Gabriella POV
I was still in shock at what Warren did this afternoon.
What was his intentions?
Do I really trust him?
I must have spaced when my dad interupted my thoughts.
George: Honey? Are you ok?
"Yup daddy. Im ok. So how was your day with Angela?"
Angela is his nanny. I hired her to stay with us to look after him especially since Im working 2 jobs on most days.
Angela: He is surprisingly good today. He ate his vegetables and even went outside for fresh air.
George rolled his eyes.
Angela is sweet. She lost her husband in an accident too and she felt responsible to care for my father seeing that he couldnt do it for her husband. She had been my pillar of support for years since the accident. I owe her so much.
Tonight I dont have work. It is not my shift. I helped out at the cafe down town for their dinner shift about twice a week.
Im exhausted. After chatting with my father and Angela for a while, I took a long shower before heading to bed.
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Zach POV
I chucked my gun into the small safe Ive installed and double check my security system in the apartment.
All this time, my mind kept wandering to her. What happened with her?
I turned on my encrypted laptop and run a search on her.
My eyes scanned through the results.
Gabriella Maria Sanders
22 years old.
Parents accident, mother died and father has permanent immobility on his legs.
Younger brother in college.
Good grades in school.
Quit in the second year.
Work as a HR assistant and a waitress at a cafe.
Took several loans from the bank.
No criminal records.
I feel sad for her. So young and yet burdened with so much responsibilities.
But there was more to her. Something she hides.
I tried to hack onto the office security system. There are security cameras in the main office. I wanted to know what happened earlier.
I saw it. Im horrified. I run through the footages as far back as I could and my blood boiled.
She had been a victim of office bully. She was picked on every single day. Mostly by Stacy. Although the rest did play a part in it.
So that explains the post-its, the wet chair. I also saw that she was frantically looking at her wet bag and took out the phone. Apparently it couldnt turn on and that is when she left to go to the bathroom.
Damn!
All that had happened, she didnt retalliate. Not even once.
I have to do something. I cannot condone this and I cannot see her getting hurt over and over again.
I think I know what to do.
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Do you trust me?
Romance||Completed|| Gabriella Sanders, 22 years old, was cast to the bottom of the social circle at her work place just because they felt like it. She hated it but pressed on for the sake of her family. She is used to being picked on since high school. It...
