𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡
Lord Lionel Shahbandar had everything that others could not even dream of. His own company, money until he dropped and a huge estate.
But one thing he did not have.
A love he neither sought nor missed.
Only when he ha...
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For Saskia, the extended vacation weekend passed more quickly than she would have liked. Her thoughts drifted back to her workplace more and more often. She was already curious whether anyone had even noticed her absence and whether Evi still had her head on her shoulders. When she pictured this, she began to laugh. Maybe the boss had already fed her head to the lion he claimed to have.
Wistfully, Saskia packed her few belongings back into her gym bag, crossed the room and stood by the window. She just couldn't get tired of this view, she could have stood here for hours taking in the landscape with its wild beauty.
Next time she would not wait so long to come back. If only because of Sandy, she had missed her so terribly. But she had also missed all the animals at the farm and the sea.
She took her two bags and went down to the first floor and put them down next to the front door. Saskia went on to the kitchen where a small meal was already ready for everyone. Sadly, she sat down next to Sandy and stroked her blonde curls.
"Sia, next time I hope you won't come back in a year?!" the little girl inquired hopefully. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Saskia swallowed hard when she saw Sandy sitting in front of her like that, at least someone who missed her and this one had also bitterly disappointed her, since she hadn't come for so long.
"Sandy, I promise you, I will come earlier next time. But I can't tell you exactly when," she tried to lighten the mood a bit.
She just nodded and turned her attention back to the food in front of her. Saskia now took some of it as well. She wasn't hungry, but a little something wouldn't hurt so that she wouldn't have to go hungry later. After all, she had been on the road for some time.
All good things come to an end, and before Saskia knew it, she was back at King's Lynn station. The farewell had not turned out so great, Sandy had then still begun to cry. Saskia didn't want her cousin to go with her to the platform, otherwise it would have been even harder for her to say goodbye.
As sad as it was, the three of them were her only real family; she had no contact with her other relatives.
The train was already there and it was possible to get on, which she did. She sat down again in a compartment, in the renewed hope that no one would sit down with her. Saskia watched the people passing by and, as so often, sank into her thoughts.
Lionel had not remained idle. He had organized over the weekend that Saskia's iMac and her documents were moved to their new place. He didn't want to lose any unnecessary time, after all, it was important to start work as soon as possible. Besides, he had to have a talk with her, because she needed to know what her future tasks were. These included not only reports as it was always the case until now.
Saskia arrived tired at her apartment. Listlessly she threw her sports bag on the floor of her room. Tomorrow she had to go to work again, probably her desk would be filled with all kinds of new tasks.
The next morning the alarm clock rang in the new day. Still quite sleepy, Saskia put on the recently purchased dark blue blouse and black pants. As usual, she prepared herself for the coming workday.
Still a bit sleepy, she went to the Shahbandar Media Group building, even the cold air could not refresh her. She stepped into the entrance hall and walked to the elevators and pressed the button.
Quietly, the elevator door opened and Saskia stepped into the cabin. While she was going up, she already took her bag in hand to be able to put it away in her closet right away.
When she stepped out of the elevator, she went to her office as usual. She didn't get further than a few steps into the room before she dropped her bag. Saskia looked around nervously; her desk was completely empty. Not even the iMac was on the table, just nothing at all!
Had she been fired? She probably had Evi to thank for that, just because she hadn't been here for those few ridiculous days?! All sorts of thoughts raced through her head when she suddenly felt a presence of another person behind her and turned around.
Harry Deane was standing at the door, leaning casually against the doorframe and looking at her disdainfully through his glasses. "Well chubby girl, is your era here over? About time, nobody liked you anyway! Besides, it's your fault that Evi was summarily dismissed, you'll pay for that anyway. I'll think of something for you," he said with a sneer and looked at her as if she were just dirt under his shoes.
Neither Harry nor Saskia knew that someone was already listening to their conversation with great interest.
Saskia didn't think she had heard correctly, she was already shocked by the prospect of probably not having a job anymore. But she certainly didn't put up with such insolence. She cleared her throat and looked at Harry arrogantly with her head held high. "Before I'm as stupid as Evi, who apparently already has straw growing out of her head because there's no brain, I'd rather be a chubby girl like you just so nicely titled it. But at least I have a brain in my head, with which I will surely find a new job, unlike the brainless blonde head!" she countered confidently.
Harry looked at her simultaneously dumb and perplexed. He had not expected such a statement, since Saskia usually behaved rather calmly. But he was wrong, because she could be quite different. She had often been bullied at school, but she hadn't let it get her down. Instead, she had started to fight back with words.
Lionel usually had no interest in the ridiculous chatter in his company, he had no time for such bullshit. After all, a company couldn't be run on such childishness, and he would never have gotten that far.
But for some vague reason he had wanted to know what his future assistant had to say to the impertinence of his art curator. What he heard he liked extremely well. He liked it when someone didn't put their foot down; after all, she would have to pass muster in his presence. He wasn't exactly squeamish about what he said either.
