Clumsy Is My Middle Name!!!

Chapter Nineteen

Updated on: 15th Mar' 20

Chapter Nineteen - Being Named As A Charity.

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GRACE'S POV

After he summoned me into his cabin, I immediately left my office and knocked on his door and he permitted. He was sitting there with all his glory, taking a call. I stood there waiting for him to finish his call.

Finally, it ended and I felt it was some never-ending call that he took. I didn't utter a word against anything considering he was my boss. Also, he looked angry.

"Miss Duncan, you're supposed to come from that door, without knocking because when I call you I need you like in a second! Do you get that?!" He yelled at me and I just nodded.

I wasn't used to his strict behavior or attitude. When I met him, he was cocky and flirty but not this rude and merciless guy.

I had to gulp down and not feel bad or let tears fall from my eyes. He was my boss. I had to keep remembering that and also, that we can't be friends anymore. It would be just a professional relationship, that we'd have.

"I didn't hear from you, Miss Duncan." He said with a loud voice and banged the table with his hand. I shrieked.

"Yes, sir. I'll come through that door without knocking in a second, not even wasting a moment. I'll remember." I said immediately and he breathed heavily. He looked up at me and then asked to take a note.

"That's an address, for a shop. It's my friends' boutique where you will go and shop some clothes for the office and maybe even for home if you want. And the bill's on me, so don't you worry about the money. Just take what you want." He said and at that moment he couldn't have made me feel anymore cheap.

I swiftly put the note safely in my pocket and smiled at him and felt tears prickle my eyes and wanting to fall, but I didn't let them fall. I gave him a sweet smile, even though it killed me inside.

"Do you want me to go and get it now, sir?" I asked him, suppressing all my feelings. He looked confused.

"Get me my coffee first." He said as he looked at his computer and started working. I gulped down.

I didn't want to back down from any of his torture. For once in my life, I felt this challenging, like he was testing me how hard I could be. I turned back and took two steps but again turned back to him. He looked up confused.

"Thank you for the address, sir. But, I'd like to pay on my own. I don't need charity." Those were my last words to him as I left for my cabin...through the door he asked me to use.

As soon as I shut the door, the tears that I was holding back fell tremendously. I let them flow. No one had been this rude to me, ever in my life. In my life, I always wanted to spread happiness and receive it back and I did, but he was an exception.

I got up and wiped away my tears or any proof that I shred them. I stood up and made him a coffee, that I liked but without a hint of sugar. Just like he was being. And took it to his cabin, after I knocking and him permitting me.

"Why isn't there any sugar?" He asked as he sipped the coffee. He made an unusual face which gave the clear image that he drank coffee with sugar.

"Considering your very bitter tongue, I didn't think you were a coffee with sugar person. Excuse me." I excused before he said anything else. He had to know how hurting his earlier words were.

I rushed to my cabin and then down the private elevator. I didn't care if I wasn't supposed to take the private elevator. I got down and immediately walked to the bus stop and luckily caught the bus to where I know where I'd find my happiness.