IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

~**~Chapter 19~**~

~**~Chapter 19~**~

The next morning, Arabelle came to work on a mission. She didn’t even bother with the pleasantries anymore. She knocked on Dahveed’s office door and she went in after a bored “come in”. She found him looking through the window, legs wide apart and shoulders stiff as a cutting board.

“Sir, I want to resign,” she said. He didn’t even twitch. “It wouldn’t be right for me to work here now.” She pulled the letter out of her satchel and placed it on his desk. “My resignation letter.” She’d typed that letter the day after she bumped uglies with the boss. The company had rules and she obeyed rules. She was not one to support special treatment.

“I accept your resignation letter,” he said in a cold chilling voice that had her cringing. “But according to the contract you signed, you’ll have to give a three weeks’ notice. 21 days, 18 working days to be precise.” He clarified. Arabelle knew that but there must be an exception because surely he didn’t want her around after what she’d supposedly done.

“I know that. But in these circumstances, I mean with everything between us…”

“There is nothing between us.” He spat with so much venom. “You and I are boss and employee, nothing else.” Arabelle understood more than what was being said. Everything they’d been through meant nothing to him—and that hurt more than she’d imagined.

“Steve?” Dahveed suddenly called out. Steven was the company’s janitor who seemed to be running late.

“Yes sir?” Steve appeared faster than lightning.

“Pick up those flowers,” he said pointing at the fresh white lilies on the corner of his desk. “And throw them away. There should never enter my office ever again.” His voice was full of malice and disgust. But it would be a cold day in hell before Arabelle showed how that little gesture hurt her. Those flowers were her favorite and he’d contracted the nearest florist to deliver them every morning, and now he wished to see them in the trash can.

“But you said that you loved these flowers?” Steve questioned.

“I used to. Not anymore. I can’t even tolerate them a second longer. Steve picked them up and made a beeline for it because even he could tell that the dragon was back full on.

“Wait!” Dahveed called out to him. He still hadn’t turned from the window. “Don’t just throw them away. Go look for a public trash, the dirtiest one. Crush them before you bury them.” He spat out in the same chilling tone. Arabelle swallowed and turned to leave but his tone stopped her.

“We have an inauguration party to attend and then a brunch after. Be there on time Miss Faraja. Not even a minute late. LEAVE.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. He couldn’t stand her a minute longer just as he couldn’t her flowers, so he kicked her out.

Messina and Deramo couture was inaugurating a music studio in the name of Dahveed. Everyone knew that land was a property of an orphanage, but somehow Daniel gathered all the needed signatures to make it his.

Daniel gave a chest humping speech at the inauguaration; Logan nodded like the fool he was, while Patricia flashed her blinding teeth at the camera as the press went mad. Everyone who was anyone was there, well except Arabelle who was forced to be there. People were milling around having a good time when Arabelle heard that chilling voice again.

“Miss Arabelle!” she’d pasted on a fake smile, smiling at people as if she was having the time of her life. She slipped the guarded mask on before turning and looking at her boss levelly.

“Four cocktails on my table. Quick.” He barked. Arabelle nodded. She signaled the nearest waiter and gave the boss’ order.

“I asked you to serve. I could’ve called the waiter myself.”