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Actually, I personally find it confusing that during the meeting with Lazade, something made my boss furious. But it’s not like that, though. Maybe it’s because of the behavior of their leader named Andrew, but in my opinion, it’s not the case. Mr. Andrew can still be professional during meetings, even though the hostility is quite evident.
“Sir, please drive faster. I want to arrive at the office soon,” ordered Krystal, making me turn around. From her facial expression, I could see how she was holding back her anger, ready to explode at any moment. I myself didn’t understand which part of the meeting made Krystal Blaxton so angry.
“Damn it,” she cursed, closing her eyes. She intentionally slammed her body back on the seat, making me flinch. I’m used to seeing Krystal angry, but… this time, she’s angry without any apparent reason. It makes me suspicious.
Along the way back to the office, no one spoke, and I personally didn’t want to start a conversation. My mind wandered everywhere because there’s so much I need to do once I arrive at the office. My work plan is clear, but I’ll need to work overtime. Given Krystal’s warning, I don’t dare to ask for overtime permission.
“Aren’t you feeling nauseous, Anya?”
I was startled. Out of all the things Krystal could ask me, why did she ask about my pregnancy? I turned to look at her, and she was gazing at me with interest. As if waiting for me to talk about what I feel.
“No, ma’am.” I lied. The nausea is still there, but not as bad as before. I’ve found something effective to relieve the nausea during my daily activities at the office. It’s a eucalyptus oil aroma.
“Thank goodness. I was worried you might faint again,” Krystal said with a sincere smile. She then took both of my hands, holding them and gently stroking them. Like an older sister comforting her younger sibling who’s troubled. This? Krystal isn’t possessed, right?
“Take care of yourself, okay? Don’t overexert yourself because of work. Call Anna and split the workload.”
Sometimes, when you hope that someone would understand your biggest concerns even just a little, that person is the one who pushes you down and causes you to get hurt. Just like what Krystal did to me. Despite my efforts since I left the hospital to prove that Anna isn’t needed.
If I really want to be disposed of, I don’t need to wait any longer. I just need to say when I need to submit the resignation letter that’s already saved in one of my personal folders. Ready to be printed and signed.
“Oh, by the way, don’t you want anything?” Krystal furrowed her brow. “I have a friend who got pregnant last year, and her child is so cute now. During her pregnancy, there were always things she asked for. Even Anya was bothered.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yes. Aren’t you wanting anything?”
In the end, I gave her a sad smile. Why does my boss have to ask this kind of question? Why not discuss the meeting or its results? Or any additional points as she usually asks me to include in the meeting summaries.
“No, ma’am,” I answered because it seemed like Krystal was waiting for me to speak.
“If you want something, let me know, Anya. I want to be bothered by a pregnant lady.”
Honestly, I don’t understand Krystal’s thought process right now. Getting to know her closely but still keeping a distance as her secretary in her office, it makes me feel a little uneasy. I’m sure Krystal won’t act strangely. It’s just that she’s behaving like someone else.
Serious.
The beautiful woman I know is always focused on her work. Her head is never filled with anything other than reports, meetings, discussion outcomes, key points, and not to forget the list of questions that go around in circles but lead to one point. It makes her conversation partners unable to do anything but follow her wishes.
She is dedicated to her work. I don’t even see any flaw in Krystal’s personal life. I only learned about the story of her friend now. And I never noticed when she was bothered by her friend. Her days are mostly spent at the office and working overtime. Ah, maybe on weekends, yes. I don’t know what she does on weekends.
“I’m afraid I’ll just make things difficult for you, ma’am.”
You know, I already said it. Krystal is getting weirder. The woman even giggled, showing her white teeth. It contrasts sharply with the maroon lipstick she’s wearing on her quite plump but, in my opinion, very sexy lips.
“You are like family to me now, Anya.”
***
“Are you feeling sick?” Cedric asked after pulling over his motorcycle. We were on our way home. He sabotaged my plan to hitch a ride with Naomi. As soon as she saw me in the parking lot, she immediately pushed me towards Cedric. Naomi also added that she wanted to go somewhere. No room for me to hitch a ride with her.
I sulked afterward. Dona wasn’t supporting me either. She sided with Naomi. These two friends of mine are the ones who can make me feel the most miserable.
Then I reluctantly accepted the jacket, helmet, and Cedric’s little attention as I was about to get on his motorcycle again.
“No,” I replied shortly.
I heard him sigh softly. “Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I asked what you wanted to eat.”
I shook my head in response. I didn’t hear any of it, to be honest. Maybe because my head was occupied with many possibilities that have been happening in my life lately. My pregnancy. Krystal’s excessive attention towards me. Cedric’s behavior that’s making me more confused.
I feel like going back to the night before all this happened. So everything can go back to normal. Nothing changed. Even this pressure is driving me crazy.
“You’re daydreaming.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
I don’t care. I diverted my gaze that was initially directed at Cedric elsewhere. Perhaps because of my attitude, Cedric finally gave up. He started the engine again and continued on the way to my apartment.
But I never expected that Cedric would take me somewhere. Just like any other couple who spends a little of their time in between their activities. We went to the park.
“Why are we here?” I protested, not accepting it. But still, I took off Cedric’s helmet and jacket.
“To get rid of the boredom.”
***