Chapter 30 Chaos

<Shielyn>

I don't know about that woman. I am not talking to anyone here.

"By the way. Are you related to Mr. Saltzman? When he saw me on the road that night, he asked about you," he asked while thinking deeply.

"When I said that you left me, he left me without helping, but thanks God, someone helped me."

I have a lot of work needed to do.

I look at my phone, and until now, he hasn't messaged me. Since we talked on the phone yesterday.

"I was wondering if you two are related or if you have the same surname," he stops to think again.

"But it doesn't look like you two are not related. Mr. Saltzman knows you, and he wants you in his company," he repeated.

"Instead of being curious about my life, why don't you do your work? Our boss showed us again with a lot of work." I am near to resigning. The environment is good, but I don't like that they treat us like robots. They gave us too much work.

But this company is not bad when it comes to bonuses. I received a lot of extras that give incentives to employees who are working well and performing well. Not bad, but it drains me.

"Uhmm, yeah, right. I was actually having a meeting. I have to go. I have three businessmen who need to meet," he winked at me before he stormed out.

I shake my head and focus on my work.

I stare at the computer because my brain is not working.

I keep on looking at my phone. Is Kier asleep?

What time now in Europe?

"Ms. Saltzman, can you buy us a Starbucks coffee?"

I lift my head to see the devil who commands me.

Why me?

We are not close, and why did she suddenly approach me?

She gave me a fake smile.

"Starbucks is just near the company, two blocks away. Don't stare at me like you don't know where the Starbucks shop is," she's still giving me a fake smile.

I looked at her back, and I saw her friends.

"Uhmm. Lufita... I... Uhmm. I am busy," I shutter.

"My friends and I are thirsty for Starbucks coffee, and we can't leave our desks. We are in charge of promoting our new product, and many companies are calling," she makes a pity face.

I had been working here for a long time, and why, out of sudden, and why now? I am not feeling well.

"Don't worry, I will treat you. Order what you want; it's my treat," this woman stands me up, and I am baffled.

"You're the one who is not doing anything here. Please," this woman held both my hands.

"O-okay. What flavor and si-size?" I shutter. Why would I say yes? I want to pinch myself.

She smiled widely, "Six grande and sex coffee americano."

"Huh?" Did I hear it right?

I heard that I must get away from that naughty man.

I got infected by his dirty mouth.

I am hearing different things.

I nodded my head and went out when I got her money.

I sighed. It's so hot.

I walked. Starbucks is just walking distance from the company.

I heard a car. I am in the middle of the road. I don't know how to cross by. There are a lot of vehicles.

They drive too fast.

I close my eyes and cover my ears using my two hands. I sit down and cry.

I don't like this. I am scared, and I don't know how to cross.

I don't understand the traffic light here. Every time I cross here, I am with the other employees; now, both sides are empty, and I only see cars.

It's not lunchtime yet.

I am not yet ready to die.

I heard a long and loud horn. It's just near to me.

I close my eyes intensely.

The money that I am holding they were dented.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Someone grabs me and gets me out of the road.

I was shocked, and I couldn't blink my eyes.

His voice is familiar. Very familiar.

"What are you thinking, huh?!" His raging voice. He is mad. He clenched his fist. His jaw tightened.

He is giving me a dagger look. He is mad again.

I made him mad.

Everything is still in process. I thought I was going to die.

I can't stop myself from crying.

"God! Shielyn! What if someone bumped you?! Be thankful; I saw you!" His voice hears out loud.

His veins come out; I see his veins in his neck.

I smelled his masculine perfume again. The smell that I always remembered. I inhaled his scent, trying to inhale all his scent.

I saved all my confidence to look at him.

He is here. He saved me.

I finally looked at him.

Too tall, I tilted my head to see him more clearly.

When I finally see him, I hug him and cry harder. His stern face and his aura are dark.

"Hush now. I am here. Don't cry, baby," whispered in my ear gently.

I felt him caressing my back. His voice became soft, and he calmed himself.

He caresses my back at all costs, and it is like he tickles me the way he cherishes and treasures me. His embrace is so light and secure, giving me assurance.

I looked around, and everyone was busy with their business as usual.

The people are doing their work inside the coffee shop, and I see students doing projects or reviewing. I miss school but not studying.

"What are you doing in the middle of the road? He is here. I saw him holding a paper bag, and he put it on the table.

"Don't tell me you still don't know how to cross? You're now an adult, not a kid. Do you always do that? It's dangerous. You're lucky I passed by and saw you," he said straight. He didn't let me talk or explain my sides.

"If you don't know how to cross, you should wait for someone to cross too," he added.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. He was my savior, and he always guided me to traffic lights.

I nodded. I'm still shocked.

"When you see the man's sign in the color red, it means you should stop and wait for it to turn green. When it's green, it's your turn to cross.

"When it turns yellow, it means it's near to colored red," he explained many times.

He looked at his Louis Monet wristwatch.

"It's working hours; why are you outside? Does your boss command you?"

He is in front of me. Wearing corporate attire. He looks simple, but he seems attractive. Under his plain black coat is a plain white t-shirt. I know he loves the color white.

I rubbed my arm. It's itchy.

"My co-worker asked if I can buy them a Starbucks coffee since they are busy answering calls."

There's a rumor that the company is nearly bankrupt. I don't know if it was true, understanding that many rumors spread, but they aren't true.

"Why did you say yes?" He pinches my cheeks slightly.

"You know that you're stupid," he judges me too much.

"And you are not their slave or maid. They didn't give you a salary. Next time, don't say yes, that easily," he said thoughtfully.

See? There's a time when he is serious when it comes to me.

I pout and bow my head.

I heard him sigh.

"Here's your favorite Ube cheesecake pandesal," he opened the paper bag in the middle of the table.

So, this is the reason why he left a while ago.

He gave me one pandesal.

"You like abs so much, huh," he commented.

I don't like abs. I repeated it twice.

I got it from him.

"Actually, you don't need this," he is referring to the pandesal he bought.

"You don't need to buy one anymore," he shrugs.

"I have pandesal; you can lavish, bite and lick it.”

I cringe.

"Next time, when you buy me a house."

I ride his naughtiness.

He got one too, "Correction, I don't like abs!"

I whined.

He brought my mood back that easily.

"Really?" He raised his right eyebrow.

"The last time I checked, you're always checking my abdomen if I have abs."

I blush.

"You got it wrong!" I am guilty.

"I am just checking if your tummy is okay or not. I am just concerned if you are eating right," I reasoned.

He mimicked, and I slapped his shoulder.

"Ouchy!" He reacted like a gay, and I laughed.

"Babe! It hurts!" He snickered while rubbing his arm.

"Kiss it so it wouldn't hurt anymore," he smiled widely and chuckled.

I showed my two-finger shape in heart and tapped it on his arm that I hit.

"Here's the heart. It won't heart anymore," I said innocently.

I gave him a questionable look when he suddenly laughed. I look around, and everyone is still busy.

I glare at him.

He's another hand in his stomach. He's trying hard not to smile.

"Can I have your heart?" He's suppressing his laughter.

"What's funny about what I said? You said I will put my heart in it so it won't hurt anymore!" I whined.

I do not know why he is laughing like an idiot again! Since yesterday, he has been teasing me a lot.

"Stop teasing me."

"O-okay, okay," he laughs again.

"I will stop," he said while lifting his two arms like surrendering.

He coughs because he is suppressing his laughs.

"I said it hurt the heart," he corrected me, but I just snickered.

"No! You said it wrong! You said your heart not hurt!" I yelled.

"Hey, your nose is smoking again," he tries not to laugh again.

"Fix your accent!"