When I saw him, my body weakened, and the memories that had been buried in forgetfulness returned to my mind. The memories we had resurface in my thoughts, but I can shake my head to clear them. I still have a lot to do.
When he was near me, I pushed him hard enough that he nearly fell. Unfortunately, he was holding onto the sink, so he was simply out of balance after that. I sent him a cold glare. Every time I saw him, the heat in my chest rose. His eyes darted on me, and I resisted that to let him know that I was not the same as before and that he was quick to eat just by his gaze. Just one word from him makes me feel weak, and just one hug from him makes me follow him right away.
It's not Cbiara Blair anymore.
"Hi." Despite my stern expression, he smiled charmingly. It wasn't a forgery; I know every move of the imposters.
I winced as I asked, "How are you?" Why was he asking me casually after all the calamities he caused in my life? He completely ruined me. I'll never grow weary of saying that to myself or him. He made me so unhappy that I forgot I could breathe. I distrust God and doubt His love for me. It was difficult to accept the conditions, and if vengeance is a sin, then I was a sinner.
"What are you doing here?" His pleasant smile faded because of how irritable I was to him. He licked his lips.
"I work here." His voice drifted off, and I gave him a puzzled glance. How would he work here if he ran a business? "I've been lost since you left," he acknowledged, his eyes filled with regret and longing for the days when it was just the two of us. "I want to be back with you."
"Stop your mania." I was worn out of being taunted by them. Certainly, this is one of Roux's tactics that I employed. He felt he could still get me on that agenda; perhaps he thought I was the same as before. People change, and that was something he needed to realize. I promptly left him there before anyone came in and inquired about the two of us.
A woman waved to me and sent me to her table. Using her hand sign, I pointed to myself to see if it was me to whom she was referring.
"Yes, you," she mouthed and giggled.
I approached her and she took something, which he then gave to me. It features a yellow ribbon motif on a black box. This must be costly.
“Could you please give it to our CEO?" she asked, her eyes puppy-like. I chewed my bottom lip. I stared at the office door before turning to face her and nodding. "Yes," she squeals softly. She even stood up and pushed me when I didn't move since I was hoping for something, perhaps a thank you. But she didn't say it. I almost tripped while holding on to the man's table immediately next to hers. "Hurry up," she abruptly told me, like I was her assistant and needed to obey her command immediately.
I started walking. I looked back and saw his hand pushing me and making me go faster. I looked in front; what was that? I don't know why I suddenly remembered something in that scene. I shook my head to forget what happened because it was not good for me to think about such a thing.
When I went inside, his colleagues were gone; only Raven was at his table. He was wearing eyeglasses while focusing on his laptop; his forehead wrinkled as if he didn't care about his surroundings. I snorted and looked at the gift. Should I just put it on his table?
"What is that?" While I was fighting in the back of my mind about the gift. I turned to Raven, who was standing a few inches away from me; he was not at his desk, and he was not wearing his eyeglasses. "Is that for me?" he asked confidently with his heavy footsteps near me.
"A-ahh, yes," I grinned. I started walking towards him and handed it to him.
"Is this from you?" I saw his eyes sparkle, knowing someone had given him a gift. I shook my head, causing his smile to disappear. "Throw that away," he told me, which earned me a question look.
"Huh?" He hasn't even seen the gift yet; he doesn't even know who it's from.
"I said throw it away," he repeated, and he walked back to his desk.
"But...this is for you." I was upset when the girl found out that Raven didn't accept her gift. "Take it." I went to his place and placed it on his table.
"Throw it." His directive was strict.
"This is a gift from someone to you," I argued, and my blood pressure began to increase as a result of what he did. "A simple thank you would suffice." I preached to him, but he appeared deaf. "I won't throw it away; you will." I moved away from him, but before I could go, there was a sudden crash.
When I turned back, the gift wrapper was already on the floor and slightly soaked because the gift box had not been properly secured.
“Why are they giving orders to you like this?” He smashed his hand against his heavy mirror table. His voice was as firm as stone. He gritted his teeth, "You are not here as their slave. Damn it!” I was stunned by his reaction.
It's nothing to me, sir. That's just a small favor." I want to share my thoughts, but his heart is too full to listen.
Who ordered you to do that?" I asked, shaking my head. I do not want a large mess. I don't understand why he accentuates minor details. "Tell me, Cbiara Blair, or else…”
“Or else what?” I challenged him and I'd be admitting I kinda like this feeling for once, gosh I must be crazy.
"I will punish you." His voice was like ice.