It's Ren!He scoops me in a tight hug and kisses me all around the face. "I missed you dude!" Well, the only person who has missed me. "Where the fuck have you been!" he pats my shoulder energetically, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Before I can even respond, Ren continues babbling. "You look so fucking pretty! And different! Your hair is longer and darker! You look a bit bigger! What the fuck have they been feeding you!" Ren keeps babbling and babbling as I take a keen look at him. He has also changed a bit. His hair a little bit longer, his eyes a bit darker, his shoulders so much broader. And when he smiles, there's cute creases at the edge of his lips. It's in this moment that our college memories come flooding in my mind and it dawns on me just how much I missed this guy. "How have you been?" I ask gently."No, how have you been? Last time you were he

"On your knees!" They demand.We quickly go down on our knees obediently. All waves of panic strike through me."You thought we couldn't get you, huh!"One of the men, who is taller than the rest, fires a gun at Ren, directing the bullet to his arm.Ren cries out in sheer pain.It's then that it hits me that they are here for Ren. Not me. I thought he had got to me... In a sick twisted way, it's kind of a relief.One man grabs Ren by the neck and pulls his hair back."We want our money!"He's pointing a gun at his naked neck."Hey! Stop!" I blurt out.A painful slap lands on my cheek that puts me in a daze for a whole minute."Shut the fuck up hen!!!!"The tall guy turns to Ren. "You thought you could run away with our gambling money? Huh!" he smacks Ren's jaw,

It's my first day at work.I'm excited to have gotten this job but at the same time scared to the core that my ex is my fucking boss. And he HATES me. He's sworn to unleash hell on earth.I just hope he's professional and doesn't unleash that hell on me at work. Because I really need this job. I really need that cash for survival. So I hope this will be a conducive environment for me to work in.I'm earlier than usual on my first day.A young pretty woman in a green jumpsuit looks me up and down and says,"Follow me."I follow her to the corner of the hallway where she opens the door and points with a right hand,"This is your office."Fuck!The room is dark, dirty, dusty and untidy.The files are scattered everywhere on the dusty desk, the curtains have not been drawn and they look really dirty. In short, this office is filthy.And I know who is behind this.CJ.But I won't complain.

"The service here is terrible!" Seven grumbles.It's been half an hour and the coffee is not yet here.I've never been to this restaurant but it's a lesson to never ever come here. No matter how much I'm starving. The service is terrible and the only thing good about it is that it's not stuffed with customers.Probably because the people in this town know it's a horrible restaurant with terrible service."But atleast they are giving me a little bit time to know more about you, Sugar..."I giggle. "I keep telling you I'm not interesting. Boring is the word.""I love boring."I roll my eyes and sigh. "Fine. I'm just a simple girl that does 9-5 to make sure her bills get paid. That's all. Told you I'm boring.""What do you do?""I'm a HR at The CJ Company.""The famous entrepreneur? He's made it to Forbes before?" he asks.I nod. "Yes. That was three years ago when he was listed as The Top 30 Men under 3

"I need a leave."CJ looks up at me in disgust."Who the hell let you in my office!""CJ, this is not the time and place for this. Please, I need a leave."He glares at me. "I'm not talking to you with no appointment. Go back. Get an appointment. Come back." "I've waited the whole day to get a chance to talk to you! It's serious, Sir!" "Don't call me sir!" "Cedric!" For a moment, our eyes bore into each other but he swiftly glances away. "Don't call me that either. It's CJ." "Okay CJ! Please I need that leave urgently."CJ clasps his chin, looking at me sternly."You just started working here the other day and you're already asking for a leave!" "As I said, it's urgent... Please!" I squeal. "What happened?" "Something serious." "What?" "My friend's husband died." Sympathy flickers in