As long as Harrison's not stalking me, I'm relieved. I really don't want him to show up and say a bunch of mean things. What's worse, I can barley retort because he's my boss.
Or maybe no one's following me at all.
The best thing about this job is the holidays. During the weekends, I can go out with my mother to relax. Her illness made me realize that company is more important than money.
Sometimes, she would ask me about Harrison, but I never gave her a straight answer.
"Harrison is young and promising. It'll be great if you two are together," says her wistfully.
I almost choke on my tea. "Mom! He's just my friend. Don't speak nonsense! You're gonna scare him off."
"Save it. I'm what I'm doing." Mom rolls her eyes. "You're not young anymore. It's time for you to get a boyfriend."
I sigh. Do all middle-aged women like to talk about it? My middle-aged female neighbors
often ask me if I have a boyfriend.
I'm really confused. I'm living well now. What makes them think I desperately need a boyfriend?
To shut my mom up, I quickly take my purse and walk to the door. "Mom, I have an appointment with Sienna. Bye."
I'm not lying, but I'm half an hour ahead of schedule.
Sitting on the chair and listening to the soothing piano music, I'm relaxed physically and mentally.
"Wow, why are you so early? It's rare." Sienna comes to me and asks with surprise.
I watch her sitting opposite me. "Have you been busy lately? Last time you went to see my mom, you didn't even eat at my house."
"Yes. I have to go to an event later."
Sienna's different from me. She's a strong woman who focuses on her career.
I admire her, but I am not jealous. Everyone has a different path in life.
When Sienna is in the bathroom, my phone rings. It's from Harrison. He wants me to go to his villa now.
I instantly freak out. I tell Sienna that I need to leave now, she frowns but doesn't stop me.
"I'm kind of busy today, can you..." "You still have half an hour. If you're late, I'll punish you." Harrison's tone is unquestionable.
There's no need for me to say anything more. I have no choice but to take a taxi to his place.
I tried to find an excuse to turn him down, but he didn't give me the chance.
Maybe he knew I didn't want to go to his place.
My courage's completely gone. I'm afraid to stay with Harrison, because I can't afford to offend him.
I almost regret turning to him. Why didn't I call the police at that time? But what's done is done. Now, I'm standing at his door, not daring to ring the bell.
The phone in my pocket rings. I pick it up. "I'm already at the door."
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