Avenging Love

Chapter Eight

Jennifer's POV:

I was busy preparing today's meeting file when Jake appeared and said,

"From now on, you will be working on the top floor. Your office will be next to Anton's room."

"Mr. Jake you can clearly say, go and commit suicide. You don't need to say something in hidden words."

He laughed and said,

"Pack up your stuff. I'll send someone who will help you take your things to your new workspace."

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I was currently in the process of unpacking my personal items and arranging them in my newly acquired office space.

"Oh God, why is my luck so good? I am blessed with an office, near to Mr. Devil. Now, you have to protect me from the devil," I whispered to myself.

"Perhaps this wish is not meant to come true."

As I heard the sound, I closed my eyes tightly feeling a knot of dread in my stomach, and turned around, silently hoping to God that my fear wouldn't come true. Slowly, I turned back and opened my eyes, only to find the devil, standing straight, his figure towering over me, arms crossed, and smirking, as if ready to claim my soul, and drag me down into the depths of hell, where flames flicker and torment awaits.

Before I could utter a word, he cutt me off by saying, "Bring a cup of coffee to my room."

"Okay, dev......Uh, sir, I mean, okay, sir,"

He clenched his jaw and glared at me sharply, then returned to his office without saying anything.

I sighed in relief and took a deep breath, that I am safe from his anger as he left silently.

Hurriedly, I made my way to the kitchen, eager to avoid any further anger from him. Upon entering, I spotted Olivia, her office also situated on the top floor.

"Hello," she greeted, her hands busy with the coffee maker.

"Hi," I responded, making a beeline for the coffee machine. As I finished brewing, I was about to leave when Olivia interjected, "He won't enjoy this coffee. It's too strong for his liking."

So, I prepared another cup of coffee, this time opting for a lighter blend, hoping it would suit his taste.

Knocking on the door, I received no response. Knocking again, the door swung open abruptly. He was engrossed in a call.

"OK, mom, I'll talk to you later," he said, while ending the call. Then, in an angry tone, he snapped, "Can't you see I was on the call?"

"But sir, how would I know?" I attempted to explain.

"Put the coffee on the table and leave," he said coldly.

He stood by the door, busy with his phone, blocking my way inside. Afraid to ask him to move and with my hands shaking nervously, I tried to slip past him without saying anything. But as I moved, my foot accidentally bumped into his, causing me to lose my balance. The cup slipped from my hand, and the coffee spilled all over his shirt.

"Ouch!" he yelled in pain. "What did you do?" he shouted, his tone sharp and accusatory.

"Sir, I'm so sorry," I apologized, my voice trembling with regret.

Without warning, he seized my hand and pulled me forcefully into his office, his grip tight with anger. Dragging me closer, his expression darkened with frustration.

But as our eyes met, a shift occurred. The intensity of his anger softened as he observed the tears welling up in my eyes, his demeanor softened. In that moment, I felt an unspoken connection between us.

Silently, he wiped away the tear that had escaped down my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. He cupped my cheek in his hand while holding me closer with the other hand, his grip both comforting and protective.

Caught in his gaze, I felt a jolt of emotion as his eyes bore into mine. We remained frozen in this position for a few moments. Our hearts were pounding loudly.

"It's okay," he whispered softly, his voice was gentle and soothing, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace, making me feel safe and secure.

As we gazed at each other with intensity, he leaned his face slightly closer to mine. Just as the moment seemed to intensify, the door swung open, and Olivia entered the room. Startled, we quickly pulled away from each other.

Olivia paused for a while taking in the scene before her. Her expression underwent a subtle change, becoming unreadable for a moment before transitioning into a look of concern. "What happened, Anton?" she asked.

"It's nothing, just a small coffee spill, nothing to worry about," he remarked casually.

"Does it hurt?" she inquired, her worry evident.

"No," he replied curtly, excusing himself as he headed for the restroom.

Turning her attention to me, Olivia spoke gently, "You should be careful."

"Yeah, I lost my balance and the coffee fell," I explained.

"Ah, I see," she responded.

"I'll make a fresh cup for him," I offered.

"No, no, I'll take care of it," Olivia insisted, while heading to the kitchen.

As Olivia left, I followed suit and made my way back to my workspace.

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As I walked through the parking lot, the sound of my footsteps echoing around me, Instantaneously, all the lights in the parking lot went out, plunging the area into deep darkness.

I looked around in fear and saw a car hurtling towards me at full speed. In an instant, my heart leaped into throat, and my eyes went saucer in shock. Mouth fell open, I tried to shout but no sound escaped as I stood frozen in place, my body refused to respond to the situation.

Time seemed to slow down as I struggled to save myself, my mind racing with fear. Despite my best efforts to move, I found myself rooted to the spot. My senses overwhelmed and my vision blurred with panic. My ears stopped functioning, I couldn't even hear the sound of the car.

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Until then......