Devil’s Bride – Episode 16

DEVIL’S BRIDE
ICE TO MY FIRE

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 16

Hazel’s p.o.v

On Friday of the second month that I started work with Madrigal, I could have sworn I was seeing a completely different person in the mirror.

The greater punishment was the ever present sympathy in everyone’s eyes at work whenever they see me.

There were visible dark circles round my eyes and I had lost a lot of weight.

At work, I rarely have time to eat during the lunch break and by the time I get home late in the evening, I would be too tired to do anything than sleep.

At night, I also hardly get enough time to sleep before it would be morning again when I would need to get up early to organise certain files on my laptop and to prepare for work.

I have gotten myself a new apartment. Rented one actually. I send my family some money and save the rest too.

For the past three days too, I had being the one driving madrigal home after work.

It wasn’t initially a part of my job but not after he decided to fire his driver for running late two days in a row.

I got to work before him like every other day and was beginning to doze off when he stepped in.

Forcing my tired eyes open, I scrambled to my feet to welcome him.

Ignoring me, he continued walking instead.

However, when he eventually decided to look my way, the walk to the door of his office was put to an abrupt halt.

“Good morning, Sir,” I had on my signature smile which must look a little weird in regards to the dark circles round my eyes today.

His brows gradually lowered into a frown which deepened each of the passing second of which his intense gaze remained fixed on me from across the room.

I watched in terror as he slowly swiveled on his heels and started striding over to where I was.

He reached my desk in no time and when he did, he was silent while he had his ever scrutinising eyes study my face for a while.

This caused me to clear my throat a little nervously before quickly turning my head to look away the next minute, suddenly embarrassed by the way he was staring at me as if I was some kind of strange creature at a zoo.

Aware he was making me uncomfortable, he let out a slight cough before deciding to speak.

“Just a minute, I thought I was seeing a ghost. What were you thinking coming to work looking that way?” He demanded.

I looked down at my feet instead.

Even maintaining eye contact with him requires the greatest courage.

“You can get off work early today. Leave by 3pm.” He turned to leave but turned again to face me.

“Leave by 1pm.” He said before eventually sauntering off to his office.

My lips immediately curled up in a mischievous smirk, just what I wanted.

I deliberately left my face bare, with a no concealer or makeup rule so he would see them for himself.

TBC