Chapter 20 Targeted
The next morning, the kids were slow in getting ready because they had to take care of Little Coco. This delayed Sadie's plans, making her late to drop them off at kindergarten, which meant she was late for work. As she glanced at her wristwatch, a wave of anxiety washed over her. "Hurry up, hurry up!" she muttered under her breath, hoping her pay wouldn't be docked for being late.
Just as she reached the company building, a Rolls-Royce Wraith suddenly sped toward her from the side, showing no sign of stopping. Startled, Sadie looked up just in time to see the luxury car barreling toward her. She quickly dodged to the side but lost her balance and tumbled to the ground. The car screeched to a halt inches from her.
Sadie's heart pounded in her chest as she lay there, almost having been hit. But the people in the car acted as if they were blind. Micah's self-righteous attitude made Sadie question her visibility. Was she invisible to him?
"Why aren't you watching where you're going!" the security guard yelled, pointing at Sadie, his face full of blame. "You almost hit Mr. Clemens!"
So, she wasn't invisible. Sadie tightened her grip on the ground as she looked up at Micah's cold face, feeling a wave of fear. His gaze was like a pair of cold blades piercing her heart.
He didn't say a word, but his icy stare spoke volumes. Sadie couldn't understand how she had offended him. She thought, 'Is he still angry about sharing the elevator? But then, why did he help me in the restaurant that day?'
Micah made a gesture, and the Rolls-Royce Wraith drove off, leaving Sadie burning with anger and humiliation. She patted her scraped wrist and her aching butt, then limped into the company building.
In the elevator, she contemplated Micah's behavior. 'Is he just a naturally moody devil?' The thought offered her a small bit of relief. A minor injury was manageable as long as she hadn't severely offended Micah because dealing with his wrath would be much worse.
Arriving on the 13th floor, Sadie hurried to her workstation, silently praying nothing else would go wrong. But her prayers went unanswered. Malcolm Diaz, the Director of Administration, started yelling at her. "You've only been here a few days, and you're already late? Who do you think you are, the CEO?"
"I'm sorry, I…" Sadie tried to explain but was cut off. "The President's Office came down to check attendance today, and our department got severely criticized because of you. We've lost our quarterly bonus!"
"Mr. Diaz, I…" Sadie tried to speak.
"I don't want to hear your excuses!" Malcolm's face was stern as he angrily issued an order, "Now, go to the 68th floor and clean the swimming pool!"
"What?" Sadie exclaimed as she thought she had misheard.
"Or I'll dock your pay!" Malcolm said, clearly knowing Sadie's weak spot.
"No, no, no," Sadie replied helplessly, not daring to argue. "I'll go right away."
Dragging her tired body, she took the elevator to the 68th floor. By the pool, she stared at the clear blue water and sighed, "What a beautiful place! This must be an exclusive spot for Mr. Clemens."
"Seriously, it's so clean already, and it still needs cleaning," she muttered as she picked up the cleaning tools and began diligently scrubbing the pool.
After what felt like an eternity, Sadie finally got the pool spotless. She sighed in relief, rubbed her sore back, and was about to leave when she noticed someone lounging on one of the ivory-white chairs. Startled, she exclaimed, "Mr. Clemens, when did you get here?"
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