I could only bite my lips. I had no words to say. He stared at me for a minute and then asked in a frustrated voice, "Jenny, are you going to tell me or not?"
Finally, I took a deep breath and replied, "Sir, I have a question. If we hadn't done a good job, why would he have thrown a success party for all of us yesterday?"
Yes, it was true; just yesterday, he had hosted a success party. He had even delivered a speech expressing how proud he was of us. And now, suddenly, he believed he was wasting his money on us?
Impossible!
Peter gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Jenny Gomez, it wasn't you who handled the big project. It was Shallie Campbell and her team's hard work that secured projects from other companies.
Her year of dedication brought significant success to the company's relationships with others. That’s why he threw us the party. You understand that you are also part of Public Relations, but you haven’t achieved a single target on time. Yet, you still managed to get into the party. Don’t you feel ashamed of that?"
I pursed my lips. Peter clearly knew that I was actually a hardworking and sincere employee. He was aware of the reasons I had been an average employee for the last two years. Still, he was yelling at me.
Fine! I understood that my mother was ill, and nobody in this world would understand my situation. Did he expect me to have his work done on time? Okay! I would give it my all.
I wiped my tears and said, "Sir, this is the last time I’m asking for an extension. I won’t do it again. I will complete all my work within two days."
Peter clenched his fist tightly. He said angrily, "Okay, I’ll give you two days. But I want you to finish. If not, then you won’t need to come back to the company!"
After saying this, he turned back to his computer, clearly indicating that he didn’t want to talk to me anymore.
I silently bowed my head and left.
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Before going to my desk, I entered the washroom and looked at my face. My eyes were teary, and my face was red. WHY?
Why, Peter, why?
I had given him my first night. Why was he talking to me like this? He knew my mother was on the brink of death. I had so many tensions in my life. Yes, I understood that he wasn’t me; that’s why he wouldn’t understand my situation at all.
I washed my face and tried to make it look normal. Finally, I squeezed out a smile and said, "Jenny, you should know that God loves you so much, and He knows your capabilities. That’s why He is giving you a tough life, different from others.
But if you lose hope, God will be angry. So, smile brightly and do your work.
YOU CAN DO THIS!"
I smiled repeatedly and left the restroom. I left the pink file behind and started working on the new projects. I decided that I would stay in the company and work hard.
I have to finish the tasks; otherwise, I would lose my job. I need to do this for my mother. Yes! I will do it.
I planned to finish international projects at night and national projects during the day. I made my plan and started calling everyone. Since childhood, I had been blessed with the ability to convince people. This was my talent, and that’s why three of my projects became successful by 5:30 p.m.
But I still needed to finish others as well. I had already emailed the Green Company regarding the pink file, but I needed to meet them face-to-face. So, that was postponed until tomorrow.
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8:00 p.m.
It was late at night, and everyone was leaving one by one. I was happy that I could now work in peace. So far, I had finished eight projects, and no one was happier than me.
But there was still a fear: what if the hospital called me to come in?
It's okay, Jenny. Don’t think negatively!
My throat felt dry, so I took my empty water bottle to the cooler area. The cooler is situated in the corner of the floor, making it generally an empty area.
I was wearing a pair of shoes, so my feet made no sound while walking. As I approached the cooler, I heard a voice saying, "I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, Daisy. I am really sorry."
I paused, not daring to take another step. I could clearly hear that it was Peter begging. I heard a sobbing voice; it must be Daisy.
Why was she crying? And why was he apologizing? I didn’t know, so I tried to listen carefully.
"Daisy, what happened yesterday really messed with my mind. I’m not that type of person. I believe someone mixed something in my drink. We’ve known each other for three years. Do you think I’m that type of person?"
Daisy continued to cry.
I strained to hear more. He continued, "Daisy, I’m really sorry. I’ve never tried to flirt with any woman in my life. I’m a man raised in a good family. So, what happened yesterday, I will take the blame for. You can choose whatever you want.
If you want to sue me, I will happily accept. Although I will try to fight back, claiming someone mixed something in my food, yes, I am your culprit. I deserve punishment."
Peter was right. In three years, he had never flirted with any woman. He had always respected everyone, whether they were men or women.
Moreover, he had a friendly nature with a charming smile.
I believed he had tried to propose to me, but he had never said it directly. It was just a hint. Maybe he didn’t mean it, and I misunderstood him.
But even if he had proposed, he had never forced me to accept. If it weren’t for the fact that I had someone else in my life, I would have accepted his proposal back then.
It had been more than six months since I assumed he never came to propose to me secretly. But now, everything was done between him and me. Now, why did I care whether he had tried to propose to me back then or not?
I was just trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, I heard a sentence that sent me into an abyss.
"Daisy, if you still trust me, I want to tell you that I will make sure to pamper you all my life. I want to take responsibility. I want to marry you."
What? What? What? What? What?
How could he marry Daisy? He was obviously mine. And what responsibility was he talking about? I knew it was only me he had slept with. I remembered that after we were done, I had fallen asleep in his strong arms, and he hugged me back then.
If he had been there with me the whole night, why was he trying to apologize to Shallie?
For a moment, I thought my head was going to explode. But suddenly, I heard another sentence...