Chapter 2

Georgina's POV

Christian grins satisfactorily.

"Thanks," I mutter while throwing a glance at him before returning it to the screen in front of me. Staring into my system's screen stops me from staring at him rigidly, which I won't be able to help due to his great beauty. Typing is another distraction from his handsome face and those pairs of charming blue eyes.

A reminder notification pops up on the screen. I gasp, my eyes wide open. I have ten tasks to complete before I leave work, with only a few hours left. I'd surely be in a massive problem with my strict boss if I can't clarify and put everything in place before 2 PM. My gaze shifts from the notification box to the bottom, where the time reads 11:28 AM, merely two hours and some minutes for a task that requires up to three complete hours or more.

I had decided to execute these earlier, but I forgot most especially as Alpha Christian came along the way. It's quite impossible to achieve this with the time left. Anger, confusion, and frustration rise inside me; my countenance changes. Christian observes this quite well. I glance at Christian with different eyes now, no longer simple and cordial, but serious and with a stay-clear gesture. I ought to show diligence in my duty, giving no preference to him than I should. If I'm sacked, there might be nothing he can do as a remedy. Who even knows what his real intention is right now?

Christian leans across my desk, trying to catch my attention, but I seem more focused as I begin to work on the tasks before me. I got to start something even though I may not be able to finish it on time. I keep on focusing on my desktop, no longer interested in a conversation with him. He's not my class and would probably dumb me down after using me. I don't want to be taken for granted; everyone knows how great a flirt he is.

As I type into my system, I take my eyes from the button corner to the clock to check the time, and with each passing second, I'm running out of time. Desperation starts to set in. I'm feeling like I'm losing right now; time is moving faster than I am as I race to finish up before 2 PM, which sounds like an impossible task. I become so engrossed in my work that I no longer realize whether Christian is still standing over my desk or not.

When I finally looked up as the time was up, he was no longer there. Instead of him, I saw my boss walking angrily towards me from the elevator. I shiver, my heart begins to pound so heavily. He doesn't seem like a carrier of good news right now, but bad, not being pessimistic, but judging based on his appearance. He looks so pissed.

"Georgina, what the hell is wrong with you?" He begins the scolding a few inches from my position. "Why didn't you finish the tasks I assigned to you? Do you know the effects that a single act of non-diligence has caused to this company?" He barks.

I shiver, not knowing what to say in response. My heart flashes back to Christian, he's the main reason I couldn't complete my task, the minutes we spent in our conversation would have been used in doing some meaningful things as this, we had a worthwhile conversation but I think, here is a more vital thing I should have paid more attention to because it has to do with my means of livelihood.

I feel so annoyed with him right now. I wish he were here to witness what he has caused.

I continue gazing at my boss with fear. "I.. I… I didn't..." I stammer, clearly nervous and shocked. Panic runs through my veins, and a sense of tragedy hovers around.

"Georgina, you have no excuse, you're sacked!"

"What!" I scream. No, no, no, this seems like a dream. I don't believe what I just heard. "Please, sir, I don't deserve this. I was with the..."

"I need no explanations, just know that you're sacked." Those words dropped heavily on my ears. I kept my eyes and mouth wide. Before I could react further, he walked off. I stare in shock as he walks off the ground floor to the elevator and ascends, my eyes steady on him till he's out of sight. When he's no longer in sight, I look at my desktop; there's no need to work on anything again. I've been sacked.

Tears begin to stream down my eyes to my cheeks. I bend over my desk and cry. It dawns on me that a late customer or someone might walk up and see me in this mood, so I quickly run to the restroom, which is not far away. I'd never been heartbroken this way before. I can't remember the last time I even cried.

I think the last time I cried was seven years ago when I lived with my mistress. I'd experienced the most horrible time ever; her ill treatment made me strong anyway. I cried a lot those days; I never thought that I would have to shed tears for anything again. I learnt to be strong and be an independent woman who does not let negative energies around affect her.

Growing up, I never had the comforts and joys of every ordinary kid; I never lived with my parents, but with a wicked stepmom. My mom died when I was five, dad died a year after leaving me with my stepmom and her three kids. They gave me the most horrible and inhumane treatment, there were times I forgot I was a human, rather I had these feelings most of the time that I was a beast, a slave or some lower creature in my own childish mentality back then. I knew nothing like loving care from a parent, but torture and hatred.