Fated to You

Chapter 7: You're fired!

The next day, in the morning - Heng and Pablo's apartment

Freen woke up extra early to prepare breakfast and get ready for her first day at RG Holdings. She couldn't sleep a wink even though she wanted to since she was tired and was suffering jetlag. She woke up as bright as the sun rose in the far horizon, did a few morning exercises, followed by a simple yoga to appease her stress and anxiety. She gets her briefcase ready and readies the one suit that she had packed up. She promised to shop after work this afternoon or evening depends on how long she has to stay. She smiles at the thought – after work – sounds good to her. She wore a black, knee-length pencil skirt with a gray sleeveless, silk blouse. She wears a black formal jacket on top and rocked some silver high heeled pointed shoes on her feet.

Pablo walks happily in the kitchen to find breakfast ready, "Good morning Freen. I see you made breakfast. You didn't have to." he smiles as he smells the delicious pancakes and bacon and fried eggs and the sweet orange juice.

Freen unties the apron around her waist, "Good morning Pablo. It is the least I could do since I am imposing on the two of you."

Pablo gestures nonchalantly, "Please, don't feel like you are imposing and make yourself at home. Heng and I are happy to have you here."

"And he is right Freen." Heng walks into the modern style kitchen, kisses Pablo and then walks around the counter to hug Freen, "You are welcome here and stay as long as you want." He releases her and opens the fridge to fetch an apple, "The breakfast smells delicious."

"I woke up bright and early. I couldn't sleep a wink. I'm nervous." Freen inhales then exhales slowly, "I don't know what to expect since I don't know who I'll be working for yet."

"You did not watch the press conference on TV?" Pablo asks as he serves himself plate of bacon and eggs. "I thought one of you would."

"I took a shower, ate, and then I went straight to bed." Freen says.

"You know I don't really watch TV Pablo and besides we went to the party last night. We were bound to miss it anyway." Heng serves himself as well. "I wonder who she is."

"Hopefully it is not some mean, old, disgusting, chauvinistic pig. I knew one from Paris. He was one of the clients of the investing firm I worked at." Freen recalls the disgusting old man, "I hope it is not." She shudders at the memory.

"Well, you can rest assured because it is a woman." Pablo says.

"So? A woman can be a chauvinistic pig too." Shane adds.

"Well, I hope she's friendly enough and is open to new ideas and is a democratic leader." Freen affirms.

Both Heng and Pablo nods agreeably.

And then Heng speaks up, "Baby, do you need a ride? RG Holdings is on our way to work." Heng offers.

Freen uncomfortably blushes, "If that's not a problem."

"Not at all. Let me go get my briefcase and we will go." Pablo walks out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

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RG Holdings

Pablo and Heng drop Freen off in front of the building. She looks up at the huge skyscraper and inhales deeply then exhales her anxiety. She closes her eyes and then walks inside to the front desk and greet at the same brunette girl from yesterday.

"Good morning!" Freen beams nervously, her heart racing.

The brunette smiles warmly at her again, "Good morning! I remember you. You are the lady from yesterday, Freen Chankimha. I'm supposed to give you your access badge to the last floor of the building." She reaches from under the huge desk and hands Freen a rectangular card with her name and the picture from her CV. "Here you go!"