North and South

Dorathy sat down on the chair, silently pressing her phone, trying to keep herself busy. She felt nervous and scared. Getting this job was like a dream come true for her.

She had heard that the boss was handsome, arrogant, and very strict, but she was willing to deal with it. She sighed loudly, and a smile spread across her face when she saw her best friend Steve calling her.

"Hey," she whispered softly as she answered the call.

"Are you at the interview now?" Steve asked from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, I just got here," she replied, and almost immediately a girl rushed out crying, causing her to gulp nervously while some of the other girls laughed.

Some of the girls were dressed provocatively, which made Dorathy worried. She wasn't even dressed properly, so how could she stand out among the thousands of pretty girls here?

"Dorathy South," she heard her name being called, and she gulped nervously.

"Hey, I need to go," she said and ended the call.

As she stood up, the girls burst into laughter.

"I can't believe this person came for an interview," one of the girls said, glaring at her with hatred.

She rubbed her sweaty hands together, breathing heavily. She was so scared. She took a deep breath before pushing the door softly.

Accidentally, she bumped her nose on the door, causing her to wince in pain as she looked around.

The office was really pretty. There were two chairs and a table filled with books and files.

The walls were painted white with a touch of red, giving it a pleasant look.

She continued looking around and accidentally hit the table, making her groan in pain. Suddenly, she noticed someone sitting on a chair with their back facing her.

"Good day, sir," she greeted, her heart beating rapidly, but he didn't answer her.

"Get out," he said in a harsh voice, and she scoffed, staring at him, confused.

Jimmy was a man who thought he knew best. He hadn't asked any of them questions; all he wanted was a girl who could satisfy his needs.

"What... what?" she stuttered, and almost immediately, he turned around in his chair to face her. Dorathy lowered her head, feeling scared to look at him.

"Get out now," he yelled but stopped as he stared at her.

His eyes revealed something else; he looked confused as he gazed at the small figure in front of him.

"Dora?" he called softly, and that was when she raised her head to look at him. Her blood froze immediately when she saw him.

Her eyes widened with visible shock as she stared at him.

"Jimmy?" she called in disbelief, tears gathering in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. She didn't want to remind him that she was still the girl he had broken.

He stood up from the chair, causing Dorathy to move back, and immediately she rushed towards the door.

But before she could make an attempt to run out, he caught her, trapping her between the walls.

He examined her carefully and then chuckled.

"You're still the same little Eve I know," he clicked his tongue while she just sniffed, avoiding his gaze.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked teasingly, tracing her neck. Her eyes widened, and she tried to push him away, but she couldn't, and he smirked.

That smirk seemed to make her even more scared. She recognized that dangerous and devilish smirk from anywhere. It meant he was planning something dangerous.

"Please, let me go, Jimmy," she pleaded softly, her tone filled with desperation, while he simply chuckled.

"Are you here for the interview?" he asked, and she glared at him, her eyes revealing her fear.

He released his grip on her, and without wasting a moment, she rushed towards the door. However, she soon realized it was locked.

She turned to look at him, but he was engrossed in a phone call.

"Send everyone out. I believe I've found my secretary," he said, causing Dorathy's eyes to widen.

"I don't want to be your secretary," Dorathy said, and he scoffed before advancing towards her, making her gulp nervously as he dragged her closer.

"I've been searching for you, Dorathy, and I don't intend to let you out of my sight anymore," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

She scoffed and attempted to push him away, but she found herself being lifted off the ground.

"What are you doing?" she asked fearfully as he carried her towards a table.

"Just checking if anyone has touched what is mine," he said, and Dorathy quickly grasped his meaning.

"No... no, Jimmy, please stop," she yelled in panic, but he didn't halt.

Instead, he Iaid her on the table and positioned her Iegs on his shoulder.

"Jimmy, leave me alone," she yelled, struggling to stand up, but she couldn't.

"When did you learn that language?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her, making her feel vulnerable.

His hand began moving towards her skirt, causing her to panic and struggle even more.

"Please, Jimmy, stop! I haven't even dated anyone since we broke up," she pleaded, and his smirk widened.

"I'd like to confirm that myself," he said, sIipping his hand inside her pants.

It was their first meeting in three years since their breakup, and he was attempting to assault her.

"He hasn't changed a bit," she thought.

"Sir," a loud knock on the door interrupted them, making him sigh.

He moved away from her, and she immediately jumped off the table.

"What is it?" he yelled angrily, causing the poor girl behind the door to tremble.

"I just wanted to inform you that the interview has been canceled," she said.

"Okay, get lost," he said dismissively.

"Please, help me," Dorathy pleaded, moving towards the door, while Jimmy raised an eyebrow, staring at her.

The girl stood at the entrance for a moment before walking away.

The door opened, and she gasped in surprise, turning to look at Jimmy, who smirked. Then she realized he was holding a remote.

It was a remote-controlled door.

She picked up her bag from the floor, keeping her eyes on Jimmy, who continued smirking.

As she approached the door, she felt someone gripped her waist and softly kissed her neck.

"Come early tomorrow, or you might face consequences," he whispered in her ear, and she scoffed.

"I don't need this job anymore," she hissed, pushing him away before walking out of the office.

A devilish smirk formed on his face as he watched her hurrying away.

"You can't run away from me anymore," he whispered to himself, biting his lip as he gazed after her.

She pushed the door slowly, looking around the familiar sitting room. Dropping her bag, she laid on the floor, tears pouring down from her eyes.

She should have known he was the one when they described him as wicked and arrogant because that's what he really is.

Dating him was like hell for her, and meeting him brought back those disgusting memories of the past.

"Sis," she heard a tiny voice call, and she quickly wiped her tears, turning to look at the smaller figure behind her, then she forced a smile.

It was all visible on her face, pain, regret and fear all shown on her face.

"Everything okay?" the smaller figure asked, and Dorathy nodded, while the latter just smiled before rushing towards her.

"You got the job?" she asked excitedly, and Dorathy just stared at her.

She was one of the reasons why she was trying to get this job. She just wanted her to be able to take care of her and their mother.

Pamela, that's her sister's name. A pretty little girl, smart, and intelligent. Dorathy just wanted to always put a smile on her cute face.

Their mother was in the hospital, diagnosed with tuberculosis, something dangerous, and they needed money for medication.

So she decided to work, but things weren't falling into place.

Her dad was a case of his own. He left his family when Dorathy was 6 because of the differences he had with his wife, Georgia. However, Georgia didn't care where he went nor did she let his absence affect the growth of she and her children. She raised both girls as a single mother.

"You didn't get the job?" she asked sadly as she stared at her sister, not uttering a word.

What was she supposed to say? That she got the job, but her ex was the boss? Working with Jimmy was a dangerous game, and she was not going to be the victim.

"Have you eaten?" Dorathy asked, changing the topic, and her younger sister nodded, smiling.

"When are we visiting mom?" Pamela asked, pouting her lips, and Dorathy ruffled her hair.

"We'll go this weekend when I find a job, okay?" Dorathy said, and Pamela nodded.

She had made up her mind. She wasn't going to work with Jimmy, and she was also determined to get a job so she could treat her mother's illness.

"Okay," Pamela replied before limping to the couch, turning on the small TV in the room.

Dorathy wiped away the tears forming in her eyes, picked up her bag, and then realized her phone was ringing.

She frowned, staring at the strange number before picking it up.

"Hello, Dora," his familiar husky voice sent shivers down her skin.

Her bIood froze in fear, tears gathered in her eyes, her chest was beating like a party drum, and she just wished this was all a dream.

It had been long since she felt this feeling of fear, and he was one of the few people who had gotten her really scared.

Her hand collided with her chest, trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. Fear had overcome her, had taken full control of her, and she couldn't prevent it.

Fear-a feeling of destruction, a feeling that can make someone feel vulnerable, uncomfortable. And this was what she was feeling.

"Say something, Dora. I want to hear your voice," he said, and she just kept quiet, not knowing what to say. She couldn't speak; fear had taken control of her body.

She should have done more research on the company. She had thought the name was familiar, and if only she knew who it was, she would have run for her dear life.

"You don't want to answer? Well, I just want to tell you to dress nicely tomorrow," he said in a husky tone, and Dorathy knew he was smirking because that was one of the habits he couldn't stop.

"I am...I am not working for you...you," she stuttered, followed by a chuckle from the other side of the phone.

"Dora, I know you were coming to the interview from the start. Seeing your picture and CV, I knew you were coming, and I just can't let you work away from me one more time," he said. Dora gasped and slowly sat down on the chair.

He knows. He knows she was coming.

"I am not working," she said softly.

"We will see about that," Jimmy said, and ended the call.

The phone slowly dropped from her hand, making her little sister turn towards her.

"Are you okay?" Pamela asked in a concerned tone, but she didn't reply.

Her body visibly shaking with fear. What has he done to her to make her feel so afraid?