When I got to the office the next day, everywhere was still tensed, the security guard has increased and everyone looked more careful. " Chloe! You look sad, what's wrong?" Annabel, the receptionist, asked me. "Yes, I'm just bothered about the robbery of yesterday, I can't figure out why they came and who they came for exactly." I replied Annabel. "Thinking cannot solve the issues, let's be grateful that no one was killed." She said. "Oh! That's true." I went to my office and rearranged everywhere, I was thinking about the event that happened yesterday and how my boss, almost got killed for trying to rescue us from danger. I was surprised at his bravery and boldness. "Good morning everyone!" My boss, Mr. Williams Robinson said with a loud voice "Good morning Sir." I responded "Chloe, call everyone to the reception area now." Mr. Williams said, as I gathered everyone at the reception. There was a man beside my boss, I couldn't ask who he was, I just kept thinking and staring
"What's this again? Another anonymous threat?" I said, looking confused. "But Annabel is here, who then is sending those anonymous texts?" Olivia said, looking at Annabel's face. "Annabel, what are you doing? You hired armed robbers to raid the company, now you want me dead?!" I shouted furiously. "Sir ... .I…I…..don't know anything about these anonymous messages.." Annabel said as I cut in sharply. "You don't know what?! Are you okay? What do you take me for? I will make sure I deal with you and you will rot in jail." I told Annabel, cleaning my face that had sweats. "Mr. Williams please exercise patience, yes we have evidence that she led the armed robbers to raid the company but we don't have any concrete evidence that she is the one behind those anonymous threats, She might just have a connection with them." Detective Richard said. "Even at that, she is fired from this company at this moment and Detective Richard we have strong evidence against Anabel, please arrest her wi
"Chloe you are drunk, we need to start going home, let me drop you off." Mr. Williams told me, as he stood up from his chair coming towards me. "Leave me…" I said, while drunk Mr. Williams lifted me up from where I was sitting, and I fell on his chest hugging him closely. My boss was also drunk but he was conscious a little bit and aware of his environment. "I don't want to go home," I said while hugging him. "Chloe, comport yourself we are in public. You don't want to go home? where do you want to go? I'm a married man and I can't take you to my house, Layla won't take it easy at all." Mr. Williams said, removing my hand from his neck. Take...me.. somewhere…take me somewhere else please." Mr. Williams tried to convince me to go home, but I insisted. He then took me to a nearby hotel where the unexpected happened. As we got to the hotel room, I vomited on my clothes which made Mr. Williams change my clothes. "Touch me please…" I was naked while telling Mr. Williams "Ch
As the days went by, my anxiety grew. I couldn't bring myself to face Mr. Williams or anyone else at the office. The weight of my secret pregnancy was becoming unbearable, and I didn't know how to handle it. One evening, while I was sitting alone in my room, my phone rang. It was an unknown number, but I decided to answer it anyway. "Hello?" I said hesitantly. "Chloe, it's me, Mr. Williams," came the familiar voice on the other end. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. "Mr. Williams? What... what do you want?" I managed to stammer out. "I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?" he asked, his voice sounding urgent. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But curiosity got the better of me. "Okay, where do you want to meet?" "There's a café downtown. Can you meet me there in an hour?" he suggested. I agreed reluctantly, my mind racing with questions and fears. What could Mr. Williams possibly want to talk to me about? And why did he sound so urgent? When I arrived at the café
As I sat there, numb with shock and fear, Sarah listened intently as I recounted the events of that ill-fated night at the bar and the subsequent discovery of my pregnancy. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to make sense of it all. "I can't believe this is happening," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "I never imagined things would spiral out of control like this." Sarah reached out and gently squeezed my hand, offering silent support. "I'm so sorry, Chloe. This is a lot to take in." I nodded, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over. "And it gets worse," I continued my voice barely above a whisper. "Mr. Williams' wife, Layla... she's pregnant too." Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh no, this is a complete mess." I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on me. "Exactly. I don't know what to do, Sarah. I'm scared and confused, and I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of uncertainty." Sarah squeezed my hand again, offering me a r
CHLOE'S POVAfter work, Mr Williams requested that we meet in a lounge. He said he had something to tell me in which I was eager to hear what Mr. Williams had to say. "Chloe, the unexpected has happened?" Mr. Williams said. "What's wrong? Please talk." I said out of curiosity and anxiety. "My wife had a miscarriage, we lost the baby yesterday." He said. I couldn't believe my ears when Mr. Williams disclosed that Layla had a miscarriage. It felt like a thunderbolt striking me."What? Layla had a miscarriage?" I asked, trying to hide my shock."Yes, it was a devastating loss for both of us," Mr. Williams said, his voice heavy with emotion. "But Layla's been acting strange lately. She's been so distant, and I don't know how to help her through this."My mind raced with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I felt sympathy for Layla's loss, but on the other, I couldn't ignore the pang of guilt knowing that I was carrying Mr. Williams's child. The thought of Layla transferring her aggress
My heart raced as I watched the tension escalate between Mr. Williams and his wife. The air in the office felt stifling, suffused with Layla's palpable anger. "I can't work like this, Layla," Mr. Williams said, his voice strained. "Taking out your frustration on the staff won't change what happened." Layla's eyes blazed with fury. "Don't you dare tell me how to behave! You think you can control me just because you're the boss?" I shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the weight of their argument bearing down on her. She glanced around, noticing the unease among her coworkers. "It's not about control," Mr. Williams insisted, his tone firm. "But you can't keep lashing out at everyone. It's not fair to them, or me." Layla's lip curled into a sneer. "And what about what's fair to me? Do you think I wanted this? You think I wanted to lose our baby?" My breath caught in my throat, realizing the depth of Layla's pain. But I couldn't shake the guilt gnawing at my conscience, knowing
As the days passed, Layla's hostility towards me only seemed to intensify, creating a toxic atmosphere in the office. Every interaction with her felt like walking on eggshells, and I found myself constantly on edge, waiting for the next outburst.One particularly tense afternoon, Layla's temper reached its boiling point. She stormed into the office, her face twisted with rage, and began berating me in front of the entire staff."Chloe, you incompetent fool!" Layla's voice echoed through the room, her words dripping with disdain. "I can't believe I have to work with someone as useless as you!"I felt the blood drain from my face as Layla's insults cut through me like a knife. The humiliation was unbearable, and I struggled to hold back tears as the rest of the staff looked on in shock.But amidst the chaos, one staff member seemed to be seething with anger more than anyone else—Samantha, a colleague who had always harbored a grudge against Layla for her harsh treatment.As Layla contin