I still stood there, gasping for breath after that asshole’s attempt to strangle me, my heart racing with a mix of fear and rage.Mouths in the room had started mummering as the hefty hands of the security guards restrained Logan,who was still fumming with rage. Why the anger? I thought.Mo rushed to my side, her eyes wide with concern.“Are you alright?” She asked, trembling slightly. I nodded, trying to keep my breathing to be on point.“I think I'm okay, just shaken up.” I replied, my voice hoarse.Francesca, was looking pale and shaken herself, fiddling with her phone… What was she doing?Within minutes, uniformed officers arrived at the scene, their presence adding to the the gravity of the situation. The police immediately questioning everyone involved, gathering statements.It was my turn now…to give my side of the story. I recounted my version of the scene, explaining I was there for an interview with the dick head,,Logan, directed by Mason.Then he flamed up, claiming I assa
“Officer, she’s lying,” Francesca said at the top of her voice as she reached out to the police officer questioning me. What the hell did she mean by “I was lying”?I was saying the facts, I said exactly what had happened. I looked at her, it was more of a glare actually, almost seeing through.I shifted my gaze to the police questioning me. Come to think of it, this wasn’t a matter to be handled by the police. So why the hell was this happening? Fine, I knew I was wrong to have broken the vase, but he caused it. He ignored me and that was the only way I got his attention.I tucked my hair behind my ear as I saw Logan on a phone call. It seemed pretty serious. Our eyes suddenly met as I removed it, shifting my focus back to the police officer. I swallowed deeply,“officer, don’t listen to this girl. The exact thing I had told you was what happened, don’t listen to her.”“Why the lies, Raleigh? You did. What do I stand to by bearing false witness against you? I’m all ears, tell me.”I
Raleigh’s POVA smile curled against my lips. Oh, my goodness. He’d better be joking. My heart beamed with joy as I heard those words: “I’ll pay” It couldn’t be true.I ran as swift as my leg could carry, to him. I hid the joy in me.“Are you sure about this?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes. I needed to be sure. I couldn’t just let him take my burdens just because we were friends. He bent towards me, his foreheads almost colliding,“Ask me again and I’ll change my mind.” He said in a low voice and we chuckled. Could I have asked for a better friend than this? A friend who would be there in your highs and lows. I took Mo’s hand in mine, squeezing it.“Officer, no need to make matters worse. Raleigh is not going anywhere with you. I’ll make the payment to my friend.” Mason said, a hand in his pocket, and eyes targeted at the cop.It seemed the cop wanted to be reluctant, but stopped. He knew who was making that offer. He knew it was no random guy.It was a man with the cash tha
Raleigh pov“The blue shirt or the pink.” I held my two options out side by side for my cousin to inspect them. After all, she was the one who worked for a huge fashion brand. As a secretary though, but whatever. A fashion brand was a fashion brand.“The blue shirt says you’re begging for this promotion and the pink says you wish you could get it.” Imogen looked up from her coffee to reply. “So neither?” “Neither. Wear that cute zebra print blouse and the wide legged black pants.”She made a chef’s kiss motion. “You’d look like a boss bitch that knows that promotion is hers.” I gave her a look. “I don’t want to come off as too cocksure.” She rolled her eyes at me, swinging her legs down from the barstool.“You’ve busted your ass for that promotion, it’s yours, you deserve it, and everybody knows that.” She raised one shoulder in a shrug. “There’s nothing cocksure about that.” I took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m gonna go get dressed. "Oh my God."I can’t believe I’m about to becom
Raleigh pov“Congratulations!” Mo screamed, confetti rained in the air as I stepped into our apartment minutes past five pm on the day that should have been the best day of my life but turned out to be a complete shit show. All thanks to Mikel Summers. She must have registered the look on my face because her smile immediately died off. “Oh no, you didn’t get it. You know what, fuck that job, fuck Mr. Dunner, how could they not see how hard you’ve worked. You should totally sue them. That’d teach them to be unjust assholes.” She growled.I laughed at her fearsome expression. She really was my biggest champion. “Whoa, whoa, put your brakes on. Yes, I didn’t get the promotion, but it has nothing to do with justice.” “You had better not be about to defend whatever made them pass you by.” “I’m not.Can you just let me talk?” I asked in exasperation. “Well, we’re not letting my effort go to waste, that’s for sure.” She said, “Let’s gorge on chocolate cake while you tell me.” “Have I told yo
Raleigh pov It was my third official day working for Sprocks and I was elated. So far, everything had been perfect and if it continued like this, I was going to win this thing by a landmine. Mikel Summers who? Everyone was so nice, the environment was relaxed and productive.The himbo boss wasn't slacking off, he actually showed up to work on time and put on inappropriate outfits regardless. In fact, I seemed to be the odd one at the office. The outfits ranged from loosely formal to completely relaxed, I guessed everybody was taking a book off Mason’s page. It was sweltering and no amount of AC was chasing away the melting heat. In lieu of that, I had decided to fit in better and combat the heat by showing up to work in more casual clothes. Mo had told me it was a good idea and helped me pick out the peach floral playsuit which I paired with brown sandal heels.I looked beautiful and best of all, I now fit the laid back vibes of the office. I walked in with a box of Mo made chocolate
I stormed into the house.How coud that pathetic jerk disrespect me in such a manner?Who does he think he is? Well, he is the co-founder of Sprockers but he had absolutely no right whatsoever to demean me in that manner.I should have given him a slap on the face,or better still, spilled coffee on his shirt! That would have taught him a great lesson.“Calm down babe.”Mo said.“I should have said something terrible that would pierce his heart of stone.”At that moment, the clever things that I would have said that would probably hit him hard badged into my head.“Mason never told me this was what you'd encounter. I'm really sorry.”“No, it's totally not his fault.It's the asshole’s”.“It's his fault.Why didn't he give this Logan of a guy heads-up that you'd be there?”She meant it now.She was in no way feigning concern. I hoped she wouldn't lash out at him.“He wasn't present. Look, I'm done with talking about that fool.How do I go about the project now?I think I'd have to let g
Raleigh povWe had to do the dishes, at least to find a way to pay off the unmerited debt. Before I knew it, a lady walked in with a stack of plates.“You have to clean this too.” She said and gave a stern face and left.“ See where your so-called kindness has led us. Some people aren't just worth it.” I said in anger.“ How long should I keep apologizing?” Mo pleaded.“As long as I wish.” I lashed I felt a splash of water.Where did that come from? I asked myself and realized it was from Mo. She did it again!“ Can you quit being childish now?”“ Not until you've forgiven me.” She retorted and splashed more on me.I picked up the damp sponge and aimed at her dress. She feigned being upset and that's how it began. The kitchen flooded with water and detergent.Abruptly, the door flung open and we didn't hesitate to become statues.“ What the hell happened here?” a lady asked in rage. She was average sized, fairly beautiful with the specs she had on but one could tell she was the clever