Chapter 7

I stared at his retreating back, tall and lean, broad shoulders clad in dark blue suit from an almost perfectly brushed hair to his expensive shiny black shoes and I realized that working for him Is going to be challenging.

Challenging? It's impossible!

I decided to wear the shoe as the cold was seeping through my skin and before my ' I am an independent woman I will not wear what he bought me 'self could protest, I bended and opened the bag.

I was dumbfounded, astonished and surprised all at the same time. Inside the bag was a beautiful black heel. A high heel.

What the hell was he thinking?!

I wear heels but not this high, this is impossible to wear. how do they even walk wearing this? I kept arguing back and forth with myself whether to wear it or not.

Let's leave it here so he wears it himself!

Walk barefoot and risk the whole company thinking that I have a few loose screws in my head?

Good point.

My stomach decided this moment to remind me that it was lunch time and I should eat so I wore the heel then carried on my way to the elevator, got in and went down to the lobby.

This company was huge and everyone was busy, on their feet, almost running. You get the picture. The white ceramic floor was glossy and had sophisticated black patterns all over it.

He got me good. It was so damn hard to walk wearing this heel. I tried to walk as elegantly as I could but my step went like this.

Click.

Click.

Nearly kiss the floor.

And repeat the whole process again and again till I reached the exit. People were giving me curious glances and I tried to smile at them, hoping my smile wasn't giving away how much I was struggling to walk upright, which our ancestors, the homo erectus, succeeded in doing but a modern human being (me) failed to do so.

I went to the company's parking lot and got in my car immediately taking the heel off my feet. I placed them on the passenger seat and drove home.

Home.

I scoffed at my own thought.

I never had a home, maybe in the past I did. Home is where there is family and friends, warmth and love. I have none of that here. The only persons that know I am living in this apartment are probably my landlord Mr. Jobs and Ms. Harold, who I seldom see out of her apartment unless it is to buy cat food. I don't even have someone to call even if I get sick.

Home?

He took that away from me.