The Substitute.

chapter four

Not edited.

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That night I lay in my bed, wide awake. I'd given up trying to sleep about twenty minutes ago. I turned to my right side, facing the window and I thought of Damien. What did he want to talk to me about? Fingers crossed it would be nothing bad, like firing me for one. But he wouldn't have wasted gas bringing me home if that were the case, right?

I blew out a breath and tucked the stray strands of the loose ponytail I wore to bed behind my ear. I tossed my pillow to the foot of the bed and sat up. My eyes widened when the digits on my alarm clock said it was nearly eleven.

I eyed my phone on the nightstand and grabbed it. I hesitated slightly before typing Damien's name into the search engine. My eyebrows almost struck my hairline as I read all about Damien, the first and only son of billionaire Travis Wright.

Then the images that followed made my jaw drop, all of them were of Damien and different women and he wasn't smiling in a single one. I scoffed at that, typical Damien Wright.

I clicked on one of him and a busty blonde and another with an Asian redhead. I looked down at my own double Cs, i had nothing on her and oddly enough i was twice her size or more. A chuckle escaped my lips, like he could leave such babes and go for me.

Crawling back into bed, I dropped my phone back onto the nightstand and fell asleep immediately. What didn't surprise me was when I dreamt of Damien that night after all I was starting to think about him more than Macy thought about her hair and that was saying something.

When I woke up, the following morning, it was six thirty and I felt like I'd fallen asleep five minutes ago. A yawn escaped me as I reached for my phone, for nothing in particular just reflex. I paused mid yawn when I saw a missed call from Macy. Oh shoot!

I rubbed at my eyes before looking back at the screen, she had called almost immediately after I'd fallen asleep. I sighed and contemplated calling her back now or later. Later. With another sigh, I dragged my feet to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I emerged fresh from a shower, my skin still a little warm from the water and my breath no longer smelling like skunk. I walked to my closet and got out the first thing I saw, a navy blue pencil skirt and a light pink ruffled top.

There was enough time to have a real breakfast so I made myself a cup of coffee, made some waffles and sausages. I rushed to the bathroom when I was done to wipe at a small coffee stain on my shirt and also applied a thin layer of lipstick.

As I reversed out of the building parking less than ten minutes later, I felt satisfied and ready for whatever outrageous requests Damien had for me today. Thankfully, traffic was light so it was nearly seven forty five when I entered the parking lot at Wright inc, a whooping twenty minutes early.

I walked to the door swiftly in my comfortable flats and headed for the entrance.  I smirked smugly because surely today, Damien's usual 'you're late' was totally unapplicable. He probably wasn't even here yet.

My steps faltered as i got nearer though. My eyes narrowed, huh, I could swear the two humongous guys in security uniform hadn't been there yesterday or the day before that. I rearranged my features in an innocent smile and tried to pretend the amount of muscle on display wasn't intimidating.

"Good morning," I said as kindly as possible. I felt the need to considering the fact that their huge frames coincidentally blocked the entrance. No reply. My eyebrow shot up, rude much. I cleared my throat noisily.

The darker one turned to me and I winced as his black gaze met mine. "We are gonna have to see some ID, miss."

I froze and grimaced, wondering how to explain my situation into words without sounding a little crazy. My lips stretched into a thin smile. " Um. I uh I don't actually have an ID." The moment those words left my mouth, I knew it was a mistake.