Chapter 4

Faith’s POV

This man is really handsome. I’ve only been staring at his face since we met again. He has matured, unlike before when he was still a bit thin. Now, he looks like a god from Olympus.

“Stop staring at my boyfriend, bitch.”

Suddenly, I looked at the woman with Martin.

“What?” I asked with a frown. 

I don’t want everyone to call me a bitch because I’m not like that.

“I said, bitch, stop staring at him.” The woman took a step forward so that we were now closer to each other.

“What the—” I could not believe what this woman had just called me.

“That’s enough.” Martin suddenly intervened among us and was now in the middle. I was much closer to his body, so I could smell his fragrant perfume. “Get inside after ten minutes. I’ll have you do something,” Martin said before pulling his companion into his office.

“Who does that woman think she is? She has a careless attitude and a sharp tongue,” I said simply while arranging the papers and other items on the table. A little later, the phone connected to Martin’s office rang, so I knew he was the caller. I picked up the phone excitedly.

“Hello, sir?”

“Coffee, please.”

“What—” I was going to ask what kind of coffee, but the call cut off.

“That jerk,” I whispered. 

I stood up and went to the pantry. There was a lot of coffee there. But I didn’t hesitate and started preparing the coffee.

A few moments later, I smiled as I carried the mug with one hand. 

I know his favorite blend of coffee. 

When I passed by my table, using one hand, I picked up the black notebook where Martin’s schedules were written. So now, I was handling those stuff with my two hands. I don’t care about that woman; I only made coffee for Martin. Because both of my hands were busy, I didn’t knock at the door. Good thing the door was not locked.

It was like cold water poured on me when I got inside. My heart seemed to be stabbed by a big knife and then chopped. I dropped the mug I was holding, and it broke. The noise echoed, so I got the attention of two people who were busy doing something.

The woman stood up in surprise while Martin looked dismayed. I was just stunned by them. My world seemed to stop spinning.

“What the fuck? Don’t you know how to knock?” asked the woman while adjusting her skirt.

“S-sorry, I was carrying something, so I couldn’t knock.” My eyes fell to my feet when Martin looked in my direction.

His gaze was penetrating, and no emotion could be read but hatred.

“Bitch, you’re a nuisance, huh?” The woman screamed at the same time.

“Clean that up,” Martin ordered while adjusting the pants he was wearing.

My cheeks were red and hot when I remembered what had happened earlier.

“Go away, Channel. I have something else to do.” He was now facing the papers on the table. The woman approached him and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

Damn! Is it really necessary in front of me?

Because of the extreme irritation I felt for the two, I rudely picked up the broken pieces of the mug. Until I felt the piercing, sharp object. For a while, my finger was cut.

“Idiot,” the woman whispered. She was standing in front of me. The bag was already on, and it looked like she was about to leave. “Clean it up.”

I was about to answer when Martin suddenly spoke. “Go away, Channel. Let’s meet next week,” he said. 

The woman walked out. 

After a while, I took out the handkerchief that was in my skirt pocket. It turned out that the broken cup in my hand left a deep cut, which was why I was in so much pain and agony. I looked at my finger and noticed that the cut was very big and bloody. I shook my head and winced.

“What is that?”

I turned to Martin, who was seriously looking at my hand. 

“Ahm… n-nothing. Just excuse me, sir. I’m just going to get a mop.” I turned away and went to the nearest janitor’s area. There, I tried to stop the bleeding from my wound. I just closed my eyes in pain.

I later returned to Martin’s office. I was just as surprised when the mess on the floor was gone. Gone were the traces of coffee and blood. I looked at Martin’s table and saw him busy signing some papers.

I came closer. “Sir, w-who cleaned up the spilled coffee?” I tried to compose myself.

“It’s clean now, so get back to your place.” He didn’t even look at me.

“O-okay, sir. I’ll go ahead.” I left the office, even though my mind was full of curiosity.

***

My job on that day went by. As usual, Martin asked me to type what he dictated. It was a good thing I was good at typing fast because it seemed like Martin was always in a hurry. After that, I would go back and forth to sort out my messy papers on the table while he was in the meeting.

It was a good thing that my wound didn’t hurt too much. Thanks to the mefenamic acid I got at the clinic.

“Miss Joson, follow me,” said Martin when he left the conference room.

I immediately walked after the boss. “Yes, sir.”

“Lock the door,” he ordered, and I obeyed immediately.

“Sit down.”

I just sat in the chair in front of Martin’s table. I didn’t know where to look. I knew that his sharp eyes were looking at me again. 

A few more minutes passed before he spoke. “It’s been five years, Faith.” 

When he started talking, I suddenly felt nervous because I seemed to know how this conversation was going to go. 

“What happened to you, and why did you come back?” he asked me, letting out a fake laugh full of sarcasm. The anger could also be seen on his face.