Book Two.
Arielle Thompson and Raheem Small, who grew up together in Slys Village, find themselves in an unexpected twist of fate as they both attend a family reunion after many years. Childhood enemies, their relationship was marred by Raheem's hur...
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📍Crescent Avenue| New Kingston, Jamaica|
📅 Monday| June 19|
The first day back at work after Michelle had gone on maternity leave felt like walking into a completely different world. I'd grown accustomed to the familiar routines, the friendly faces, and the mutual respect we all shared at our private financial institution. But now, with Sean taking charge as my new boss, everything was changing, and not for the better.
As I entered the sleek, glass-fronted building, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had no reservations about reporting to a superior; it was part of the corporate world. However, Sean has always made me uncomfortable with his relentless and often inappropriate attention towards me. Now, he was not just a colleague but my boss, and I was dreading what the day might bring.
My desk was just as I'd left it, except Sean had placed a bouquet of flowers on it, a gesture that would have been sweet if it hadn't come from him. After reading the card, I threw the bouquet into the garbage bin by my desk, hoping to set a tone of distance. I had learned early on that being too friendly with Sean led to misunderstandings and unwanted advances.
As the morning progressed, Sean began to assign me tasks that were, quite frankly, bizarre. He asked me to sort through a mountain of paperwork, organize it by date, and then alphabetize it by clients' middle names. I was a financial advisor with years of experience, and this felt like a task suited for an intern. Still, I kept my composure and carried out his orders without complaint.
But it didn't stop there. Sean seemed determined to test my limits. He sent me on errands that had nothing to do with my job, like meeting with one of our suppliers and picking up his lunch order from the front desk. I felt like a glorified personal assistant, not a professional financial advisor. My exhaustion began to set in by lunchtime, and I yearned for the serene familiarity of my normal job.
During our lunch break, Sean made no attempt to disguise his intentions. He came to my office and suggested we go out for dinner, casually mentioning that it would be a date. I politely declined, emphasizing the importance of maintaining professionalism in the workplace. His reaction was less than ideal; he laughed it off as if it were a joke but left no room for uncertainty when he asked again later, this time with a more insistent tone.
