"Maltida, what are you....what are you doing here?" Mr Caesar asked nervously, standing on his feet.
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Matilda asked as she placed her bag on the desk and walked towards him.
Mr Caesar's eyes moved to me momentarily.
"I came to see you. You have stopped picking up my calls, and you don't reply to my texts. It's been more than a month. So I decided to come here. I missed you." She said, reaching to kiss him.
I dropped my gaze, feeling my heart clenching. I placed the cards on the table slowly.
"Maltida, stop," Mr Caesar muttered, making me look their way.
"What is with you?" She asked, still touching him.
I got on my feet, claiming their attention.
"Wait, were you actually playing cards with this...." She trailed off, making me look at her.
"Who are you again?" She asked, staring at me in an unpleasant way.
"Matilda, stop." Mr Caesar said.
"What? What is this little thing doing in your office?" She asked, looking between Mr Caesar and i.
I stared at Mr Caesar with my brimming eyes.
"Matilda, I will not have you call my employee names."
She scoffed "Your employee is supposed to be doing what she is paid to do and not sit in your office and play cards with you. Her boss!"
I flinched slightly.
"Rose, can you please give us a minute?" He asked, looking at me with worry.
My heart tightened.
"Leave, little bitch, leave!" Maltida yelled.
I was taken aback by what she just called me.
My eyes moved to Mr Caesar.
He nodded slightly at me, talking to me with his eyes.
I headed for the door.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mr Caesar asked her as I got to the door.
"I should be asking you that question. What the hell is wrong with you, Caesar?" Maltida asked as I walked out the door.
I closed the door behind me and a tear rolled down my eyes. I wiped it off and headed for the hallway.
I was about to walk past his secretary's table when....
"As predicted, someone has finally put you in your place." His secretary, Timmy, said.
I stopped on my track.
"Little girls these days can't settle for their age mates but aim higher than they can even reach."
I turned to her. She is seated at her desk, typing on her laptop. Her eyes moved to me.
I stared at her, trying to understand if she was referring to me. She raised her brows at me.
"Rose, right?" She asked.
I didn't respond but kept staring at her.
She got on her feet and walked towards me a little. She folded her hands and stared at me saucily.
I shifted slightly, feeling awkward under her stare. She is taller than me and has always been rude to me. I don't know what I did to her.
"I will only say this once, Rose or whatever."
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Caesar's Rose
RomanceThey say, the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know. How true is this? ◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️ Rose Adams 17, Sweet, shy, innocent, intelligent. She lives and struggles with her industrious mother to make ends meet after being...