All Chapters of BEHIND OFFICE DOORS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

After completing her bath quickly, Laura checked the wall clock to make sure she wouldn't be late for her interview. She hurriedly put on the sharp shirt and pants Jerry had picked out for her and picked up her phone and purse. She muttered, "My shoes," as she knelt down to get her wedges from beneath the table, where she had kept them safe ever since she got to Fred Walker's house. After a quick spray of her favorite cologne, Laura hurried from her room to the living room to see Jerry before she left.Jerry heard her loud footsteps approaching, and his heart began to rush. Knowing that their friendship might never be the same after this day made them uneasy. Laura was not aware of a secret Jerry had long withheld from her, which added weight to the interview at Fred's workplace. Jerry stood up anxiously as she emerged, his gaze fixed on Laura. He was astounded by her attractiveness, which was increased by her attire. He was momentarily engrossed in her beauty. “How do I look?” La

Fred's sharp eyes seemed to probe Maggie's soul as they fixed themselves on her. His voice, full of rage, ripped through the air as his hand fell to his side. "No! Listen to me!" he bellowed. "Laura will be working here, and there is nothing at all that you can do about it!".His remarks caused a sharp pain that made Maggie's breath catch. Fred had never angered her so much, let alone over a woman. The fact that he had never, ever reacted so strongly to her like that made it hurt much more. Something about Laura's presence appeared to ignite something dangerous in Fred, and she had an unusual hold on him.Maggie couldn't help but think of their recent chat in his office. Jack had claimed that Laura had rescued him from an enraged mob, and she had informed him of this. She had never witnessed Fred's behavior that day before; it was furious, defensive, and obviously triggered. Maggie's suspicions appeared to solidify before her, and they were no longer just conjectures. She snapped her

Sarah chuckled, her tone full of derision, and walked with assurance over to where Linda and Rose were seated. Her eyes glittered with malice, her posture unwavering, her moves deliberate. "So sleeping with your sister's man isn't enough for you, Rose?" Sarah said icily. “You now also want to abduct his child?” Her tongue clicked, and she gave a theatrical shake of her head, the sound piercing the tension like a knife. Like someone had struck her in the chest, Linda felt the air leave her lungs. Sharp and merciless, the agony of her past returned. Her heart thudded, her throat constricted, and the memories she had fought so hard to suppress pushed to the surface.She jerked to her feet, her chair scuffing the floor as her sharp eyes focused on Sarah. "That's enough. Who are you?” Despite the chaos roiling inside her, she demanded in a firm voice. Sarah lifted her chin and examined Linda with an expression that was half amusement and half contempt. With pride echoing in her voice, s

Fred Walker, it was him. Like a predator evaluating its prey, he stood there with his customary air of dominance, his piercing blue eyes fixed on hers. Laura's courage faltered under his controlling gaze, and she felt the usual knot in her stomach tighten. His presence was oppressive, almost stifling. His overwhelming aura, which usually managed to leave her speechless, temporarily paralyzed her. The cleaning team nearby seemed to detect the tension in the air, which was thick enough to cut with a knife. They looked away as they fumbled to collect their equipment, and Laura was startled out of her reverie by the loud scream of metal on the floor."Why are you here?" This time, her tone was firm and piercing as she ordered. "And how the hell did you get my home address?" She said, holding her bag to her chest like a shield and clenching her fingers around the strap. As she approached him, her terror giving way to a fury that burned through her like fire, her voice was tinged with accu

As Fred's words reverberated across the corridor, Helen and Laura sprang apart, their hands sliding from one another's clasp. Their bodies tensed with fear as the sound sent a wave of uneasiness through them. Helen said, her voice hardly audible, "He's home." Laura's throat became abruptly dry as she swallowed forcefully. Unconsciously, she clasped her fingers together, an anxious habit she had never been able to completely break. She shuddered at the prospect of seeing Fred again. Each interaction with him had been a struggle that ended in sour remarks, tears, or worse.Just before they arrived at the door, Helen took Laura's arm and spoke in a cautious whisper. “Don't let your guard down, listen. When you speak, be firm. Be professional. Ignore him and keep your eyes on your objective, regardless of what he says. You must save your house and raise money for your mother's medical care. That is the only thing that counts”. As Helen's words became clear to Laura, she drew in a trembl