Dirty Little Heart

Wherever You Go, I Go.

It's been almost a week since I last saw him.

From that day, Nat has been picking up and dropping me off every single day, just to know whether I safely reached my workplace or not.

I couldn't ask for more. She's been a guardian angel to me since the start and still hadn't failed in protecting me.

No one knows what I'm going through. And just because she does? Nat gives her all to make sure I'm okay.

Yes, I could go to the police. But the only bullsh*t that I will have to face is the lack of evidence.

I would have turned him in long before I found out about his true colours. Let's just say I wasn't brave back then. Thinking about moving here to California gave me the spirit that I needed to build or work on myself as soon as I knew this was wrong. But I guess changing my real identity was not enough.

I didn't see Jonathan for the past week as well. All I knew was that Cooper Inc's throwing an enormous ball for their new merging and cooperation with "Zala Enterprises".

I knew about it was they were all fashion based and they were having a fashion show as a thank you and welfare of both parties.

And of course, I was invited.

Nat strictly forbids me from going there alone. And I have to follow her instructions. Whether I like it or not, I never ever want to go back to where I came from.

Not after knowing that Roger is here.

I know he only has one purpose, bringing me back to him and my old life. Getting beaten every day, fighting, crying, and having yourself stripped in front of his friends. Nothing is worse than being alone in a situation like this.

--

The sound of the telephone ringing snaps me out of my thoughts.

I realise that I'm at my office, doodling on some papers I was working on. I can't let this affect my work. I have to stay focused.

--Beep beep--

"You working?" I get a text from Nat.

"I think so. Why?"

"My car broke down out of nowhere an hour ago. I will pick you up. Just don't come out of your building till I say so. You got it?"

"Got it, be safe, okay?" I text back.

"XOXO."

Great.

Just as I was about to put my phone down, I came across the conversation with "who I thought was Jonathan", but was not.

Thinking about him made me realise the way I acted that day. I jumped on him like a cheetah jumps on its prey. Knowing that the prey was innocent in this and was just minding its own business.

He did nothing, and I knew I owed him an apology.

I stand up, gather my paperwork, and walk out of my office.

--

"Hey, Is Mr Ramsey available right now?" I ask Mai, who was his assistant and for I don't know what reason, has her desks stories down from Jonathan's office.

"He is. You only have 5 minutes with him, though. He has a meeting in 10 minutes with the Accounting Executives."

"I won't take long," I say as I go across the corridor to the elevator. I push the button for the 14th floor and I wait till I get there.

The elevator stops at 6.

My heart pounds, but at the same time, I know no one can get into this building without a security check and the employee pass everyone has to wear.