Avenging Love

Chapter Twenty Seven

Jennifer's POV....

I was sleeping like there was no tomorrow, deeply immersed in a dreamless slumber. Suddenly, I felt someone shaking me insistently. I groaned, refusing to open my eyes. It was Daisy, relentlessly trying to wake me up. I grabbed a pillow and pressed it firmly over my ear, hoping to muffle her incessant voice.

"Come on, you are getting late. It's already 8," she urged, her voice piercing through the pillow.

The words jolted me awake, my heart started to race. I threw the pillow aside and kicked off the covers in a frantic hurry. The reality of the moment hit me hard as I jumped out of bed, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier?" my voice still heavy with sleep.

Daisy placed her hands on her waist, narrowed her eyes slightly before replying,

"I've been trying to wake you up for an hour, but you were sleeping like a monster."

I sighed heavily and hurriedly began to change.

I rushed to my closet, the urgency of the moment pushing me to move faster than usual. I quickly pulled open the doors, scanning through hangers of clothes in a brief panic. Grabbing the first suitable outfit I could find, I hastily changed, my fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers in a rush to get dressed.

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I was driving too fast, the adrenaline of urgency pushing me to accelerate, until I slightly collided with another car.

"Oh God, what have I done?" I muttered to myself in panic. The driver of the other car stepped out, but I didn't dare wait.

"I don't have time to argue, the devil will be waiting for his coffee, and he'll devour me whole," I muttered anxiously as I slammed my foot on the accelerator, racing away at full speed.

I slammed the brakes just in time, stopping abruptly right before the entrance of AJ Enterprises. My heart pounding fast in my chest.

"Oh God, please help me and save me from the curse of the devil," I whispered fervently under my breath as I hurriedly entered the building.

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I put my belongings in the cabin and went directly to the kitchen. Mr.Vinson had informed me that starting today, I would be responsible for making his coffee because Olivia was on leave.

Following Olivia's guidance, I carefully brewed the coffee, opting for a lighter blend as she had instructed. With the freshly brewed coffee in hand, I hurried to Mr. Vinson's office.

Upon hearing his "come in" response, I quickly entered the office. He was deeply engrossed in his work on the laptop, typing away with focused intensity.

"Sir, your coffee," I said softly, approaching his desk and placed the steaming mug of coffee.

As I turned to leave,

"What time is it?" he asked.

I turned towards him, his expression unreadable, I checked my watch and replied promptly, "It's 8:30 AM."

"Have you ever thought about learning punctuality?" his tone was firm as he leaned back in his chair, looking straight into my eyes.

"I will be on time from now on. Sorry for being late."

"You'll never be on time. You're always at the wrong time and wrong place," he retorted sharply.

Perplexed, I asked, "What do you mean?" His sudden change in demeanor caught me off guard.

"Nothing. Just leave," he said dismissively, his expression hardening.

Confused by his abrupt shift in behavior, I turned to leave.

As I started to walk away, I heard him call out again.

"Wait a minute," he said firmly, causing me to halt in my steps. I turned back to face him, noticing the intensity in his gaze. "What kind of coffee is this?" he asked, voice now sharper, his gaze piercing through mine.

"I made the coffee as you like it, the lighter one."

"Who the hell told you I like this type of coffee? Just take this and make a new one. And remember, the strong one," he ordered sharply.

"But, sir, Olivia told-" I began, but he cut me off.

"I've had enough of your excuses. Leave, immediately." he demanded sternly.

I came out of his office and again started making coffee. I don't understand what Olivia wants from me or why she said that he would like a lighter one if he hates it that much. I couldn't understand what's going on.

"Are these just office politics, or is something more going on under the rug?" I whispered.

Olivia is surely a strange woman, but Mr. Vinson is equally unpredictable. At times, he's remarkably gentle, while other times, he turns cold unexpectedly. His demeanor and attitude fluctuate abruptly, always left me stunned by his actions.

I should confront him and ask directly what his problem is. Why does he reveal his softer side to me, only to retract it? His gaze suggests something, and I need clarity. It's time to put an end to this game.

I made the coffee and headed to his office, lost in my thoughts. Questions flooded my mind: I needed to confront Mr. Vinson and inquire about Olivia from Jake. Something about her seemed off. Perhaps Jake could help. As I approached his office, a sudden loud thud echoed from inside, making me flinch.

I peeked through the glass door. Mr. Vinson forcefully threw the file onto the table in front of Alex, who appeared taken aback by the unexpected action. Alex was seated directly across from Mr. Vinson, while Jake sat on the couch nearby, observing everything with a thoughtful expression.

"The case is closed. No clues were found by the police. I'm completely out of this mess. Now, stay away from me and never show your face again," Mr. Vinson's voice echoed through the walls.

"How selfish could you be? You didn't even turn back to see who was there," Alex said accusingly.

"I told you, I had nothing to do with that accident!" Mr. Vinson shouted.

"You may not have caused the accident, but because of your dear friend, whom you are protecting, a daughter lost her parents. Do you want to know who that daughter is?"

"I'm not interested in knowing."

"Maybe hearing the name will change your mind."

Mr. Vinson didn't reply but glaring him with narrowed eyes.

"Jennifer Williams, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Williams, whom you both killed. What if I told her your love stor-'"

And the cup slipped from my fingers, it shattered on the floor, the sound echoing through the hallway. It was as if the ground had been pulled from beneath me, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. The walls seemed to blur and spin around me, I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Until then....