Chapter 2 Second episode

She would also now miss her opportunity to get this job. Abigail let out a sigh. "She needed to be aware of the wedding invitations." Why don't they? "If they were sent out or not." "Did they?" She gave a headshake.

Is it her fault or yours? Not at all. Both, I suppose. The invites haven't arrived with the stationary envelopes, and the guest list isn't finalized.

It's still us- "What was your impression of my secretary's hospitality?" She was perplexed about why he had even asked her the question, but he nodded. "She was very professional and courteous," Abigail quickly shot back. "What did the stationary envelopes have to do with it?" "They're still not here."

"I need this crucial file in an hour, but it's too enormous to attach to an email. How will you deliver it to me? A messenger bike. "You intend to ride a bike?" He blinked, perhaps taken aback by his remark. "Is there no fax?" "Because your fax machine is broken." Right there! Grab that! Whoa! Abigail noticed a hint of a smile on his countenance and returned with a tiny one of hers. "You can change your focus with ease." Leaning back in his chair, Daniel did so. "At least when speaking. All of your previous employers have spoken positive things about your work ethic. Why did you quit your previous position? Abigail held her mouth shut. Since Matt was the son of her previous boss, she had departed. However, that would require Daniel Davis to be aware that Matt was her former partner, and it was unprofessional for her to date the boss's son and make her appear even more pitiful. "I was at odds with another colleague on a personal level. It's been handled, and I have no intention of doing it again. Daniel folded his arms across his chair, his smile vanishing. Please allow me to clarify, Ms. Copper . I place the highest importance on total honesty from my workers, so if you think that telling ambiguous half-truths will help you appear perfect and land the job, think again. Never again will I ask you why. Abigail inhaled deeply. Alright. I left because I had started dating the son of my boss. After that, I didn't feel comfortable working at that company. Daniel gave a nod. "How can I be certain that something similar won't occur again?" "It didn't work out. I promise not to make the same error twice. "What took place?" "He proposed to my sister." Abigail was waiting for the sympathetic expression when Daniel's eyes widened significantly. She anticipated that he would rush her out of his office so that he would never have to interact with her or see her again. Rather, his typical composed and enigmatic attitude seamlessly fit in. Grinning, he got up. He declared, "I think I have all the information I need." Abigail stepped up, too, and gave him a handshake. I'm grateful, Ms. Copper . Enjoy your day. With a sinking heart, she said, "Have a nice day, sir." She pivoted. Indeed, Mr. Davis? "Come here tomorrow at precisely six o'clock. It is not something you want to happen on your first day of work. With a very unprofessional gesture, Abigail's jaw hanging wide in the foyer as he closed the door behind her. YOU SURE YOU WANT to do this, Abigail ?" her mother said. "Your sister's wedding is only a few months away, and she really needs you right now. Besides, I don't think days of sitting down will do anything for your diet." She wanted to throw a pillow at her mom. Really? Not one ounce of encouragement or congratulations? Abigail gritted her teeth. "Just think of it this way; now that I'm making money, I can get them a better wedding present." Her mother still looked skeptical. "You had better get them a very nice present," she said. "Matt had to go through a lot of trouble to get you this job." Yes, because I can't get anything on my merit. That was probably why he recommended me. To get them a better wedding present. She doubted the dickhead had anything resembling a conscience which needed easing. "I will, Mom." Abigail forced a smile as she packed the rest of her belongings in the last cardboard box and taped it shut. It was eight at night, only a little less than six hours since she had been officially hired to work for Daniel Davis. This was the fastest move she had ever made, even faster than when she had moved out of her-excuse her, Matt's-apartment. Except now, she needed to get out of her parents' basement before they drove her crazy, or they discovered the stash of junk food she kept under the couch as she dealt with the worst wedding craze ever. She'd take her stuff to the new apartment, which was, luckily, already available. Daniel Davis had raised his eyebrows when she had asked for the key, but he had given it to her without question. She planned to unload everything herself and sleep on the floor tonight. Her mother sighed loudly for the umpteenth time that evening. "I wish you had thought this through, dear." "I already have," Abigail said. "Really. It's a good decision, Mom. For all of us. This place will be good for me." "I just wish you had thought about your sister before going." Abigail rolled her eyes. Rachel was hardly dependent on her, and she had her own life to live. Why the hell would she have to think about Rachel before every decision she made? She grinned. That was Matt's job now. "I'm going, Mom. Deal with it," she snapped. She lifted the box, walked through the open door, and set the box on the grass beside her car. Her mom went off to sulk, leaving Abigail to move her stuff, which was all right with her, even though it took twice as long and left her exhausted. At least the apartment came furnished. As she slammed the trunk of her car shut, her father came out of the house. "Your mother's crying inside," he said, looking like he wanted to come with her. "You're leaving?" "I got a job, Dad," she said. "It comes with its apartment. I start tomorrow." He grinned and then pulled her in for a hug. "Congratulations, kiddo," he said. Abigail grinned, savoring his approval. "Thanks, D-" Just then, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. "It's work," he said. "Excuse me, Abigail. Good luck moving." He answered the cell as he walked back to the house. Abigail watched him go as she climbed into the driver's seat and started her car. Just like that, the only excitement that came from her family over her new job was over. She pulled out of the drive, determined to make this a new beginning for herself AFTER a sleepless night, Abigail woke up an hour early the following morning and went through one of her boxes to find suitable clothes for her workout. She said, "I'm not doing this for Rachel, my mother, or Daniel Davis." "I'm only doing this to see how the gym is decorated. I'll quickly look around and hit the treadmill for twenty minutes. Feeling like a zombie who hadn't yet begun to decompose, she yawned. I could not have slept through the night. Didn't sleep deprivation also impact weight loss? It was undoubtedly unhealthy. She ought to be shedding weight healthily, right? Not important at this time. My workout will help me wake up. She placed a top and skirt on her bed and searched for a pair of trainers in the laundry hamper she had stuffed full of shoes. Slipping out the door, she glanced into what should have been the pool overlooking, contemplating whether or not to lock it. The sun desired to sleep, not rise at four o'clock. The crisp morning air did not much awaken her. Walking the short distance to the gym door, she checked her messages. Rachel made five more calls, while her mother made three. Even one text message from her father and a call from Matt. It seems that after her one day of work, everything broke. Standing outside the gym door, she read her dad's text message. Abigail, please, I believe you should return home. Your sister and mother are in complete shock. Perhaps you should postpone starting your new work until after the wedding. Abigail wiped away a tear. Only he had been ecstatic about her. He had been, even for a few seconds, and now he was encouraging her to give up just like everyone else. That's his way of stating that he can't take his mother when she's acting up. It ached, nevertheless, still. She replied to him. I'm doing very well. Everything is well; later today, I'll give Mom and Rachel a call.