Biting down on my bottom lip, I moaned as I felt my wrist burn with unbearable anguish. I stuffed the final file into a drawer that I'm putting in alphabetical order as per his request for me.
I looked at the clock, it was 10 p.m., I peeked inside his office, which was vacant, and I dashed to the balcony, where I saw him driving his car away from his company's building.
Everyone is leaving; I should leave as well because this is my final assignment of the day.
I dragged my feet towards my desk, swiftly turning off the laptop and retrieving my handbag.
I came down, wrapped my arms around myself, and walked down the road at night, it took me two hours to walk to the mansion because I didn't have enough money to book a cab, and I was very hungry because I brought lunch back from the Starbucks cafe during my lunch break at the office, as I didn't have enough money to afford a cab.
Guards greeted me as I entered the mansion.
I walked straight to the kitchen to get something to eat, checked my phone, and it was 11 p.m. It took me two hours to go home.
I opened the fridge, my stomach growling and my limbs becoming heavy because I hadn't eaten anything since the morning.
I took out the grilled veggies with hummus wraps and placed them on a plate for myself, smiling internally because I had never seen such delicious food in my life; my aunt never gives me decent food to eat; I always have to eat leftovers, and I have to go to bed on an empty stomach most of the time.
I took the tray and prepared to walk towards the dining room, but I abruptly stopped when I realised that I am nothing more than his maid; for all the world, I am his wife, but in reality, I am nothing to him; I believe he will never like me to eat in his luxurious dining room, so I quickly sat on the kitchen floor in Indian style, and just ate a bite, I gasped in pain, and breathing heavily; I looked at my wrist, which was becoming worse now; It's just a piece of glass, and I've already removed it, but I still get the illusion that something is embedded deep under my flesh.
With much effort, I got out a fork and ate with it.
I went inside his room, but it was vacant; he was probably in his study room.
I changed into my pajamas and lay down on the floor; I winced again as my hand touched the floor, but I managed to tolerate it and closed my eyes immediately.
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I awoke, wiped my eyes, and glanced about; it was already dawn.
I had straightened my body posture and was about to stand, but something caused me to halt.
It's my hand that can accomplish this, which is covered in a medicine bandage, and I've inclined my head backward.
I let out a gasp as I realised it could only be him because he is the only one who has entry to his bedroom.
I looked around but couldn't find him; I looked at the digital clock; it was already midday, and I had a conference with him at 9 p.m.
I frowned as I looked about, unsure of what was going on.
What am I going to do next?
I hurriedly stand but am surprised by a tap at the door, which I answer to find Celine, who is smiling warmly.
"Hey, I came here to inform you that when you're ready, please call me and I'll bring your breakfast here," she remarked.
I questioned her, twitching my fingers and gulping down, "Is Adrain already gone to the office?"
"Oh, yeah, I was about to tell you that he said you may come to his office in the afternoon today," she said
Why did he reduce my working hours?
"Why?" I murmured, almost as if I was asking myself.
"I'm not sure why, but I think it's because of your injured hand," she said, pointing to my wrist, which was wrapped in a medicine bandage.
"Yes, I want to know who did this," I said, raising my brows and showed her my hand with a medicine bandage.
She shrugged and added, "It's obvious, Mr. Campbell did it."
"This is so unexpected," I thought to myself as I looked down at my hand.
He cares about me, even though I'm sure he'll never admit it.
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After entering the information into the system, I filed another file away in a drawer.
I sat back in my chair, took a deep breath, and examined my hand.
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