His Life |Sequel To His Assistant|

Chapter Ten.

|Jasmine|

"Alright kids, Have a good day. Ashton will pick you up from school. Okay?" They nodded.

"Bye mommy." Chrystal kissed my cheek.

"Bye mama." CJ kissed my cheek.

"Bye babies." I yelled after them.

I went back upstairs and slept for a little while longer.

After getting some more rest, I got up and got dressed.

I soon headed down to the office.

After a long day of work, I was soon about to go home.

"Hey boss." Marcel knocked at my door. "We're heading out tonight, wanna come?"

I shook my head.

"Hey. Come in. I need to talk to you." I said.

He walked in and sat across from me.

"Wassup?"

"Mm. We need to draw some boundaries."

He chuckled. "Okay?"

"For my birthday, I was sent some grey goose. The bartender told me a guy by the last name of Milan sent them. A few days ago, you gave me some flowers. Yesterday you brought me food... to my house? What's going on?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Nice gestures. That's all."

I nodded.

"I understand but let's get this established. We're friends. Nothing more, nothing less."

He clenched he jaw.

"Alright. Nothing more, nothing less." He slightly smiled.

He got up and walked out.

I gathered my belongings and prepared to go home.

I walked out to the garage. I stopped in my tracks feeling like someone was trailing behind me.

I looked around but didn't see anyone.

I shrugged and continued to walk to my car.

I noticed something sitting under the windshield wipers.

It was a white rose.

I grabbed it and quickly hopped in.

I sped off and called the security office of the garage.

"Hey Mrs. August?"

"Hey Robert, um can you pull the garage camera surveillance and send it to me? Please?"

"Sure."

"Thank you, Rob."

"Sure thing, Mrs. August."

I hung up and headed home.

When I got there, I told the gate security to make sure no one was to come in.

When I got in, I checked my email. It was the surveillance.

I watched it but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

I sighed. I was kind of scared. Who could of left a white rose on my windshield?

A few weeks went by..

Marcel hadn't been to work ever since that one night I told him we were just friends.

I was kind of worried about him.

I decided to call him.

... He never answered.

Something was wrong.