4.| Like nothing happened

I wake up an hour earlier than my alarm and head straight to the bathroom and take a long shower.

I strip naked and walk into the shower, allowing the hard hitting droplets of water descend down my body.

Why did I tell him about my traumatic experience?

I barely know him but I ready told him about my inconceivable experience.

Argh! I'm so stupid.

Who goes around and tells their boss about their trauma.

The rape still haunts me today amd here I am, spilling my rape experience to a complete stranger who also happens to be my boss!

Not every close person to me knows about my rape.

I grunt as I begin to scrub my body.

After scrubbing myself until I felt clean, I turn the water off and walk out of the shower and brush my teeth then head to the room, moisturizing my body with lotion and putting on undergarments.

I pull out a black, halter neck jumpsuit. I put it on with black stilettos and go natural with a lipbomb.

I rush to the kitchen and make Mr. Richardson's smoothie and make myself granola with plain yogurt with fruits.

I eat up and check the time noticing that I took my precious time in the shower.

I grab my phone and the smoothie before heading out and making it to the elevator.

To my dismay, I feel him in the elevator.

"Morning." I say as I walk into the elevator, not looking at him in the eye.

"Morning." He says in a deep husky voice.

"Your smoothie." I look up a little but still not meeting his eyes. I reach out the smoothie for him to take but he simply looks at it.

"I'm not in the mood for a smoothie today." He says sounding obliviously rude.

My eyebrows shoot up in shock but quickly come down. I nod and take out my phone.

"Plans for today?" I ask and he looks at me wothout breaking a word. "Okay...well, you have a meeting when we get to the building with the financial board." I begin. "Margaret said that she can't give you Henry for the weekend because they have a family camp that Derrick sugges-" I continue but he cuts me off.

"Bullshit!" He says angrily. "Tell her that there's no way because it's our custody agreement!" He shouts angrily making me jump a little.

I stand there frozen in both shock and fear that he might do something out of anger. He might have just shouted but he seems as though he's ready to kill someone.

The elevator doors open to the underground garage and he walks out.

I hesitantly walk out of the elevator, setting myself as far as possible in the car as we sit in the backseat.

He notices my fear and distance. "I won't kill you, you know?" He says in a softer tone.

"Not taking my chances." I squish myself further to the door.

I hear him chuckle.

"I'm just...upset. My ex-wife just brings the anger out of me." He says and I nod looking out the window.

The car engulfs with silence and soon we arrive at work.

We walk to the elevator and part ways when we reach our floor and I go to my office.

I start on my work, sorting out Mr. Richardson's paper work and receiving his calls.

The phone rings and I answer without hesitation.

"Richardson's P.A.'s office, hello?" I say immediately when I answer the phone.

"Where's Keegan?" I hear Margaret's through the phone.

I know it's her voice because I had tp call her yesterday to tell her that she should pack cloths for her son for the weekend and stuff.

"Mr. Richardson is currently unavailable at the current moment but leave message that I can adress to him?" I say with my best English.

"Where is he?" She sounds aggravated.

I roll my eyes.

I sigh trying my best not to cuss or speak in a different language.

"He's in a meeting if you must know. Leave a message and I'll address it to him." I say trying my best to uphold my polite tone.

"Tell him that Henry will only be able to visit him in the following month because the next two weeks we are having some family bonding time with his stepfather." She says amd I roll my eyes at how she's trying to rub it in Mr. Richardson's face that she's remarried.

"Okay, I will deliver the message. Anything else?"

"Not for him, no. For you, yes." She starts and I sigh in exasperation. "Stop being a slutty ass whore and keep your claws to yourself." I hang up.

"Duiwel se kind. (Devil's child.)" I breath.

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After a long day of working in anger, Mr. Richardson decides to retire home at 11 pm today.

Why does this man work so much?

Does he work to avoid this emptiness of not having a wife and child to go home to?

"Let's go." He says standing by my doorway.

I nod and stand up heading out.

We walk to the elevator together and he presses the ground button.

"So..." I begin. "Now that work is over, we can be friends again right?" I breathe out a long-held breath.

"What are you talking about?" He says sounding a little rude and agitated.

"Like last night?" I say and he stays silent. "Where I cooked us dinner and we had a very deep and personal conversation?" I try to refreshen his mind but he looks at me like I'm crazy.

I sigh. "Nevermind." I say feeling a little disappointed.

We reach the ground floor and walk out to the car.

Settling in I sit squashing myself to the window again.

"Oh and your ex-wife said that your son will only be able to visit you after two weeks." I say and I feel him glare at me. "And she also said that I should stop being a whore and keep- I don't what claws- to myself." I throw my hands up.

"Stop talking." He says sternly.

I open my mouth but close it immediately and nod.

I don't get why he throws his frustration on me just because things between him and his ex aren't good.

I sigh and walk out the elevator on the 78th floor. I'd rather take the stairs than be stuck in a box with him any longer.

I honestly feel so disappointed.

He acts like it never happened.

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