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"Did you hear about Mr. Howard's scandal video?"

"Isn't he married?" 

"Is it true that bosses are required to have affairs with their secretaries? Eww, that's disgusting."

"What if Mr. Silvenia treats Ms. Formosus in the same way? It's not impossible tho."

When I said, "It's impossible, and that will never happen to us," the employees who were talking at my front jumped out of their skin.

They walked into the pantry as soon as they finished their coffee. I put the coffee in the coffee maker, but I think I've come up with a better solution.

"Did you hear about Mr. Howard's affair with his secretary?" Mr. Jaxon asked as I entered his office.

"Yes, that's the hot tea that had previously spilled in the pantry. In any case, here's your—"

"Oh no, Ms. Formosus!"

When I pranked him with the coffee slipping on my hands, he almost tripped and I burst out laughing.

"It's hilarious if you can see my reaction!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"Do you find this hilarious?" He inquired as he adjusted his suit and sat as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not laughing, if it's not," I answered sarcastically while getting my laptop and walked to my office. I can hear his irritated grunt, which makes me even happy and satisfied.

I was working on my own business when I noticed that someone was staring at me once more. Nothing suspicious was found in my office when I looked around.

When the phone suddenly rang, I was about to leave my office.

"Hello?"

[How are you, Ms. Formosus?]

"Mr. Klein, don't worry, I'm fine now. Thank you for contacting me."

[That's wonderful to hear. Anyway, could we meet at Dianne's Café on Friday? [I'd like to say something to you.]

"I'm not sure, but if I'm free on that day, I'll contact you."

We talked about a few more minor details before he hung up. My phone rang while I was still holding the doorknob.

"Yes?"

[Come here to the conference room; we need to discuss something with the board.]

Mr. Jaxon hung up as he finished his words. While I'm walking, my brows are furrowed.

What happened for him to call an emergency meeting?

I entered the conference room but it was empty. I walked around but I didn't see anybody here except for myself.

"I'm here in the conference room but no one's here," I said when Mr. Jaxon already picked up the phone.

[Something is waiting for you there. Open the box under the center table.] 

I slowly walked near the center table and got the brown box placed there. It's kinda heavy. I placed the box on the top of the table and ran to the door as I opened it, but the door was locked.

"Get me out of here!"

I was crying and trying to open the door. I'm shifting my gaze back and forth between the snake and the table.

I'm not sure what kind of snake that is, but I'm afraid of snakes. I feel like I'm out of breath.

"Aahhhh!" When it started crawling to my feet, I screamed. I dashed to the other door, but it chased me down.

I sat down on my knees and cried, accepting the fact that I would die here.

When someone opened the door, I looked up to see him walk straight to the snake and return it to its box.

Without hesitation, I stood up and slapped him hard across the face.

"Fuck you!"

I left him there and dashed to the nearest restroom to wash my face. Samantha, the ex-girlfriend of the man who nearly killed me, walked in and was surprised to see me.

"What happened, exactly? What made you cry? "She queried as she assisted me in removing my mascara. I sighed and shook my head, then used a face towel to dry my face.

"Someone just scared the living daylights out of me," I said solemnly.

"Who?"

"Don't worry, he'll get his karma later. Anyway, how's your little one doing?" I inquired, my gaze falling on her stomach. She smiled as she rubbed it.

"I recall what you and your friends told me previously. You are correct; I will not allow my child to live a life as unhappy as mine. I'll do my best to be the best mother I can for her."

I smiled as I touched her shoulders.

"It was a wise decision. Please let me know if you require any assistance, okay? I'll go ahead now, see you around." 

She thanked me and gave me a nod. I wiped away my smile and returned to my office, where I sat in my swivel chair, pondering how I could be his karma.

I get my schedule notebook out, and there's a meeting on Thursday about the Devonix model's final launch.

I sent an email to all of the influencers who agreed to promote the product. When everything goes according to plan, I get a big smile.

I finished my work and decided to browse on my laptop; however, the Morelli's brand came to mind when I remembered the endorsement.

"How do they feel about the model?" While scrolling down, I asked myself this question.

I smirked when the feedback of the product is not that good. 

'This is the worst model of the Morelli' s, give my money back😡😡😡'

'It could've been better if you didn't add the filter feature in every apps, it almost deleted my all files! The fuck!!!!' 

'What happened to you? This is not like your previous models. Silvenia's model suck but I think their model now will be better than yours.' 

Morelli has received thousands of comments, and this is just a small sample of them. I leaned in while smirking, which was to be expected, but I'm still pleased with myself.

"The most successful feeling came from dirty play."

When someone entered, I was resting my head. She strewn a slew of papers across my work surface.

"Mr. Wade explained that he required a summary of each plan. Once you've finished, just drop it on designing prod." She walked away after saying something.

When I saw the other stack of papers on the floor, I was about to begin working. It's the same as if you'd just purchased new bond papers. Oh, my goodness! 

Rather than complaining, I got to work on it and did my best to complete it before three o'clock.

"Argh, my head is about to explode!"

To relieve the pain, I took my effective oil and rubbed it on my temple. I bowed down at my table to rest for a while as the words were slowly drowning and killing me.

"Who said you could sleep while you're working?" Mr. Jaxon inquired as he tossed a four-page bond paper.

"After scaring the hell out of me, who told you to torture me in paperwork?" I responded with a question.

He said, as he scrolled his eyes,"Whatever the hell. Study that script for Thursday; we need to persuade them even more to endorse our product."

"Just make sure you're not going to be late," I said, and he came to a halt.

As he faced me, he asked, "What do you mean?"

I gave him a friendly smile and fidgeted with my pen.

"Nothing. I just have a feeling you'll be late on that particular day." I shrugged and went about my business. He walked out of the office with a puzzled expression on his face.

I was in the middle of writing when I got an e-mail. I put down my pen and looked around to see who it could be.

'Why are you always meddling in our affairs? Since the first time you messed with us, I should've killed you.'

While reading the e-mail, my brow furrowed. I don't recall ever interfering with another person's affairs.

'Who are you?' I responded.

'I'm not going to introduce myself in this manner. I'll give you an exciting introduction.'

When he or she sent me another e-mail, I was about to type my response.

'By the way, in your blue pencil cut dress, you look sexy.'

I got to my feet and took a look around my office. My heart began to race, and my hands began to shake. I trembled as I looked at my phone again and typed my response.

'Who the fuck are you?!'

'Didn't I say I wasn't going to introduce myself here?'

'How did you figure out what I'm wearing now?'

'Right now, I'm literally watching your every move and glance.'

To calm myself, I closed all the curtains, sat back down at my table, and drank a lot of water.

I took a few deep breaths and massaged my chest to calm my heart before closing my eyes and attempting to forget what the anonymous sender had sent.

I finished the papers and delivered them to the design department. My knees weakened as I walked, and my body collapsed in the middle of the corridor.

"Are you all right, Selena?" Haru appeared in front of me, assisting me in standing up and attempting to seat me on a bench near us.

"Earlier, someone sent me a death threat," I began, catching my breath. A cold sweat began to form on my hands and forehead.

"Hey, take it easy. Okay, you'll be fine. Don't worry, I'm here to help," He hugged me to calm me down, but Kassandra's voice rang in my ears.

I stated, "This is something I need to bring to the design studio. I have to leave." I shifted my weight away from him in order to retrieve the papers that I had dropped earlier.

"Are you all right, Ms. Selena? You appear to be exhausted," Hassy asked, but I simply nodded and pointed to the papers I'd completed.

"Please inform Wade that I'm finished with this and am returning to my office."

She wanted to say something to me, but I had already turned away from her and stumbled into my office.

I stopped in the hallway side of the building and read another e-mail notification on my phone.

'Why do you look so terrified, Selena? Did I really scare you?'

'All you have to do is tell me what you want me to do!' 'Please leave me alone!'

'No, you're a great playmate. I'd like to spend more time with you.'

His message went unanswered by me. I collapse on the couch and close my eyes. My hands are still trembling, and the words from that e-mail have never left my mind.

"Hello?" My phone rang, and I answered it.

[Someone sent you a gift here, Selena.] On the other end of the line, Hax said.

"Who did you get it from?"

[I'm not sure what this note means, but it says: You should've thought of yourself first.]

"Did you open the present yet?"

[No, we're waiting for you to return.]

"All right, just put it in my room."

I put the phone down and stood up to read the script that Mr. Jaxon had given me earlier. I'm trying to concentrate on the script, but the messages are still bothering me.

"Leave me alone," I grunt, pulling my hair in the hopes of stopping my overthinking.

I tried playing games, listening to music, and concentrating on the script, but none of these things helped.

What am I supposed to do now?

This is the first time I've ever received death threats, along with constant surveillance of my every move.

What did I do to them to make them so enraged? I had no idea who they were.

I sat back in my chair, cleaning my mind to clear my mind of all the stress, but another stress entered my office.

"You're a complete slug. Now is the time to get up and clean my office's bookshelf "As he tossed an unused cloth in my face, Mr. Jaxon said.

"I am not your maid; I am your secretary."

"Get up now, you're now my maid."

I almost threw the folders on my desk at him as he walked out of my office.