For Your Heart

Chapter 8

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Waking up the next day, I was hit with regret not only had I came onto my boss, but I had done so using the only reason he had not to seduce me. Pulling the cover over my face, I sighed, closing my eyes taking in the horrifying day ahead of me. Tristan voice was muffled but came thru the cover, "The biggest regret you would've had was not going at all".   That didn't mean a single part of me excited to go to work today, except the part that wanted to make a paycheck and not surprisingly I managed to get up, and get ready, but at a much more leisurely pace. Brushing my teeth I decided Tristan was right at least I had done it, it was over.

Going to work, I dragged myself to his office and dropped of his coffee, before sitting down at my desk, laying back in my chair, I took a couple deep breaths before I got to work, checking his calendar. I smiled as soon as I saw he wouldn't be in the office till almost noon, which gave me time to go to lunch and avoid  him for a whole another hour, I could use that time to really regroup. It happened that alone made me anxious as I headed back into the office at one.

"Tally, have you seen Mr.Abello?"Asked Eve as soon as I entered the building. 'The office" I said, looking at the time. She sighed, "He's not here, and Mr. Corta is in his office". I gripped onto her, "What?" "Yeah, he's terrifying" she said looking around. Stepping closer whispering in my ear, "I heard  that he rapped his own wife". I stepped back looking her in her eyes. His own wife... just think what he would do to someone he didn't like. "That's why the only have  one child, because ever since she has avoided him"...I think back to how she had been trapped in the bathroom with him, he wouldn't... not with her son right there. Would he? I suddenly felt extremely worried for the women.

"What are you going to do?" she asked. "Take a hour lunch" I say, turning on my heel to leave, I would not sit up there with that....thing. He wasn't even human. He was a monster.

Walking quick steps with my head down so no one noticed me leaving, I stopped short just as, Mr. Abello entered the building. Turning on my heel I almost ran to the elevators stabbing the buttons hard, I could not be stuck on the elevator with him. That would be the most....something ride of my life, for I could neither confirm or deny what happened yesterday, and not being confronted would be the best. Looking over my shoulder, I could not exit this building without him noticing, so I ran towards the stairs, I ran up to the third floor. Deciding that I had given him plenty of time to pass me and now I wouldn't have to see him going into his office which worked both ways for me.

Huffing, I waited for the elevator, "Run a triton?" The voice startled Mr. making me jump and smile politely to him. "Three flights of stairs" I explained. "Good thing we don't have a elevators on the second floor. Whew, every day" he said. "Shut it" I said finally catching my breath, straightening myself. Ryan laughed holding out a cup of water, "You must be running errands". Looking around, I sipped the water "Last time I checked accounting was on the fifth floor". "Well" he said just as the elevator opened. "Coming?" I asked stepping in the empty elevator. He shook his head, "See you around". He waved as the doors closed, and I leaned back on the railing drinking water, grateful to him for it.

Stepping off, I'm greeted by both, Mr.Corta and Mr. Abello, the scorn on Mr. Corta was scorching, and the unreadable one on Mr. Abello gave me chills for a second, I thought it was just Mr. Corta, but it must run in the family to make people feel small and unimportant in a single glance.

Mr. Corta brushed pass me getting on the elevator, as cold as a block of ice. Mr. Abello looked at me silently, "I left some forms on your desk". Side stepping me so we didn't touch. It stung and for a moment I remembered this is what I wanted. For him to treat me as an employ. The rest of me didn't like it, the part of me that was a women that had been surprised and slightly taken back and hurt. It hurt me how casually he could walk pass me.