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Chapter 14

"Okay, okay stop! ouch! my arm... Ken stop... hey! I guess I just dislocated my limbs. Let me go Ken. No, Cassie! don't... I would just... Would you just-" I whined, digging my flats to adjust to the marble and prevent me from going forward.

Ken grasped me by my forearms and continued pulling me. I was in a very comical position with my back slouched ahead, my legs jamming the floor and my arms being pulled by Ken whereas Cassie was pushing me from the other side.

It wasn't that hard of an act, I was petite and Ken was well, strong. He easily towed me ahead without much of the strength and the help from Cassie did a plus to his attempts.

"Come on Smurf! Stop whining like a baby. Would you? I guess we've already established that you're coming with us." he said,  grasping both of my hands in his giant ones.

"And when exactly did you let me take time to even answer to the proposal?" I hissed, glaring at him. I tried pulling away myself from his grasp. But he is very strong, I'll give him that.

They dragged me all the way to Ken's car and strapped me in, going as far as enabling the child's lock to keep me from exiting. Mature, real mature.

Now you ask me what is happening. Well, Ken and Cassie had been nagging me for the past weekend to not quit the job and have even been considerate enough to let me have a chance to think about it. To say that allowing me to think was just a mere formality would be a huge understatement.

Yesterday, on Sunday I called Ken and told him that my answer was still no and I had thought about it but couldn't bring myself to think about wanting to continue, along with considering the pros and cons. Well, it seemed like Ken wasn't ready to take no as an answer when he and Cassie harassed my cell phone calling and texting all evening.

Past midnight, the buzz died, the frequency of the calls and texts reduced to half their amount, giving me the illusion that they probably have given up and wouldn't proceed with pressurizing me to keep the job. But no, I couldn't have been more wrong.

From the break of dawn, I have these two morons banging against my door, scaring the poop out of both my neighbors and I. They had a sit-in planned outside my door and had claimed and if I don't go with them, they'll continue sitting outside.

Cassie forcefully got me changed into my office attire and pushed me out of the gate and here I am in the car with the two idiots who are very persistent and heck-bent in taking me to the office

I huffed and rolled my eyes, slumping against my seat. I ignored the two who were trying to have a conversation with me. I just sat back and thought through all I was meant to do at the office. I decided to hand over an official and formal resignation in black and white for my proper departure.

I don't even know why am I going to such extremes of not wanting to work in 'The White GOI'. It's not like I hate the place or have gone through something to make it a venue of dislike. Heck, I'm not even upset with Ken or Cassie anymore, its just that there is somebody who is associated with it and that somebody is making me anxious and restless. I don't know if I am comfortable in wanting to feel that day. And that somebody is well, the CEO himself.

I am conflicted, on one side I just want to go away and continue somewhere else but on the other hand, the thought of staying away from him is bringing an uneasy wave in me.

Oh God why? I barely know him. He's just a CEO, a human who I hadn't known for too long. Then why does it feel weird, like I've been knowing him for ages and want to be with him for longer. Why does it feel like that there is a connection, a pull that pulls me towards him even if I don't entertain it.