CHAPTER 3

𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

The huge glass door pave way slowly revealing Jasmine. She had knocked earlier and was ushered in. She took slow strides towards his table with her head down. 

She has never seen the boss nor entered his office. The first time she saw him was at the reception, where she works. She has to be in her best behavior, so she won't loose her job. 

"Good morning sir". She greeted with a slight bow and he nod. 

He stared at her for some minutes while her heartbeats increased with so many questions lingering in her head. 

"What's your name?". He finally asked. 

"Jasmine". She replied fearfully. 

"Do I look like a fierce animal? Or is there any weapon here with me?". He asked and she shook her head sideways. 

"Tell me about yourself". He demanded. 

Right from when he entered the building, he recognized her to be the girl from the bar and he summoned her presence in his office for some certain reasons. 

She stood like a psycho wondering where to start from. She scratched her hair furiously while he took note of every of her movement. 

"Were you at the bar last night?". He suddenly asked and she froze.

"How did he know? Was he also present? Will he get me fired if I tell him the truth?". She wondered roaming her eyes around.

She really wants to forget what happened last night when she couldn't remember the person's face but here is her boss questioning her about it.

"No sir". She replied and he raised a brow. 

"Really?". He asked again and she nod. 

"Nothing happened right?". He asked.

"He didn't see that or did he? God! Why is he asking me this embarrassing questions? I don't want to loose my job". She cried inwardly

"Leave!". He muttered leaning his back on his chair with his eyes closed. 

She bow slightly before running out of his office, she got outside and released the breath she never knew she was holding. 

She raised her head only to see all the workers eyes on that floor piercing her skin. She maintained good posture and left avoiding their gaze. 

☆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

Davis came in almost immediately Jasmine left, Tristan with his eyes closed sighed deeply. 

"Boss". Davis called to notify him of him presence. 

"That girl! Gather every information about her before the close of today". Tristan ordered with his eyes shut. 

"On it boss". Davis said and walked out of his office.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Jasmine returned to the reception and they flooded her table grinning. She picked a book and covered her head with it to avoid silly questions from her co-workers. 

"Did you guys do anything fun". The fourth lady asked and that made her drop the book. 

"Really? Is that what you have left in your brain? If he had proposed that to you, would you give in?". Jasmine asked almost yelling. 

"Why not? He looks so hot to take anywhere". The fourth replied shamelessly. 

"You're unbelievable!". Jasmine snapped before taking her seat. 

The rest of them threw many questions at her but none of their questions did she reply. She has her own problems to solve and answering them is a very stupid thing to do. 

☆ 5𝐏𝐌

Jasmine stretched and yawned tiredly as she arranged her table. She picked up her bag and left without saying a word to any of them to so as to avoid their silly questions. 

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

Davis rushed in with a blue file and met him standing before the glass staring at nothing in particular with his hands in his pocket. 

One could get a clearer view of the surroundings from that spot and various light from different buildings made the street very colorful. 

"What took you so long?". Tristan finally asked without turning to look at him even though curiosity is eating him deep. 

"I'm sorry boss". Davis replied scooting closer to him. 

"Here is her details". Davis said handing him the file before leaving the office. 

Tristan hurriedly opened it to feed his eyes with it scaling through every page. He smirked and walked out with the file. 

☆ 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐙'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

Jasmine got home pretty late, she jammed a huge traffic while returning and that gave her stepmum reasons to nag at her. 

"The last time I checked, work ends 5pm". Her stepmum fired. 

"There was a terrible traffic while returning". Jasmine replied in a soft tone. 

"To whom does that explanation concerns?" She yelled but Jasmine said nothing. 

"Who do you leave the night meals for? This is your f**king responsibility!! How many times do I have to tell you that!!!!!!". She screamed on the top of her voice. 

"But there are maids in the......"

She was cut short when her step mum landed a resounding slap on her face. She staggered backwards holding her face tight. She winced in pain as the slap stung her. 

"The maids has nothing to do here. This should be the last time I'd remind you of your f**king duties!! Poor thing!!!". She spat and stormed upstairs. 

Jasmine dropped her bag and scurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the whole family. 

☆ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

The Gomez sat round the dining table with Jasmine who worked her ass out. The doorbell rang and a maid rushed to open the door. 

"Who is there?". Mr Gomez asked.

"He is from the Zachary's family". The maid said and their so called daughter, Jasmine's stepsister adjusted on the chair dolling her face with her hand. 

"What are you waiting for? Let him in". Mr Gomez ordered and they all stood to their feet while Tristan stepped in looking breathtaking as usual.   

He ran his eyes around the sitting room hoping to catch a glimpse of Jasmine. Mr Gomez walked up to him and they exchanged pleasantries not excluding Mrs Gomez. 

"Do join us for dinner". Mr Gomez offered but he waved it off. 

"I'm in a hurry, I'm here for your daughter". Tristan said and Jasmine's stepsister, Cassandra blushed adjusting her skirt. 

"Oh! Here she is". Mr Gomez said pointing at Cassandra. 

He turned and met Cassandra smiling at him and he felt disgusted just by her smile. 

"Not this one". Tristan said and her face fell. 

"Honey, do we have another daughter asides her?". Mrs Gomez asked. 

"This is the only daughter we have Mr Zachary". Mr Gomez said. 

"Just what I was expecting". He said inwardly with a smirk plastered on his face. 

Jasmine was done in the kitchen, she wiped off the bids of sweat on her face and walked out of the kitchen with her food in her hands. 

She took few spoons on her way out, she froze when she heard a familiar voice. She looked up and beheld her boss staring at her. 

She coughed lightly hiding her food behind her as she stylishly looked away, feeling so nervous. Curiosity has taken over her completely as she wondered what he came for. 

"I'm here for her and I'm returning with her". Tristan said pointing at Jasmine who raised her head sharply.