Chapter 2 1. Caffeine Greetings

Chapter 1: Caffeine greeting.

CARA.

I jogged downstairs, coming out of my room that I haven't left for a while now, depressed! I hung my head out of the stairwell and peeked at James with his group of friends, all were rugged and goon like people, with these immense scars on their bodies and big tattoos, dangerous ones on their whole arms. I don't even understand what they do?

Usually, James has forbidden me from coming out of the room if he is home, he doesn't like it when his men see me in me. And even though he is my little brother, I am somewhat scared of his wrath.

There he was sitting with his men, who were just so lost in a deep conversation they were having. Which I bare no idea, what was that about? And dare I ever ask them. I am highly forbidden to.

"Hii Cara!" His friend, Morris with this large blonde head and shirt all open, tempting body, called out to me. And I was crunching my eyes, that James probably heard him, he will not let this go, will he? James turned, as soon as he heard my name. "Why are you out?" He yelped me, he was fiery but how displeased he was from me being here was clear on his face.

I smiled at the man and he didn't give me anything in return then his blank face.

"Hey!" I timidly said to him, and the others who had their eyes on me. But one among them was giving me this weird striking look, that was making my inner fear him. As expected James kept his hands on his shoulder and I can feel him squishing his muscles, with all his strength as he whirled his head towards the innocent guy.

"She is my sister and the only girl in this world, who is out of your reach. Go find someone else if you are feeling desperate to fuck!" He warned him as the guy gave a slight nod before he took his eyes back to the matter. I felt overwhelmed by his protective side, at some extent it's cute but to the latter, it's scarier

"Why are you down? I have warned you not to come out?" He asked me, I fear the dead and cold glare he was passing me. "Yes, I came out for some food you have been out here from early morning, I haven't even had breakfast yet!" I told him. He took his rough eyes from me.

After I just walked out and away from the circle towards the attached kitchen with the hallway and made myself a sandwich the length I was preparing, no one uttered a word of business. Am I wondering what they talk about and do?

Does that need to be so secretive?

I miss the old James. The one who was timid a little boy. Before everything that has happened to me. The things I yet have to overcome. A lot changed after he came out of jail.

As if he is an entirely different person.

~

I came back from downstairs a while ago, though finally, the wide presence around my house felt like right now. No one was around and his friend's

assumption. They have a big presence. When they are here, I can feel them from up in my room. The way they laugh loudly kinda sends my nerve in dismay.

I haven't talked to James about everything, I feel about his friends. But I don't Iike this gathering and the conversations they have.

I can't forever be worried about him. When he barely lets me know what is happening.

I was all set and ready, looking at myself for the last time in the mirror. It's been so long since I have come out in public. Nearly never. All the news that had flashed about me and him for the past years. It has been a long time. No one will recognise me. Will they?

"Where are you going?" I heard someone at the door. James, "I have a job interview." I told him, his frown clouding over his forehead.

"You don't need to work?" he asked me, more like a command. He came my way, the excruciating look in his sight had me trembling. I am not scared of him. Maybe.

But his presence around me is not very pleasant.

"I need to face the world someday, James. I think I am ready now. Don't stop me. I will follow the rules you have for me. I promise," I told him. He took a deep inhale to release the frustration he was feeling for not having an upper hand on me to make me stay at home for eternity.

"Fine, I want you to have changed too. Just know, a single word and I will kill anyone for you," he informed me. And leaning over my head, on which I flinch unwantedly. He kept a smooch on my head.

"Best of luck!"

It feels weird when he shows affection toward me.

~

Coming out in the world. As expected, no one recognised me. And that kind of built up my courage at high as if I was back to those years of my life. Before everything was ruined.

I went in for the first interview with a man, but my certificates and the extra year break in my life weren't meeting their standard enough. Got discouraged from the beginning. On the way to the second one, I ruined this one.

Sighing and almost giving up for today I went inside the last interview and saw a man sitting with his glasses on at the café table. I don't understand why was he taking a formal interview at a café? He was a man in his thirties.

His eyes came my way, the bell ringing on the door. He stood up as soon as he looked at me.

"Are you here for an interview?" He queried me, while I entered the cafe.

"Yes." I nodded and sat on the chair.

"Did I ask you to sit?" He asked me, I stood again, figuring out already how much of a jerk he is.

I need the job, You need the job, Cara.

"Bring me a latte and blueberry, cherry pastry. Along with a side mango with no pulp juice having a sour taste more than the sweet. As well as make sure the pastry is sugar-free and the latte must have chocolate sprinkles and a hot double espresso to go. As well as four Americano, two lattes with no sugar, three one-shot espressos and ice Americano, and seven milk tea. Three masala tea. Two vanilla pastries, four chocolate pastries, and orange juice with extra pulp in it." He ordered me and gave me a card on the table. As soon as I arrived, my jaw dropped at his list which I was in doubt if I remember. So many names. What was? How much? But I couldn't say no in this situation after failing two interviews already, So I went nodded and went towards the counter and started to count all that I remember.

"Ma'am, may I help you? " The guy asked me as I nodded and started to speak. I tried naming all the things he said. The other way around, the going ones first and then those he is going to eat. In the beginning, the man got confused but then he started to write them down. After a brief moment of recollecting and telling.

The man nodded and went to bring my order. It was quite a while after he came back with so many things. And asked me to leave with them. I looked at my interviewer who was staring at me and smiling. Instead of coming and helping me to pick them up.

"Bring all at once. I hate waiting. " He said from his seat.

Asshole!

I started to pick things trying to take them all in my hand. Some are hanging in my fingers. Some are hanging on my wrist. The trays are in my arms and other trays are tucked between my rib and my wrist. And started to walk towards the chair.

Go for it! You can take it there, you can do it, Cara!

Go for it!

You can do it!

You can do it!

And bam. They all were on the table.

"Good." The man said to me and stood. "Now take it all to the main office. You can pass the trays later. "

What the fuck!

"Go! " He said and made me pick them all again.

I taking them in my hands again followed his asshole ass.

It was not a long way. The same building in which the cafe was located. Going inside the gate. I witnessed an immensely big company with so many employees, dressed in so beautiful clothes as well as so pretty female employees.

If I get to work in a company like this- I was lost in contemplation of the place, while I collided!

I fell to the ground with all the drinks and pastry on a man and me. My clothes and everything were dirty. The coffee cup was all over my head.

Everyone halted and started to stare at us.

The drink dripping from my head, my chin rising to glance at the man who led things this way?

Meanwhile, he was too shunned to speak and say anything. Looking at nowhere in the air with his jaw tightening. He was this tall and lean man with the muscles that were seen thorough under the white shirt. His dampened muscles, abs.

Finding him that way, I ended up rising temptation in me. Even when I was in no position to feel this way inside my chest.

"If possible start using your eyes," The man gritted at me and started to leave.

And the man who made me like this came and gave me his hand.

"You are hired." He said, helping me up.

While I was astounded by the information.

"What do you mean Sir?" I asked him as he smiled.

"You are the new assistant manager, of the man who just left. Greyson Luis. "