Her Crazy Boyfriend.

Chapter Fourteen

BACK TO WORK

Bryson kept glancing at his wristwatch in the office, seething with anger. "It's already 10 a.m., and that fool still hasn't shown up. Is she skipping work on her second day?" he thought, his frustration growing.

Just then, his phone rang, and he frowned, seeing the caller ID. "Why should I answer her call? I'll punish her when she gets here," he thought, letting the call go to voicemail.

Meanwhile, Mia sat worriedly on the bed. "He's not picking up. God, please don't let me lose my new job," she prayed.

"Calm down, Mia," Nora said, trying to soothe her anxious friend. "He's going to be mad at you, so let's leave him a voicemail." Mia quickly recorded a message without hesitation.

Bryson was writing on a document when his phone notified him of the voicemail. He picked it up and saw Mia's message. "Who does she think she is? Skipping work on her second day and still having the nerve to leave me a voicemail? This is ridiculous. I don't want to listen to her annoying voice," he growled, throwing his phone on the desk and breathing heavily in anger.

"He's not replying," Mia said, wanting to get up from the bed, but Nora held her back. "Where do you think you're going?" Nora asked.

"To work, of course," Mia replied, rolling her eyes.

"The doctor said you can't be discharged until evening," Nora reminded her firmly.

"What's the difference between now and evening? It's still today," Mia argued, but Nora held her hand tightly.

"You're going nowhere, Mia. When you get to work tomorrow, apologize to him and explain what happened," Nora advised.

Mia glared at her. "Always acting like my mother," she scoffed, lying back on the bed while Nora smiled and pecked her on the cheeks.

The next day...

Mia had been discharged from the hospital, and Nora was helping her get ready. After applying a light makeup, Nora brought out a bandage and placed it on Mia's forehead. Mia gasped in surprise. "Nora, what are you doing?" she asked.

"One of the explanations you need, girl. You have to do everything possible to make Bryson believe you, so you won't get fired," Nora explained. Mia scoffed, "This is too much of an exaggeration, girl." She rolled her eyes, picked up her bag, and rushed out of the house.

At the company, Mia went to her desk and squealed with excitement, seeing Bryson's empty seat. "I arrived before him," she said, smiling to herself. But she was shocked to see Bryson standing right in front of her, glaring at her. She almost fell to the ground as she composed herself. "Good morning, boss," she greeted.

"Keep your greetings to yourself, jerk. What's with the bandage on your head?" Bryson asked, then started blaming himself for asking. "What am I doing? Why do I care about her health when she refused to show up at work yesterday?" He groaned.

Mia pleaded, falling to her knees as she sobbed quietly. "I... I'm deeply sorry, sir. I had an accident that made me spend all day at the hospital yesterday. I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. Please have mercy on me and give me another chance."

Bryson sighed heavily, rumpling his hair in confusion. He cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Fine! Apology accepted." Mia jumped up in excitement, almost hugging him but restrained herself. "But that doesn't stop you from receiving your punishment since you're fine now. You have some files to work on," Bryson said, grinning as he pointed to the piled-up documents on his desk. "You have to finish everything today."

Mia opened her mouth wide in disbelief. "But, sir... I'm just recuperating." Bryson growled, not sparing a glance at her. "Then go back home and lose your job." Mia groaned, "What an inconsiderate jerk," and got to work immediately.

Suddenly, her phone rang, and she hissed, seeing that it was Dylan calling her. She switched off her phone and continued working.

Dylan was at work, trying to call Mia again, but it was switched off. "Seriously, are we over now?" He scoffed and tried going out of his office for some fresh air when he saw Kyle running up to him, his head wrapped in a big bandage. "What the hell! Who put you in such critical condition?" Dylan blurted out.

Kyle rolled his eyes as he replied, "She hit me with a broken bottle." Dylan chuckled, asking, "Which one of them? Jones? Mandy? Pearl? Lisa? Sapphire?" Kyle glared at him. "None of them, I'm done with those ones. They're all in the past. I swear Emily is gonna pay for this."

Dylan laughed out loud. "I told you, you know nothing about love. I think Emily is right. You broke her heart, and she broke your head. Such girls suit you." He laughed, and Kyle wanted to hit him, but Dylan ran away while Kyle chased after him.