Avenging Love

Chapter Seven

Jennifer's POV:

After meticulously arranging everything for today's meetings, I finally found a moment to relax. I picked up my phone and started scrolling through social media feeds. Just as I settled into my chair, the intercom started ringing. Filled with deep frustration, I sat straight and reached for the intercom. When I answered the call, it was Mr. Vinson.

"Come and take all the files and reschedule them for tomorrow," he said in his usual abrupt manner.

"Alright, sir," I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.

Mr. Vinson is such a peculiar man. I had spent hours organizing the meetings, ensuring every detail was perfect, and now he tells me to reschedule everything for tomorrow. He didn't inform me of any changes beforehand. I couldn't help but think to myself, "He's such an idiot."

Grumbling under my breath, I headed to his office. As if things couldn't get worse, the elevator was busy again, forcing me to wait impatiently. I sighed, it was going to be one of those days where nothing seemed to go right.

There was a cluster of people, and the lift was too busy today. Annoyed and short on time, I decided to take the stairs. I raced up, feeling my legs burn with each step as I ascended all the way to the top floor. Breathless and a bit disheveled, I finally reached the top, only to bump straight into Olivia, nearly knocking her over.

"Easy, girl! Why are you in such a hurry?" she said, steadying herself and giving me a curious look. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.

"I'm sorry," I panted, beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

"Mr. Vinson called me urgently, and despite my efforts, the lift was crammed with people, delaying me further. You know how he is about punctuality. If I arrive late, which unfortunately I did, he'll have my head on a platter."

"I'll catch up with you later," I quickly said to her, my urgency evident.

Without waiting for her response, I dashed towards Mr. Vinson's office, determined to face the impending storm.

"Come in," he said, his voice tinged with a sharp edge of frustration.

I hesitated for a moment, sensing the tension in the air, before stepping into the office. As I entered, I couldn't help but notice the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his hands gripped the edges of his desk, knuckles white with tension. It was evident he had been planning my murder.

"Late as always," he muttered, anger dripping from his words like venom.

"Why are you so clumsy? Can't you do a single thing properly?"

"Sir the elevator..." I attempted to explain bu my attempts has gone in vain, as he cut me off, his lips twitched into a smirk,

"Again, the elevator," he growled through clenched teeth, his frustration palpable. He tossed the phone onto the table with a sharp sound, rising from his chair and striding towards me.

With each deliberate step he took, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and uncertainty coursing through me. His grip on my arm was firm, almost painful, as he leaned in close, his voice a low, seething whisper.

"What are you doing on the ground floor? You should be near me. You should be here on the top floor."

His gaze bore into mine, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes - anger, frustration, and something else, something deeper and more complex and that was "pain".

"You are supposed to be there where I am," he repeated, his sound was so deep and heavy, as he was trying to compose himself.

As I stared back at him, his expression softened momentarily, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath the mask of anger. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished, replaced once again by cold demeanor.

"Leave my hand," I managed to stutter, my voice barely above a whisper. As I was trying to release my hand from his firm grip. He released me abruptly, causing me to stumble backwards, my heart racing as I struggled to reagin my composure. I knew I would meet the floor, I was certain of it but,

He caught me before I could fall, he grabbed me from my hand and pulled me firmly, making me bump into his chest . I wrapped my arms around him, embracing him tightly to prevent myself from falling, For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as we stood there,

I felt an overwhelming sense of peace as I hugged him, my head resting gently on his chest. His heart was beating with such intensity, I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, loud and fast, echoing in my ears.

But as quickly as it had begun, it was over. He gently disentangled himself from me, his expression unreadable.

"Sir, I..." I began to explain, but he left the office without listening, leaving me alone and bewildered. My mind reeling with unanswered questions.

I stood there, still processing that happened. My heart was racing so fast I feared it might burst out of my chest, each heartbeat thundered in my ear. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. With great effort, I managed to gather my thoughts and regain my composure.

Quietly, I left his office, the pain I saw in his eyes consumed my thoughts.

What kind of pain is he experiencing, and why is it affecting him like this?

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Until then......