig into Sophie's existence and would find out that Oliver was her father and might come for him. I did not exactly like Oliver, but I will never want to drag him into this mess. The worst was that I could not talk to anyone about it. Tony was a psycho and might kill anyone that offered to help me. Lily advised we should tell the police, but I was scared out of my body. I had moved out of Lily's place and stayed in a rented apartment and instructed the door attendant never to let anyone up without ringing me first. But Tony broke all protocols. Oliver stared at the phone I placed before him and dropped the spoon.
OLIVER "Selfish? Egoistical?" I said for the millionth time and scoffed. Dante trailed behind me after hearing what I told him. "Something must have made her snap like that. She is always so polite," Dante said fingering his phone. "Stupid girls! All of them! They are all the same!" I barked as Dante, and I walked into the kitchen. I called him as soon as my assistant quit. The way Miss Knight left still rankled me and it was more from the fact that I was left speechless. I did not expect it from her as I had expected from other girls that worked for me. "You must have done something that really triggered her. Ellen cannot just leave like that; this job is too important to her to leave like that." I spun to face Dante. Each time he called her by her first name I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze the life out of him, but there was no reason for that. "What does she expect? That I rub her fur? I do not tolerate stupidity and you know