Page 48 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
After my parents questioned my honesty when I told them I’d lost my job, I decided to stay in New York with Emily.Since then, I’ve been carrying the burden of this all on my own.
After all, I got a job.
Problem solved.
Right?
No, apparently this is going to haunt me forever.My life is destroyed because of one lying piece of shit.
Seeing Mr.Harrow sitting in the boardroom was a shock.
It's like the universe tried to save me with my sore wrist, then laughed and saidnah, we’re going to send you in there anyway and see how this plays out.
I’ll tell you how it’s playing out.Mason is buying himself time, working with his lawyers behind the scenes to fire me.
I kick off my high heels, given I’m not welcome at the office, and change into a pair of jeans and a sweater.
Robotically, I pour a bowl of cereal, add milk then curl up on the sofa.My mind goes through a million worst-case scenarios where I end up living under a bridge, homeless and starving.One with a view of Mason driving by with his beautiful wife and children in their million-dollar car, vacationing with Emily and Sebastian in the Hamptons.
They wave at me on the way past, saying they wish I could be there.
Ugh.
I push the cereal bowl away, my stomach curdling.
I have some savings.I could book a flight home today and plead with my parents to believe me.
Emily is getting married very soon so I need to stay.I’m her bridesmaid.Perhaps Mason will come around, and I can explain.
If your parents don’t believe you, a billionaire who has already accused you of wanting his money won’t.
He didn’t turn up last night to take me out for dinner.I didn’t really expect him to, but after sending him two texts, I ended up crying and angrily slapping away the tears.
Mason is the best man, so we need to sort this out.For them, at the very least.
He can hate me all he wants.If he wants to fire me, then I can’t do anything about it.I know it’s inevitable.Mr.Harrow was bound by the contract we all signed to say silent, but he knows I don’t have the funds to take legal action, so he’s clearly said something.
I don’t deserve this.
Tucking my knees up, I know it’s time to ask for help.I need my best friend.Emily wouldn’t want me carrying this alone, just as I wouldn’t if she were in trouble.
Reaching for my phone, I send her our SOS emoji, and she replies almost immediately.
Emily: Where are you?
Me: At home.
Emily: ....Give me twenty minutes.
After slowly scooping the cereal into my mouth, I sit staring at the empty bowl until Em knocks on the door.
I almost run to open it.
“What’s going on?”Her eyes dart around the room.
That’s when I see Sebastian standing behind her, looking like some mafia hitman bodyguard.
Which is ironic because she already has one.
