Clara POV"No Clara, don't act spooky," I told myself to back off.That he was still breathing gave me relief all over again.Perhaps he would wake up soon, and I would depart before he detected any movement on his part.The cold chattered my teeth. My body was hugged by my still-wet uniform. I had to take these clothes off before I became very sick. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, finding it drenched from earlier in the shower. When I tried to turn it on, it was unresponsive. Alright, yet another issue! I went to the restroom and got a towel. I then walked out of the room and into the laundry area. Typically, we send our visitors' stuff downstairs to the laundry area and they don't have washing machines or dryers in their suits, but this particular suit had almost everything.I felt a chilly airbrush over my skin as I undid my dress. I removed it and threw it in the clothes dryer. It would be dried and ready for me to wear again in a matter of minutes, I'm sure.All that was le
Clara's POVDerek placed the bucket on the ground next to him and gave me a furious look. He was still shirtless in his chest and wearing sweatpants.The first thing that struck me was that, thankfully, he was still alive. When it eventually dawned on me that I was half nude in his bed, I realised that I was not going to go to prison for helping to commit a murder. I could only imagine the multitude of ideas buzzing through his head. This time, I was screwed; there was no turning back. This is probably the point at which my life ends. I’m quite convinced we were going to wind up in prison after everything Waylen tried to keep 'us' out of there. Everything was going to come to light.His demeanour abruptly improved as he moved in closer and perched on the edge of the bed, appearing a little more composed."Are you going to explain everything that happened last night?" questioned the man. His gaze lingered on mine, waiting for a response.My heart felt like it was about to burst from
Clara's POV"You have to leave my hotel immediately. Women such as yourselves degrade other women." He went on."Please sir, you can't fire me?" I pleaded. "No, sweetheart I'm not firing you." He said. "I just want you to take some time off and never return." He said it in a caustic way.I thought I was out of the picture minutes ago, so this couldn't be happening. I now learn that I was losing my job in the worst way imaginable.My beseeching gaze on him simply made him more irate."I don't own a brothel. Please gather your belongings and leave the area. He went on."Please," I was able to mumble."Do you want to be dragged out of here by the security guards? Perhaps in that manner, the other universities you attend will witness your depravity." His voice was icy.Tears were flowing down my cheeks, and I couldn't decide which hurt more—that I had lost my job or that this was how he perceived me.Perhaps it was time for me to accept that I was lost and that there was nothing left for
Clara's POVOur front entrance and our little gate were both open. When I first entered the house, everything was in disarray: documents were scattered across the floor, the table was turned upside down, and the couch had been pushed to one side."Mom," I exclaimed. I went where the noises in the kitchen led.With a panicked voice, Mom said, "Clara, step back." Katy was standing behind her, tears welling up in her eyes.I spotted Dad at that point, looking around the kitchen wildly. His entire body shook, and he exuded restlessness and agitation. I saw the beads of sweat on his brow. This was terrible; he was going through withdrawals once more. This indicated that he was in a desperate situation and would stop at nothing to obtain money so that he could purchase booze.The drawers of every cupboard were ajar."Dad, what is going on here?" I said something.He halted his movement to look at me."Don't try to father me; I'm not your dad. Your mother is a whore who has no idea who y
Clara's POV"Where were you?" Marcus said again.My mind went blank: why was he searching for me? Wasn't my termination sufficient?"I was just ..." I said incoherently."What were you exactly? Seeking to take a day off? You let me down just when I thought you were the least pitiful worker I've ever had." He said. I was stunned and stood there. Did that imply that I had not been let go? And what about the entire Derek incident?"I want you to know that you may bid your job farewell if you don't show up tomorrow. Perhaps I ought to assign your work to someone who is more eager to complete it." He said. "Be there at eight a.m. sharp." He went on.Marcus had ended the call before I could muster the courage to inquire.I was still processing his statements ten minutes after we had spoken. Did he mean what he said? Would my job truly come back to me? Derek's reaction gave me a good idea that I wouldn't be getting my job back. Well, miracles do happen.******Getting out of bed this mornin
Clara's POV"Your boyfriend was here yesterday, and I allowed him in because he said he had a surprise for you. It wasn't easy getting him past all those guards, so you really owe me." He clarified.Ivy's mouth dropped open as the revelation struck both of us.Ivy snapped, "You idiot," and smacked the back of his head. "So you are the one who let him in, how could you?" She said, She was still slugging his arm."Come on, did I do something wrong." He talked while deflecting all of Ivy's smacks with a single hand."You-shouldn't-have-let-him-in," Ivy said, smacking him in his sentences."I see you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," said Jeremy. Raising from his chair, he fled from Ivy.Marcus came in, so I didn't have much time to get over my astonishment.Marcus said, "If not for the girl who forgot she had a job," as he walked up to our table.The other workers became terrified of him, and as they all walked to their stations, the room gradually began to empty."There has b
Clara's POVAs I inserted the garment into the machine, I nodded."If I were you, I would just exercise caution. You are aware of the tale of these wealthy elderly men, and you can never be certain of their intentions." She said,I said, "I'm sure he was just being polite."Marcus snapped his fingers and stepped in."Hurry up, what are the two of you still doing here?" He said.Marcus could hardly be avoided; he was there everywhere. There are moments when I feel like he's watching the monitor wherever we are all the time simply to make us feel bad."Maybe we wouldn't be so slow if there was someone for the laundry and we didn't have to clean up the guest's room and do laundry here," Ivy said."Excuse me?" Marcus said.Fortunately, Marcus was not in close proximity to us. Ivy swiftly took her words back."Nothing, boss," was her response.Marcus said, “Clara," and I stopped dead in my steps. "I need you to clean up Derek's room before he gets back once you are done with what you are d
Derek POVI massaged my neck softly as I sat back in my chair. This has been a stressful week, and I had another busy one. Everyone has only been able to provide justifications, and I cannot handle ineptitude.I thought about that girl from two nights ago again. I have no idea what occurred that night. I should have recalled her that night if I could recall anything. She was incredibly seductive and difficult to overlook.She was seeking my money, and she had failed at it. Therefore, I needed to stop thinking about her.Luke came to my door and knocked."Your mother phoned, sir. She responded, "You must bring a girl home; it's time to fulfil your half of the bargain." He said.I averted my gaze.I said, "Tell her I'm busy." "Also, let the architects know I want to view their restoration plans right now."Luke said, "Sir, they still have one more week to work on that project.""Alright, let them know that I'd want to view it by the end of the day.""Just to wrap up, Madison is ready. I