The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal

Chapter 4 - Friends You Can Lean On

UNEDITED

"A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow."
―William Shakespeare

Its been a week since I came back here in New York from my last visit at my families old house. I had met two stranger's who brought me huge weight on my back, not just it but also put some loaded of unwanted information contained a very dangerous, treacherous decision might I willed at the same time. It suffocates me when I remembered his proposal that in my whole life I have never thought that someone would ask me to be his wife for the seek of his own ambition and the loved that I was adore most was undefined, that everything is for a lies.

It was so disgusting for my part. Do I want that life. Do I want to be part of that stupid lies. Now I cleared up my mind and officially announced to my self that I will not going to accept the proposal and I want to start a new life again and forget everything, that's it. Yeah that's the right decision I should have made before things getting worsened and perhaps I could talk to Mr. George and asked forgiveness for not accepting his son in my life that I am not worthy to be his and I don't want to hurt both Madam Mensch and him.

Dasnee and I went early this morning to the Maxwell's company to work. I was assistant before but due to some changes of stuff's relocation I was assigned to another department doing some sort of files and busily typing in this small partitioned space the whole time. I loved my new assignment where I could no longer wander everywhere following my boss every time he had meetings and that bugs me solely because I hate to face with varieties of richest men in the world of business. Though in the beginning I love it because It would help me to learn a lot but to be honest facing various business men suffocates me. Now I wished to finished my internship and go back to school and have a normal life again.

My desk sat opposite at the head office. Wearing my work attire, made me uncomfortable, it was very fit, though I look totally sexy, I'm still not use to it. Is there have a choice? But then to think of it deeply its absolutely nonsense. People now a days were open minded.

Though one of my principles is self preservation, that's not counted indeed it's up to me now how I manage myself and how I became motivated to my life. Nobody can hinder my decision, motto and whatsoever my mind went on to something I myself couldn't understand. Dasnee always telling me how cranky I was sometimes, because of my undeniably mood swings behavior.

"Hey Monterey do you want to come with us?" I turned around and saw my pretty friend wearing a nice floral lace sheer cardigan blouse top black. "Huh?, Hmmm.. Hi Femy you look so great whats up girl, where?"I asked, then turning back to check my work again. "Lunch
break do you remember? Aren't you hungry?" She replied while having staring on the computer windows. "Monterey don't know what you look so difficult to talk with you have your own world. And look, your twenty , yet your wall paper is Sakura. To be honest girl If you weren't my friend I would have thought of you like immature who does not leave the world of anime. Oh my dearest friend would you please move on and start hunting some gorgeous men out there.," She pouted , and reached my hair with her hand,and brushed it gently.

I made a profound sigh and turned to look at her, "whatever Femy mind your own business okay. This is who really am I," I paused a bit and continued.

"Correction I'm not interested on hunting boyfriend. So do we really need to prolonged these silly arguments or we can go now because my stomach rumbling already." She pulled me up and quickly pushing me out of from the cubicle. "Dasnee we can go now, she called over to her compartment." I smoothly turned my head towards her and announced. "Will you please move faster so we can have a lunched."