Part Nine.

It was Friday and Beatrice stood in front of Ben's office door contemplating whether to knock or not.

'I can still turn back if I want,' She thought frankly almost crying at her misfortune.

Aish! She was so stupid for dropping that resignation letter in the first place, she should have heard the bomb news her mum dropped first or got herself another job before acting as a fierce nursing cat.

Now, she would look so doltish and vulnerable in front of that devil's eyes while he gives her a satisfied mocking smirk.

She could just imagine how the smugness on his face will escalate when he lays his eyes on her.

Checking out her designer black skirt that reached above her knees a bit and the black Zara heels she was wearing, she let out an exasperated sigh.

'I guess I have to squash and let my pride down, I need money, especially this period dad's not fine, and what