LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

I have been Adrian's maid for just a week, and what I can say is, so far so good. Angel is such a disciplined young girl and for this one week, she hasn't given me any trouble. There is also not as much work as I had speculated. It's just preparing Angel and taking her to and from school, which is easy because we have a driver, and tidying the house. With a washing machine that took me two days to be able to use, washing is so lenient. Also, especially because we eat ordered food from outside. I never get to cook and I don't know why Adrian doesn't want me to.

They have an elegant modern kitchen with all the utensils but no cooking is done here. I kinda feel like my passion for cooking will be a waste here. Most of the time I'm just idle.

"Hello!" Adrian's voice startles me, and I stand up from the couch to go grab his backpack.

"Hello! Welcome, sir Adrian." I say as I stretch my hands to take his bag, but he doesn't let me. Right, that skipped my mind again!

"How many times do I have to tell you that you only take care of Angel, and not me?" He asks with a tinge of fury in his voice.

I keep forgetting that no matter how many times he has told me. It's becoming a daily lullaby.

"Sorry, sir!" I say, stepping back, bowing my head a little.

"How do you want me to explain it to you, Tania? Because I am tired of reciting it over and over again."

"I got it now, sir! I won't repeat it." I hope my servant's tendencies won't kick in every time I see him walking in through that door.

"You better not, because I am not going to repeat this. Where is Angel?"

"I have just put her to bed, sir!"

"She only sleeps this early because of the cold weather and school. In favourable climates and school holidays, she goes to bed late." He explains.

"Okay, sir!"

"I'll go see Angel. And Tania, that sir is annoying! Drop it!"

Huh?

He walks upstairs after that, and I sit down to resume the program I was watching on TV, but darn! It has ended. I switch off the TV and relax on the settee. I should make a note of all the things that Adrian doesn't like. He is a man of few to no words, and making him repeat one thing to me over and over every day is making me look incompetent and dumb. "Okay, Tania. No sir, and no helping him, no sir and no help..." I keep repeating that for I don't know how long until Adrian startles me again, making me almost jump from the couch.

"And want are you doing?"

"Reciting the don'ts so that they stick in my mind," I answer, trying to act composed but I know I am failing. He just shakes his head and walks to the kitchen.

With this cold, I miss coffee. Can't he allow me to make even just coffee? I stand up and follow him to the kitchen.

I knock and wait for a reply.

"The only door you are expected to knock on before coming in is my bedroom," Adrian speaks from inside, and I drag my feet inside. He is just parked on a stool scrolling his phone, perhaps checking emails or something. I scan the kitchen, and I spot a tin of Nescafe coffee on one of the shelves, and I just can not control the urge for my lemon and honey coffee. My!

"Aah... Andy? Can I...?"

Shit!

Double shit!

What name just rolled out of my mind, huh? I slowly turn around to face him, and I meet his dark brown eyes looking at me. I was expecting to see a shock or a disappointed look on his face, but he is just there, emotionless.

"Sorry." I quickly apologize.

"I will punish you for that." He says with a raised eyebrow, his expression changing in a flicker. Punishment? Damn!

"Anything. But don't fire me, please!" I can't afford to lose my job barely a week old. The condition of my family back home can't even allow me to become jobless.

"Your punishment is, you will not call me any other name. Just Andy." He winks and stands up.

Wow! Did he just wink at me? So he jokes, aside from with his daughter? He has been always cold and quiet to me since I came here. This is so new to me. So freaking new!

"You are okay with that? I mean, isn't it too casual for a boss and employee?" I ask.

"I like it, and that's final. It's a million times better than that annoying "sir" of yours. What were you saying?"

"Okay. I wanted to ask if you can allow me to at least make coffee. Even just for today."

He eyes me for quite a while, then he shakes his head.

"This kitchen hasn't been used for years. My wife never liked being in the kitchen. We are used to eating outside, and I don't want my daughter to get attached to things that won't last, Tania. So, no!"

No? Come on, Andy!

What kind of wife will not cook for his family? I mean, I understand that there are days one would feel exhausted and all, but not even a day to cook for your family? I think whatever transpired between him and his wife hurt him, a lot because he suddenly looks lost somewhere in a dark jungle.

"Well, I...I respect your decision, Andy, but it's just coffee. And I am not in a haste to leave, by the way. My family depends entirely on me. And our condition back home doesn't allow me to become jobless any time soon." I try to push my luck, fingers crossed in the hope that he doesn't yell at me.

After breathing out heavily, he speaks.

"Okay. You can make coffee. You know how to use the coffee machine?" He asks, and I shake my head. How can I know how to use a coffee machine if I have never seen one? I am yet to get used to this modernized life of the wealthy. I hope I will be able to, though, because it's like the rich and the poor don't live in the same world as I thought. Everything is so different, including the aura they breathe. Theirs is fresher than ours, and I think it even has a scent - a sweet scent.

"Can I first go out to buy lemons and honey?" I know it is stupid of me to ask because it's almost nine at night, but I can't have coffee without lemons. And I can't send my boss to the stores, right?

"Tell Mark to get you lemons and honey from the market. Buy as much as you want." He says and hands me some cash from his pocket. I run to Mark and come back immediately.

Mark doesn't take long to come back since there is no traffic at this hour, but within that short time, Andy has shown me how to use the coffee machine. With Andy settled on the kitchen stool still on his phone, I make coffee peacefully and with solace, and I make a lot of it. I don't care if I will battle to sleep after consuming two or three mugs of coffee at this time. I just miss it so much.

"Here, try it." I utter, positioning a mug of the hot steaming coffee on the table and he sniffs it. I take mine and start walking out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" His voice stops me in my tracks, turning to him.

"To have my coffee."

"There is a lot of space here." He says, putting his phone down and pulling another stool and patting it. I don't move, because I don't want to misunderstand the gesture. He wants me to sit beside him? "Am I that scary that you don't want to sit with me?" He asks.

"Aah.. no! It's just that...nothing." I walk back and sit on the stool after pulling it away from him a little.

"I don't bite, for your peace of mind." He says, taking a sip of his coffee, and another, and another, then he gulps the third sip looking up and tilting his head slowly from side to side.

As he faces up with his eyes closed, I look at him. I hadn't had time to have a close look at him since I met him. He leaves early in the morning and comes home late and exhausted. Even now, his face looks so tired, and the way he is rotating his neck is a result of tiredness.

"Don't stare too much." He says and opens his eyes, his hand grabbing his mug of coffee again, not looking in my direction.

How embarrassing! I know my cheeks look like a tomato right now. He caught me staring at him. I hope he doesn't think ill of me. I take my coffee and sip slowly, enjoying its taste down my throat.

"Who taught you how to make this?" He breaks the silence. Looking at him, I realize he is taking the last sip of his coffee. That was fast!

"My mom did. She also taught me how to prepare different kinds of dishes. You like the coffee?"

"It's the best I have had in my life." He says, and for the first time, he glimmers at me. Adrian smiling, huh? He must have had a very beautiful day at work to act like this. Or maybe he went on a blind date that turned out well? Damn!

"There is more. You want some?" I ask, shyly smiling.

"Sure."

I bring the remaining coffee and pour him a full mug and fill mine too. We drink until the jar is empty, and I am glad that he at least looks a bit glossy in the end. There was nothing much said and that puts me at ease.

"Thank you for the coffee," Andy says as he stands up to leave.

"Welcome." I take the cups and walk to the sink to wash them.

"Can you make some for Angel tomorrow after school, please?" He softly asks, standing beside me.

Why is he requesting? I thought bosses are supposed to give orders. To command. But he is kind of different.

"Of course. I will gladly prepare it for her. I hope she likes it."

"She certainly will. I'm sure." He adds with certainty and pats my shoulder. "Goodnight." And walks out of the kitchen, leaving me here blushing like an idiot.

I didn't know this side of him, but I like it already. I finish washing the utensils and drying up the sink, hoping that I will see myself cooking in this kitchen someday. There is no harm in keeping hope alive, is there?

Just when I am about to lock the kitchen so that I can retire to bed, I hear Adrian's phone buzz from where we were seated. Did he forget his phone? I didn't intend to, but I happened to see the caller. I swear, it wasn't intentional. Ambrose, Andy's PA is the one calling. Well, at least it's not this other gender. Sigh!

I grab the phone and lock the door quickly, and run upstairs to Adrian's room on the right, next to Angel's. I knock thrice, and I was about to leave when the door opened, Andy standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was taking a shower, and men, he looks so damn hot. So hot and cute. His tight muscles on display and his flat broad chest are bewitching my mind. And those wet lips, ooh gosh!

"You brought more coffee?" He spoke when I just stand here like a zombie, ogling him like a piece of meat I can devour in a flash. It must be the effect of seeing a man like this for the first time. Yeah?

"Coffee? Y..e..s... I mean, coffee! Aah...no, sorry! I mean phone. Yes. I brought your phone because you forgot it in the kitchen and Ambrose was calling and you..." His eyes and raised eyebrows stop me, making me realize I have been ranting nonstop. What is with me?

"Oookay...Thank you." He says, taking the phone.

"Aah... I'll go now. Bye... I mean, goodnight, Andy." I say and walk as fast as I can to my room.

I can't be tempted to look back because I know I have made a total fool of myself back there. Jeez! What is he thinking of me right now? Good job, miss Tania Lawson, for embarrassing yourself!

I wake up to the ringing sound of the alarm beside my bed. It's six in the morning and another week is smoothly coming to an end.

Life here is amazingly sweet, especially if you have a boss like mine. Andy is a good boss and a terrific daddy to Angel. He is a workaholic, yes, but I idolize how he creates time to spend with his daughter. I admire how he is encompassed in his daughter's activities and life in general. Even when he arrives home late after the little girl has gone to bed, his first stop would be at his daughter's room. For instance, he came home so late last night and wasn't able to have a chat with his daughter. To make up for that, after we shared our coffee, which has become a ritual, by the way, he told me that he will be the one to take Angel to school. He even wanted to be the one to prepare her for school, but I insisted on doing that. I'm delighted about the fact that he is such a kind boss, but there is no way I will take advantage of that. I came here to work and I intend to do just that despite how good my boss is.

I throw my warm duvet away and get out of the so comfortable bed to go and wake Angel up for school. After brushing my teeth and changing, I walk to Angel's room. Breakfast is usually delivered by seven, latest, so I have enough time to prepare Angel.

"Good morning, to the most gorgeous princess!" I greet her, caressing her back gently to wake her up, and she snorts.

"Mmhh.. morning, auntie Ania!" This is the nickname she gave me the very day her father brought me to this house. I remember when she called me Ania, Andy thought she was battling to pronounce the name Tania. But the little girl snickered at her father and told him that, Ania, is her nickname for me. She is such a sweet and jovial bubbly doll.

"Morning sweetie. Sorry to cut your sweet sleep baby, but it's time for school." I say.

"Okay!" She sits up on the bed and stretches herself. "Can I use the bathroom first?"

"Sure. Call me when you are done, okay?" I throw the duvet off her and carry her from bed. As she does her business in the bathroom, I make her bed and take out her uniform from her closet.

Taking care of Angel is no pressure at all. The girl is so disciplined and compliant. After about twenty minutes, I am done bathing and dressing her. After combing her hair, she stands in front of the mirror as she usually does, to admire herself. I take her bag at the same time I hear the doorbell ringing. That should be the breakfast delivery.

"You okay?" I ask Angel, after realizing she has been staring at herself in the mirror for way too long, and without saying anything. That's unlike her.

"Yes." She turns to me.

"Are you sure sweetie? Why do you look sad?" I kneel in front of her, and she smiles weakly.

"Auntie Ania, why don't I have a mother?" She asks, and I am thunderstruck.

What?

This question shouldn't be directed to me, but I just can not assume her, right? She looks really bothered.

"What?" Why do you ask that, princess?"

"Because I have kids in my class who always ask me where my mother is. Why don't have a mother like them."

"And what do you tell you them?"

"That I don't know. That I have daddy instead. But they say I should have both parents."

"Have you told daddy about this, princess?" She shakes WIN

head, meaning she hasn't. "Well, this is what I can tell you, princess," I cup her beautiful face with my palms, "those kids have no right to ask you something like that, okay? Don't tell them anything. And if they pester you again, well, tell daddy, okay? I'm sure daddy will know what to do about it. Or better still, report them to the teacher, okay, princess?"

"Okay, auntie. But daddy doesn't tell me why I don't have a mother either."

"Well, then don't insist on it too much, princess. Maybe daddy thinks you are too young to understand his explanation, which you are, kiddo. You know daddy loves you so much, right?" She nods her head in agreement. "Then you also know that daddy will not tell you or do anything that will hurt you, right?"

"Yes. Daddy loves me so much."

"Then that's all you need to know, dear. Now if those kids tease you again, you tell daddy immediately. Or..you tell me, okay?"

"Sure, auntie Ania!" She says with a smile on her face.

"Promise?" I smile back at her, raising one hand for a high-five.

"Promise." She says, giving me a high-five.

"Come here." I pull her for a hug and she accepts, wrapping her small hands around my back. We pull away after a while. "Let's now rush downstairs for a quick breakfast to you won't be late for school, okay?"

"Yes." She happily answers, and I scoop her off the ground and carry her out of the room, her one hand wrapped around my neck.

Descending downstairs, I notice Andy sitting in the dining area, with a tray on the table. He must have received the breakfast. I cross the sitting room and ascend the small stairs to the dining area. Upon noticing my footsteps, he looks up from his phone, and a mega smile appears on his face after his eyes land on his smiling daughter.

"Hey, princess! Did you sleep well?" Andy greets her, as he stands up and takes Angel from me, enveloping her in a tight hug. The love he has for his daughter is just incredible. It's as if she is his everything.

Wait a minute!

On a cold snowy morning like today, Adrian Ashton, how do you manage to be this warm in just a short and a T-shirt? Our skin brushed a little when he was taking Angel and I felt the heat radiating from his body. Ooh, man!

"Morning, daddy! Yes, I slept well." Angel answers, as they engage in their usual father and daughter chit chats, while I set the table and serve breakfast.

"Why did you take too long to get ready today? Did you trouble your auntie, huh?" Andy asks as he put her on her chair next to him.

"No, daddy. We were just talking."

"Talking? About what?" I can tell that he is anxious to know what we talked about with Angel, but I intend to tell him about it after Angel goes to school. But if Angel decides to tell him right now, well, well and good.

"Aah..just stories daddy." She answers, and I figure she doesn't want to tell her father yet. Why that is, I don't know. But I can't keep it a secret from him. The little kiddo will have to forgive me.

"Okay.." Andy says, though not convinced. He looks at me, probably to be a sure thing is fishy, and since Angel, the not-yet four-year-old girl is a good liar than a twenty years old me, I only manage a smile that is faked.

After breakfast, Andy drives Angel to school, and I am left to start my chores. Not like they are many.

After cleaning the dining and the sitting room, I head to clean Andy's study. I wipe his desk and the swivel chair, the window and his computer and the files on the desk and organize them, then I mop the floor. After that, I decide to wipe the shelves, and I pull on the stool that I normally stand on. But in an urgency to finish the work because I know Andy will come directly to this room when he returns, I forget the floor is still wet. Just when I was about to put my second leg on the stool, I lose balance, and my efforts to hold on to the shelves don't bear any fruit.

"Aahhh!" I scream waiting to hit the ground, but instead, I fall on Andy's strong hands.

Damn! I didn't notice him coming in, but I thank God he was there.

Unfortunately for us, as the stool fell, it hit the bucket that contained the water I was mopping with. With the soapy water not doing any justice to the slippery wet floor, Andy slips, and he starts his way down to the floor with me in his protective arms. He hits the floor with his butt, really bad, and the silly me lands on top of him. As if that is not embarrassing enough, my hands are wrapped around his neck, while he is around my small waist, our faces touching, my lips brushing his, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Perhaps because of the heat burning me from his body beneath me, and the awkward position that we are in?

I understand the awkwardness because I have never been in a situation like this with a man, but this electric shock that is making my body tremble, this weird feeling... Why am I melting?

My orbs drop on his, his that are glued on mine. For some reason, there seems to be a spark glueing us together in this sin-screaming position. None of us is moving. Everything is at a standstill. I don't know about him, but I think I am enjoying his sweet pheromones that have snatched away my ability to breathe. I just don't know the process of breathing anymore.

"Are you okay?" He whispers right under my nose.

After our embarrassing situation earlier today with Andy, I wrapped up cleaning and came to relax on the couch as always, waiting for the lunch delivery.

Andy has since earlier not come out of the study. When we finally pulled away, after asking me if I was alright, and I nodded my head that I was, he excused himself to go change from his then wet clothes and I was left to dry the floor. Only after I was done and out of that room did I see him going in.

It's now twelve and I am done doing my chores already. Just fathoming about that feeling earlier when I was on top of him. On top, huh! My mind is becoming so nasty and I abhor how my body is fascinated by these wildly crazy thoughts.

"Are you sure you didn't get hurt earlier?" That is Andy's voice, and he parks himself on the next couch.

"Yes. I am alright, sir... I mean... Andy!"

"Okay. Take that stool out of that room immediately. Tidy up only where you can reach. I will not be there to fetch you next time."

"Okay. I apologize.. for what occurred earlier."

"It's alright. Here. I got you a phone." He says, handing me a phone that looks way too valuable for a servant like me.

"For me?" I hesitantly ask.

"Yeah! You can talk to your family and friends any time."

"Well, thank you so much." I walk backwards after gladly receiving the phone, and sit where I was seated earlier, eyeing the gadget in my hands. It sure must be very expensive to a point that I can't even guess its price. And to top it all, it is my very first souvenir from someone. How ironic! A heartwarming irony, I must admit!

"Don't you like it?" He speaks, maybe after discovering I am lost in thoughts.

"I do like it, very much. Thank you." I say with all sobriety, and he nods his head. "Ooh, it has a password." I further state.

"I forgot to deactivate that. Let me." He walks and sits beside me as he deactivates the password which doesn't take long. "Here. It's done." He hands me back the phone and proceeds. "After picking up Angel from school, we will go to the mall. You can get a sim card on the way."

"Okay. Thank you so much once again!"

"Don't mention it. Instead of being bored here when Angel is at school, you can call your family and friends and catch up. As long as you prioritize your work."

"Sure. Nevertheless, my circle is too small. I only have my family- my dad and my mom, and my twin siblings- Mina and Mira. As for friends, I only have Rita." I confess.

"Aren't you too young to be that reserved? I mean, people your age are out there having fun and exploring the world. Don't you feel like you are trailing behind the trend or something?"

"Not exactly. I'm okay this way. I have a lot of obligations to my family right now. I can't afford to get diverted. Maybe when I accomplish my goal, just, I will have time for myself to "explore"."

"Your parents must be so proud of you." He says with a small smile on his complexion, and since I don't want to brag about how delighted my parents are with me, I just smile back. I know my parents are proud of the decision I made. And I hope it will be worthwhile. I can't afford to leave them in the lurch. I'm their only hope. The fate of my two sisters lies with me. I want to help them pursue their careers and secure their dreams. I want to help my father pay off the bank loans before they come to mortgage the little we have left. What is there to mortgage anyway? That reminds me, I didn't even ask how much Andy will be paying me. I should ask so that I start rationing for it. "Let's go."

"Huh!" I exclaim.

"Let's go pick Angel and proceed to the mall."

"Aah...okay." I think my qualm will have to dawdle for now.

He grabs the car keys and his phone, and after locking the house, we get into his black limo and hit the road to Angel's school.

"I haven't seen Mark since yesterday evening," I state.

"I gave him the weekend off. He will be back on Sunday evening." He retorts, and I nod my head. Didn't I tell you, that Andy is a terrific boss? Inside this impassiveness that is on the outer surface, lies a sweet candy!

I wonder why with all his rich luxurious life, and a bubbly daughter, he refuses to smile at the world. Why boss?

We drive in silence to Angel's school and pick her up, and we take a different route to the mall, I presume.

I thought that the cute doll will fill this limousine with giggles and her childish chit chats, but no. The kid fell asleep almost immediately in my arms. I wonder why she just fell asleep like that. Her breathing is shaky like she had cried or something. I might be wrong though.

Pulling up in front of the most glamorous mall I have ever seen, not that I have been to any before, Andy parks in the parking lot. I don't know what we are supposed to do in the mall and I don't think I need to ask. I'll just sit here, getting a kick out of the view until I am told what to do. People have a life in the city, I tell you. I look at the happy children jumping up and down the playing grounds, playing together. Couples walking hand in hand in and out of the mall, the parking lot almost filled up with expensive sparkling four-wheeled machines. My!

"Should we wake her up?" Andy's voice cut my eyes tour abruptly.

"I don't think so. The poor kid might be so tired."

"Okay then. I'm afraid I'll have to leave you with her. Here." He hands me the car keys after lowering the tilted windows down a little to allow in some fresh aura. "In case she wakes up before I come back, you can step outside and breathe some fresh air."

"Okay," I mumble as I take the keys.

"Let me adjust the seat for you." He says, and leans in, dangerously close for my not-so-innocent brain. Again, this closure agitates some mixed emotions in me. What are you doing to me, Andy? I never felt this way even for that pathetic boyfriend who I thought I loved, only for him to betray me with my only cousin. Why do I react like this to a man I have known for hardly two weeks? Am I ordinary? Is this even normal?

"Is that okay?" He implores, and due to the heat that is suffocating me because of him being this close, I can not find my voice. I just nod, praying that he gets done now. When he is done, he steps out of the car, and only then do I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. Ooh, my! I lay my back on the seat and pull Angel close to my chest so she can rest well. The kid is still fast asleep.

After resting in the car for a few minutes, Angel decides to wake up eventually, and we get out of the car so she can get some fresh air.

"You've slept a lot kiddo. What got you so tired? Did you play a lot?" I inquire once we are outside.

"No, auntie Ania! I did not even play today. I just got into a fight and then the teacher caned me." She sadly explains.

Huh? The little disciplined kiddo I take care of is not capable of starting fights. This isn't like her.

Crouching in front of her with one knee, I take her small hands into mine.

"Why did you have to get into a fight, princess?"

"It's those kids again. They taunted me again about not having a mother. So I got furious and slapped one of them. Then we started fighting. The teacher came and they said I am the one who started the fight."

"Didn't the teacher ask you why you started the fight?"

"She did, but I kept quiet. I didn't want to say anything in front of the whole class. What if everyone starts taunting me too?"

Ooh, poor kid. This is deeply amiable!

"Let's see, we need to tell daddy about this, princess. He is the only one who can sort it out."

"Daddy will get mad at me. He tells me that kids who cause trouble are bad. He always tells me to be a good kid, not to fight."

"But daddy will surely understand if you explain it to him." She shakes her head. "You still don't want to tell daddy?" She shakes her head again. "Ooh, sweetie! Do you want me to talk to your teacher?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Cheer up now, alright? I'll talk to the teacher on Monday, but here is the deal - after I talk to your teacher, I will have to tell your daddy too about this whole thing, okay? We can't hide things from your daddy, princess."

"Yes, untie Ania. Deal!"

"Come here, you smart kid!" I hug her tight, to assure her that things will be okay. I hope Andy won't skin me alive for this. If there is one thing I know about him, it is that he doesn't joke when it comes to his daughter and that he is so insecure about her.

Pulling away from each other, I encounter two deadly eyes from a lady glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead by now.

"Who the hell are you?" The lady implores, scrutinizing me from head to toe with an expression that speaks nothing but mockery. As much as I don't like being rude, I can't help it this time.

"And you want to know who I am because you are...?" I hold Angel with one hand.

"Such audacity from a cheap, worthless bitch! No need to respond anyway. You can't be anything more than Andy's maid."

Andy? Did she refer to him as Andy? So they know each other? What is she? I mean, who is she? His ex? His girlfriend? His ex-wife?

Whoever the fuck she is, she has no damn right to talk to me like this.

"First, you do not have any right to talk to me like this. Secondly, I am his maid, so what, huh? Do you have a problem with that?"

"Ooh, please! What problem would I have with trash like you? Gosh! Be cautious with his kid, will you? You might contaminate her with some God knows what diseases and..."

"What's going on here?"

Whoa!

Andy roars from her back, cutting her off and I saw how terrified she seems all of a sudden. Her face turns completely pale. Andy, on the other hand, looks like an enraged devil.

"Janie!" Andy calls, clenching onto his shopping bags that are about to fall. They are a lot, and hefty. Just what did he buy? "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Andy..."

"Even outside the office, I am still your boss, Janie! Address me properly!" Andy orders, with a voice that can unnerve even the devil himself.

"I'm sorry, sir." She speaks, head hunched down like a servant in front of a master. Between me and her, she's more fit for the position of a maid right now, and I can not hide the smirk on my face. "I just saw your car here and decided to say hi, sir Adrian."

"Was anything I heard earlier in any way close to hellos? What right do you have to disrespect someone like that?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I just saw how she was clutching your daughter... and... the way she's dressed.. and.."

"Get lost from my sight! And, Janie? Leave your resignation letter with my PA on Monday morning. I have condoned more than enough of your crap already. You have exhausted your chances. You are fired!"

Wait, what? fired? As in, FIRED? Just like that?

I pull Angel closer to me, quivering like I am the one who is being relieved of my duties.

The bitch opens her mouth to maybe beg for pardon, but a single glare from the beast Andy seals her lips, blocking whatever she was about to utter somewhere in her throat. As she walks away, she doesn't have even the bravery to look back at me or Andy.