Cinderella Who

Chapter Forty-two

"He sure is a weird guy." I heard Damien say, eyeing all the gifts I got from Asher. They're all neatly placed on my desk, I could open a Valentine's Day souvenir shop.

I turned to him and said, "I love him, so it's fine with me."

"Love is so blind that it's sickening." He said, shaking his head in utter disgust. He spun the office chair he's sitting on, silently annoying another intern behind him who shot him his daggers.

He was completely oblivious as he sucked on a lollipop, enjoying his leisure time here in the office. It's somewhat pity for me, but we both pitied each other so it's fair. I said, "I wonder how long Krett can take this."

Damien scrunched his eyebrows and thought for awhile. He said, "I think he'll just think that this is some kind of lovesick reconciliation, but I'm pretty sure he'd get annoyed after watching your man walk through the doors with all sorts of gifts on the CCTV screen."

He meant all sorts of sappy, cliché presents. I got roses, chocolates, teddy bears, key chains, postcards, tampons (like seriously?!), pens, pencils, e-mails, romance movie DVDs, and so much more. I told him, "I don't think this is working, who the heck fires an employee for having a such lovely boyfriend?"

"The word 'boyfriend' itself has hidden meanings, my friend." He told me, nodding his head like he's right. "He's Krett's rival, they both despise each other, and you're a perfect tool to annihilate Asher."

"I don't think we should call him by his surname, got any ideas?" I said, drifting off the the topic for a moment. His finger tapped on his chin, he was deep in thought. He said, "Mastermind."

"Nemesis." I suggested, possibly offending him slightly because he pressed his lips into a grim line. "Accept it, your nicknaming is just bad."

"Whatever, I think I need to google ways how to get one fired without screwing personal records." He said, pushing me aside and started typing words into the search box. I crossed my arms and let out a sigh.

I stared at bursted–open door, the manager came trotting in in such a hurry and distress. I cocked an eyebrow as the others stared at him in confusion. He was breathless for a moment and said, "Pack your bags, pronto!"

'What' and 'This is crazy' echoed throughout the room, but the hardened gazes remained at the manager. He said, "We're going to New York!"

Was this an internship or what? What kind of internship went to NYC? I dropped my jaw as I saw Damien tilting his head up from the screen for a second. He said, "It's definitely nemesis' plan."

"For what exactly?" I asked him.

"First step, approach." He said, his fingers pressing on the keyboard keys.

"Second step, examination." He said again, staring sternly at the screen.

"Third step, seclusion." He finally said, lifting his arms up in exasperation. I eyed the screen of the computer, surprised by the result he searched for.

GK's Heir Caught in a Scandal with DW's Girl!

"How–how did you find it?" I asked him, because I was literally surprised. I couldn't find a single thing and he had found it in a few minutes.

He didn't answer, but he just scrolled down the screen. He read, "According to witnesses, Krett took the opportunity giving a trip to the interns, which internship Anna Stacey took, to the city of New York. A few bystanders watched both of them entering a hotel together and she went out the next day wearing the same clothes."