After Calla finally recovered, she threw herself back into her busy work routine. Just like that, two months quickly went by.With the arrival of early summer, the men started wearing short-sleeved shirts, while the women donned light dresses.One afternoon, just before the end of the workday, Calla received a message on WhatsApp."Ms. Sherman, would you be available for dinner tonight?" The message was from Pierre. Seeing it, Calla furrowed her brows slightly.Since that day, he had seldom sought her out. Occasionally, he would bring some local specialties from Riverford when he visited Greendale. They had even shared a meal or two. And every ten days or so, he would send her a message on WhatsApp, mostly wishing her well on holidays or reminding her to take care of herself, just like any ordinary friend.Calla couldn't find a reason to refuse these gestures. After all, Pierre seemed like a good choice for a friend.She stared at the message for a few seconds before replying
"I wear a size L," Pierre replied with a slight smile. Calla was surprised, as she had expected him to at least pretend to refuse her offer."Alright, I'll send you some pictures on WhatsApp so you can choose the style," Calla said.In truth, she appreciated straightforward people. She found it tiresome when people were overly modest or hesitant."Then, I'll thank you in advance," Pierre responded generously.Calla smiled, and the two continued eating and chatting away.They talked about everything under the sun. To her surprise, Calla found herself enjoying the conversation with Pierre. In this city, there hadn't been anyone she could talk to so openly and comfortably.Her daily life was usually filled with busy, monotonous work, followed by cooking, eating, and sleeping alone. Life felt dull but peaceful, something that kept her calm and allowed her to avoid feeling overly anxious. She wanted to continue living this way for as long as possible.At around 9:00 pm, Pierre's Land
Still fuming, Calla hurried upstairs, pulled out her keys, and swiftly opened the door, intending to shut it as soon as she was inside. But just as she was about to close the door, the man's foot wedged its way in. Seeing that he was forcing his way in, Calla pressed against the door with all her might, trying to push him out.However, she underestimated his strength. With one powerful shove, Mercer forced the door open, sending Calla stumbling backward.Seeing him invade her space, Calla mustered her courage and shouted, "What do you want? If you don't leave, I'll scream!"Mercer calmly closed the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness. Calla was suddenly gripped by fear, and she took two steps back."Get out now! You're not welcome here! Do you hear me?" Calla's voice trembled with desperation.But the dark figure ignored her words completely.In the next moment, she saw the shadow lunging toward her. She turned and bolted further into the apartment, shrieking, "H
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Calla started to struggle. "Do you hear me?"She was pinned down by his iron grip. Facing him, she felt both mortified and furious because she was wearing a dress. "Mercer, you bastard, let go of me!" Calla was on the verge of breaking down.She couldn't take this kind of treatment from him. Just when she had managed to heal from the pain in her heart, why did he have to show up again? And now, without any explanation, he was trying to do the unthinkable. Just what did he take her for?Humiliated and furious, she wanted to fight back, but she didn't even have the chance. Her hands were pinned above her head, leaving her helpless and at his mercy."Mercer, you bastard! You'll die a miserable death. You're scum! I hate you! I'll hate you for the rest of my life!" Calla cried out in a voice full of anger and pain.Minutes passed, and her throat became hoarse. Finally, she gave up, her limbs going limp, and only her clear tears flowed down her cheek
The next day, Calla went to work with dark circles under her eyes."Didn't sleep well last night, Calla? Those dark circles aren't a joke." During a lull at work, Avery slid her chair over to Calla.Calla was still caught up in the nightmare from the previous day and was distracted at work today. Hearing her colleague, Avery's comment, she quickly touched her face and forced a smile. "I had a bout of insomnia last night.""You don't have a boyfriend, so why would you have insomnia?" The teasing was evident in Avery's smile."I couldn't sleep because I was worried about not having a boyfriend, okay?" Calla could only joke along with her.Avery propped her chin on her hand and glanced at the ceiling. She then looked around at the busy office, before leaning closer to Calla and whispering, "Mr. Garland from Riverford seems to be very attentive to you. He comes to see you often and even sends you things. I think he's interested in you!"Indeed, Pierre had picked her up twice at the c
Avery comforted Calla, saying, "Don't worry. Ms. Johanson may act a certain way, but she is broad-minded and isn't petty. She wouldn't be able to manage such a large operation otherwise. Just be yourself. "However, you should seize the opportunity; if you like Mr. Garland, then don't hold back and be happy with him. After all, he's a real catch. "If you can get him, you'll have financial security for life and won't have to work so hard anymore. But if you're not interested in him, stay away so that you're not used as cannon fodder!"Calla nodded after hearing Avery's words. She was already trying to keep her distance. It wasn't like she could completely cut ties, right?At that moment, Miriam walked in with a briefcase.Seeing Miriam, Calla quickly stood up. "Ms. Johanson?" Miriam paused and looked at Calla in surprise. "Do you need something?" "Oh, yes. The lease on my current apartment is about to expire. I'd like to move into the staff dormitory," Calla informed with a sm
Half an hour later, Calla, slightly out of breath, was on the 12th floor of Kaisier Grand Hotel with the document in her hands. Walking on the crimson embroidered carpet, Calla looked around, searching for Room 1288.Kaisier Grand Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in Greendale. The opulent decor on the 12th floor, where the VIP suites were located, further highlighted the exclusivity of the place.Calla had only heard about the luxury of this hotel before but had never seen it in person. She felt like she had stepped into a whole new world. The hallway was adorned with famous paintings, and at intervals, there were displays of antique pieces which significantly elevated the hotel's prestige.The corridor was long. After taking only a few steps, a young female attendant dressed in a crimson vest and a black pencil skirt approached her."Ms. Sherman from Miriam Accounting Firm?" The pretty young attendant flashed a polite smile, showing eight teeth exactly."Yes." Calla quickly nod
Calla knew she couldn't stay here any longer. She slammed the documents onto the coffee table and said, "Miriam asked me to deliver this to you. My task is done. Excuse me."She turned and grabbed her bag, wanting to leave. However, Mercer wasn't going to let her go that easily.As Calla felt a tight grip on her arm, she looked down to see his large hand holding onto her.A wave of panic surged through Calla, bringing back the bad memories from a few days ago. "Mercer, I'm warning you, don't do anything stupid, or I will call the police!" Calla warned him, her voice shaky.Mercer responded with a cold, menacing laugh, sending a chill through Calla's body. She stared at him with terrified eyes. After his laughter subsided, he reached out to touch her hair, but Calla quickly turned her head, avoiding his hand.Seeing the fear on her face, Mercer sneered. "Aren't you a tigress? You're always baring your teeth at me. What, are you scared now?""Let go of me!" Calla's voice shook, t