The Wedding

Chapter 13: One That Will Never Betray Us

I spent that night in agony and despair, feeling stupid, powerless, and useless. I couldn't believe that this whole 8 months I was trapped, tricked, liked a rat walked freely into a mouse trap because what I saw was only the cheese. A rotten cheese which looked dashing from afar but disgusted when it's eaten.

Was everything a set up from beginning? My chest hurt liked it was about to to blow up. Now that I remembered it, all the memories seemed to fall to its place.

I wonder why Desmond decided to interview you in the first place. Human Resources Department usually does this kind of thing...

There's no place for you on the sixth floor...

Any volunteer to do the project solo...?

Everything made sense now. Desmond picked me. He chose me that's why he interviewed me. But... why? My blog! My blog!! He read my blog! How would he know about my blog and me and asked to interview me? Hang on there... He must have read my profile before he interviewed me. Tome Publishing called me a few weeks after I sent my application letter. He had ample time to double-check my profile.

I quickly opened my blog from my laptop. Strangely, I couldn't login to my account. It said, 'incorrect username or password'. I didn't change the username and password. I went to my email to recover the password but the email had been reset. I'd never change the email address.

I curled up on my bed, crying as I realized my prediction was correct. Someone changed my blog's email and password. It must be Desmond. My blog was the only solid prove I had to show 30% of my ideas for the project were taken from it. But I didn't have it now. Oh, how idiot I was.

I spent that night only crying until my face puffy and I couldn't breathe normally. These past two days Tessa mentioned she would stay at her work place due  to work pressure. She didn't say a word about Morgan and I didn't dare to ask her about him; not until she started it first. She needed time and so did I. I thanked God Tessa wasn't here when I cried because I knew her reaction would be; she'd curse at me and made me realize how stupid I was, something that I shouldn't be told anymore from anyone at this moment.

I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, tried to find anything that could at least cheer me up a bit, and I found these things: a bucket of ice cream and a big bottle of coke.

"Ugh, you never disappoint me, coke," I whispered to the bottle and kissed it. "And I can always count on you, ice cream," said I in sad tone. These two were better than a man.

Then I went to the living room, turned on the TV, and watched. This time, the programs were not the best company. The TV programs, in unison, showed Korean drama and Indonesian drama about betrayal, jealousy, and work stuff. I started to cry again. Why? Why at this hour there's no program about quizz, game, or reality show? Why was it drama when my life was full of drama??

I bit my finger. That bastard approached me, used me, and pretended to like me for his benefit. I thought he truly had feelings for me which turned out was a big fat lie. I kept crying until I was tired enough to go to bed.

The following day went slowly. I did all my work in my room and stepped out only to go to wash room. I didn't want a single soul to see me in my puffy face, swollen eyes, and zero spirit like I lost a war without a chance to fight. Desmond took all the projects I had and left me with small things to do. He sent me notes on my plan, criticized the proposal, and cut 60% of the budget I planned to use on my project. He tried to knock me down to this point. I had no energy to fight so I just stayed in my room quietly with my sunglasses on.

A knock on the door five minutes before the work hour over woke me up from daydreaming. It was Zefanya, the girl I met in the storage room.

"Hi, Danica. Do you wanna go home?" she asked. She never visited my place so I was confused of why she suddenly did it.