Chapter 2

　　ADRIAN

　　"I have nothing to lose since I got fired already. Good riddance, motherfucker." She hissed and ran out of the restaurant without looking back. I stood there like someone in a trance and watched her run out of the restaurant, still surprised she could kick me in the most delicate part of my body.

　　"I'm very sorry about that, Sir… She can be crazy sometimes…" The manager was apologising when I straightened my spine and walked out on her.

　　I stomped out of the restaurant, almost limping as I still felt pain in my groin. She had surprisingly strong legs.

　　"You know, you shouldn't have fired her… It must have been a mistake." Manuel stated when we got to the car. I glared at him, and he snapped his mouth shut immediately, but I heard him snicker. He knew better than to exchange words with me when I was angry.

　　"It's all your fault. If you didn't force me to come here, I would have been in my office and not have gotten kicked at in my dick." I accused him out of annoyance, but he just cackled.

　　BRIANNA

　　I ran out of the restaurant, close to tears. That handsome idiot had to get me fired because of a simple mistake. But I gave him a piece of my craziness, which made up for me getting fired. I ran for minutes without stopping to rest and only stopped when I got to my house.

　　Immediately I got home, I wiped my face with the sleeve of my dress before plastering a fake smile onto my face. My little sister, Mariana, can be very inquisitive, and it would be worse if my mom were there with her to ask, and I didn't want them to find out what happened. I wasn't too sad because I still had another part-time job: a bartending job at a club at night.

　　I walked into our poor-looking house. It looked normal, but everywhere was quiet, so I guessed my sister was not back from school. She was one of the reasons I wanted to work harder; I didn't want her to end up like me, a high school dropout without a college degree. The other reason I was working was to get the money to treat my mom, an anaemia patient, and I didn't want my sister and me to lose the only family we had left.

　　I walked up the stairs to my mom's room to find her asleep on her old, rusty bed. I wished she had never been diagnosed with anaemia. Everything would have been better than it is now. I sighed deeply and got into bed with her. Whenever I felt down and sad, getting close to my mom calmed me down every time.

　　ADRIAN

　　I was in my office, working on my laptop, when my assistant came in with a cup of coffee. I had asked her to get it over twenty minutes ago. I glared at her as she walked toward my desk and noticed her shivering like a cat that had just gotten out of water.

　　"What the hell took you so long?" I asked her in anger.

　　"The queue at the café was very long, so I had to wait in line until it got to my turn," she said with a nervous smile.

　　"Couldn't you tell whoever the fuck was in charge that I am the one who wants to drink the coffee?" I asked again.

　　"I'm so sorry, Sir." She apologised, already close to tears. She must be very timid because I haven't said or done anything.

　　"Give the damn coffee to me," I demanded and held out my hand, and she gave it to me with shaky hands.

　　I brought the plastic cup to my lips and took a sip, but immediately spat it out. The coffee was already cold and wasn't even the type I told her to get for me. I flung the cup of coffee at her, and before she could blink, the cup's contents poured on her.

　　"Is this what I ordered, and why is it cold?" I asked.

　　"I'm so sorry, Sir. "I thought that was what you ordered. The elevator also broke for a bit, so I had to wait for it to work again," she replied with an apologetic look.

　　"I don't give second chances. You started working yesterday, and you're already making mistakes. That won't continue."

　　"I'm very sorry, Sir. I apologise." She begged.

　　"Keep the apology to yourself because you're fired," I stated in a cold tone, turning my attention back to my laptop.

　　"Sir… Please forgive me. The mistake won't repeat itself," she said, already crying.

　　"Of course, it won't. Get out of my office. NOW," I yelled, but she just stood there and continued crying and pleading.

　　I picked up the telephone on my desk and called security. They arrived at my office within a few minutes, and I ordered them to get the wailing banshee out. I stopped them when they were about to leave.

　　"Stop by her office, pack her belongings, and throw her out of the building along with them. I must not set my eyes on her in these premises ever again," I said to them. They nodded and resumed dragging her until they were out of my sight.

　　I picked up the phone and called my secretary. I informed him that I needed a new personal assistant as soon as possible. After that, I got back to work.

　　BRIANNA

　　I woke up early this morning, tidied up the house, and cooked breakfast for my mom and younger sister. When I was done, I climbed the stairs and woke Mom. I told her breakfast was ready, so she could come downstairs after freshening up. I also went to the room Mariana, and I shared to wake her up to prepare for school.

　　"Morning, sis," Marie greeted me when she woke up.

　　"Morning. How was your night?" I asked.

　　"It was good; how was yours?" she responded, and I gave her a response. Then she strolled to the small, conjoined bathroom to take her bath.

　　I returned to the kitchen to pick up my phone, which I had left on the counter earlier. I turned it on to find a missed call from my best friend, Cherry, and immediately called her back.

　　"Hey, best friend. How are you doing?" I heard her voice from the other end.

　　"I'm fine, Cherry… How was your night?" I asked her back.

　　"I'm fine too. Sorry about yesterday. I was swamped, and that's why I haven't called to ask how you've been doing since then." She stated.

　　"I've been good. Besides, it wasn't your fault, but that stupid man's. At least I still have one more job left; that should count as something," I replied with a shrug.

　　"Well, what if I tell you there's something you can do?" she asked in a cheerful tone.

　　"What is that?" I quizzed.

　　"Have you heard of A.C. Organizations?" she asked.

　　"I don't. Am I supposed to know about them?" I replied.

　　"Oh, my gosh! This is why I told you to know what's happening around you. Why have a phone when you wouldn't even use it? It's supposed to help you know things!" she snapped.

　　"It's not my fault. I don't see anything good to do with it," I said with a giggle.

　　"Well, A.C. Organizations is a top global industry. Its HQ needs a personal assistant for the CEO," she explained.

　　"Wow! Are you sure I stand a chance, though? Because you know my level of education," I stated, feeling unsure.

　　"I think you should try it first. Also, have faith, even if it's just a little." She said like the optimistic person who she was.