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His phone’s message alert sounds, and I look at the screen involuntarily.
My heart stops.
It's a message from Virginia Fleurant.
The screen goes blank, but I grab the phone to see the message.
I know I shouldn't do this, and I feel like I will regret it, but I do it anyway.
Even though the phone only unlocks with a face ID, the message still appears on the locked screen.
She just declined my offer, you lucky bastard.
I've read her marketing ideas, and I almost regret the fact that she won't work for me,
Especially since you're the one who'd pay her a half-million bonus.
Nevertheless, I'm happy for you, Jack,
Sincerely, your godmother xoxo.
I read the message twice more to make sure it's real.
Virginia is Jack's godmother. And he was the one who asked her to meet me during breakfast. That's why he stayed in the room and came later. She wasn't at the restaurant that day, I'm sure. He just wanted to check if I would agree to her offer.
I can't believe he wanted to pay me half a million euros for that.
I hear the sounds of water, and that means Jack is washing his hands already.
My hands are shaking when I shut down the screen rapidly and place the phone where it was.
I turn to the window and close my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
I hear his footsteps, and my heart stops.
"Angel, will you…" Jack starts when he comes closer but stops when he sees that I'm sleeping.
I do my best not to move and breathe normally.
I can't talk to him now. I don't want to.
I don't want to talk to him anymore, ever.
I startle a little when I feel the soft touch of the blanket on my skin, and that's why I pretend I wake up, mumble my thanks for the blanket, and close my eyes again.
He just covered me so I won't get cold and takes a seat at his desk to continue working so as not to disturb me.
He’s the same man who’s torturing me, doing everything he can to make me quit, causing me to fail.
He’s the same man who, even after everything we've been through, wanted to challenge me, trying to deceive me.
And he’s the same man who called me an angel and covered me with a blanket.
A tear runs down my cheek, and I force myself not to wipe it off.
Angel…His word echoes in my head.
How could I trust him? How could I choose this man over the job of my dreams?
