Chapter 3 A Clash of Loyalties

Chapter 3 Both of them went to the bathroom. The shower was on, like rain falling. When Morgan caught her under the water, Cira accidentally choked. Suddenly, she remembered their first encounter three years ago. It was also on a rainy day. Back then, her family had a small grocery store. They were not rich, but they were not in need either. The five members of the family led a peaceful life. However, her father fell into a trap set by others and accumulated a huge debt of one million dollars.

They had to sell the store, the house, and everything they had, but they were still short of three hundred thousand. With no options, the person who had deceived them demanded that they pay the debt by selling Cira. Her parents did not refuse... On a rainy night, she escaped in a hurry. Motorcycles roared behind her, like beasts playing with a weak prey. She lost her shoes, her hair was disheveled, and in front of her there was only an infinite darkness with no trace of light. She fell to the ground and several motorcycles surrounded her. When she thought her life would come to an end, a car stopped in front of her. She looked up and saw the car door opening. A pair of shiny leather shoes stepped into a puddle, the man's pants were clean and ironed. He held a large black umbrella and looked serious and distinguished. He protected her under his umbrella and said: —She is my person, I will not allow her to be harmed. The first encounter was so striking that Cira used to replay and embellish it over and over again in her dreams, until it was engraved in her memory and she could not forget it. Half an hour later, Cira came out of the bathroom with wet clothes. She took a candy and sucked on it while looking for clean clothes to change into, while Morgan was still in the shower. She hesitated to tell Morgan about her pregnancy and then the abortion. After thinking for three minutes, she decided to deny it. When he saved her three years ago, he had told her not to cause him any trouble. She was only his tool, in bed, in life, and also at work. She had to be clearly aware of her role. Furthermore, now he was interested in another woman and would not care about what she said. The next day, Cira went to work as usual. In the president's secretary's office, there were three secretaries in charge of different tasks. She had not actually been absent, as she had sent a leave request to the HR department when she was taken to the hospital by ambulance. However, Morgan had not even bothered to ask about the situation and assumed it was an absence. Although she had been on leave for so many days, she had handled urgent documents while in the hospital. However, there were still some pending tasks. She was busy all morning and did not even have time for lunch. At two in the afternoon, the manager of the finance department came to find her and informed her that there was an error in a document, a decimal error. Cira frowned, took the document, and read it quickly. She replied: —I did not make this document. —It was done by the new assistant, Keyla —said the manager. Cira paused for a moment and told the manager: —I have a certain relationship with Mr. Pérez. I will take care of solving this problem. The manager asked in a low voice: —Even if you can fix it, someone must take responsibility for such a serious mistake. Cira showed no expression and simply replied: —Whoever makes a mistake will be responsible. According to the company's rules, if a serious mistake is made within a month of being hired, one can be fired immediately. Soon, the HR department notified Keyla. In the midst of her busyness, Cira glanced quickly and saw Keyla packing her things, but in a careless and slow manner. The secretary's office was always very busy every day, and no one had time to pay attention to an incompetent assistant. Keyla left the office carrying a box and ran into Morgan. Ten minutes later, Cira received a call from the CEO's office, asking her to come in. When she entered the office with documents in her hands, she saw Keyla standing on the side. And Morgan was sitting in his desk chair, fiddling with a pen in his hands. With a cold and penetrating look, he said: —Explain.