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Chapter 7

Rays of light began to occupy the sky in the early hours of dawn. Aliza grimaced on when the light will arrive in her life or was she ever fated for such happiness? As soon as she placed her legs on the floor a shooting pain bothered her knee. Aliza trembled in ache and slowly walked to the bathroom holding the walls of the room.

She reached at the mirror of the bathroom and looked at her face. Tears flowed endless out of her eyes for the horrible suffering she endured because of her aunt and her monster fiancé. How was she going to face her boss with such a dreadful appearance was the first question that occupied her mind. A round purplish lesion surrounded her eye. The corner of her lips had blood marks because of brusing kisses Fredrick gave her. Red marks of bites occupied her neck.

Her knees were beaten so badly that she couldn't stop but limp with pain. What was the answer she was going to give her boss if he asks her about the artworks on her face? Will he continue her in the job? If he retrenches her should she pay the firm the 20 millions as signed in the contract? From where will she get that much of money? Last time he found sketches on her face, he called her a slut and severely detested her. That look of his still haunts Aliza till today. She could stand anger in her boss's eyes but she cannot tolerate despise for her. He called her cheap and stamped her a whore - the horrible name chases her dreams she couldn't recover till date.

Aliza was in a pool of sweat as she thought about the possible scenarios she was to face in her office today. She borrowed a full hands top from Charla so that at least the bruises on her hand couldn't be made a note. She debated to herself about all the possible excuses she could give to her boss if he questioned her on her thrashed features.

Walking to her boss's room after a knock, Aliza placed Charles's coffee mug on the table and was about to leave. Thank heavens he did not see her face Aliza sighed. But her relief was short lived. "Wait, where is the...." Charles stopped midway in shock looking at the face of Aliza consecutive with a feel of loathe on his facet.

Charles wasn't the person who would misbehave or go abrasive towards woman. His sophistication and civilization intervenes before he does that to any lady. He decided to settle the dues of Aliza and send her away from the firm without a tarnish. She was a black mark to his reputation. Little did he know about the true character of the woman before employing her. Charles chided to himself. Unlike his previous reproach Charles did not communicate anything negative or derogatory to Aliza. He simply wanted to get her resign from the job without a besmirch.

"Aliza call Charla into the office?" He ordered her typing an official mail in his laptop. "Sure sir" Aliza replied energized. She was on the seventh heaven that her boss either did not notice her bruised features or chose to ignore them. Either ways she felt very fortunate and thanked the Almighty for saving her on the day. Within a few days she would heal and become normal. Aliza suddenly became very positive about her thoughts when her boss did not show anger on her.

Charla walked inside Charles's room as soon as she was informed. "Charla draft a resignation letter for Aliza and take signatures from her. From tomorrow onwards she need not come to the office and you will get back to be my personal assistant cum secretary. I'm terminating the lady from the job because she doesn't have a character. She is a stigma to my eminence and esteem of my company with those provocative dirty marks on her face." Charles concluded with a slight blemish.

According to the orders of her boss Charla couldn't leave the room to do the required work. She stood rooted to the ground twiddling with her fingers. Charles raised up his eyes to Charla in command with a suspicious look. "Sir I know I'm in no position to speak this information to you and I very well know I am risking my job in this by supporting Aliza against your decision." Raising from his seat Charles pushed his hands inside his pant pockets and walked in slow raptorial steps towards Charla. His lips were plastered in a thin line intimidating her with his controlling aura. "What do you mean?" He accentuated in dominance. Charles did not like least bit the old woman's indirect referral.