Chapter 5
I blocked every possible way to contact Ethan Pierce, leaving all memories of him behind at his house.
Now I was completely alone.
The next day I received an offer and reported to that company.
The company was massive, rivaling Pierce Industries in scale. The CEO’s assistant led me to the office, briefing me on all
aspects of the CEO’s daily routine.
“The CEO has stomach problems. You’re hired specifically to ensure he eats regularly and nutritiously. As for your salary.
It’s this amount.”
The assistant took out a calculator, which mechanically displayed an 8 followed by four zeros.
Eighty thousand?
Just as I was wondering how difficult this CEO must be to warrant such a high salary, the assistant hurriedly instructed:
“The CEO is coming. Get him coffee – Americano, no sugar.”
I quickly put down my bag and rushed to the pantry.
As I carried the coffee to the CEO’s office, I glimpsed a familiar figure hunched over the desk.
Drawing closer, I nearly spilled the coffee in shock.
“Unclo?” I axclaimed in disbelief.
Alexander Pierce looked up, closed the document in his hands, and curved his lips into a smile. “You’re here.”
His gaze fell to the coffee in my hands, then he raised an eyebrow. “Added milk?”
At this, the assistant rushed forward to take the coffee, frantically explaining: “The CEO only drinks plain Americano, no
sugar or milk!”
But Alexander smiled and replied: “It’s fine. A change of taste occasionally isn’t bad.”
I watched as he took the coffee from my hands and drank it all.
Still dazed, I reached for the empty cup he was returning, but fumbled, Instinctively, my other hand moved to catch it.
In that moment, my fingers met his warm hands.
Our hands remained crossed and touching while the assistant hurriedly turned away.
“Uncle!” The voice came with the sudden opening of the office door.
Ethan Pierce froze at the sight of Grace Mitchell and Alexander Pierce in such an intimate position.
Shock flashed across his face, followed by anger.
I quickly stepped back, distanci
myself from Alexander.
“What are you doing?” Ethan’s tone turned severa.
An awful silence fall over the room, with the assistant barely daring to breathe.
Ethan suddenly lunged forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “What were you just doing?”
His grip hurt as I tried to pull away, but to no avail.
“How is it any of your business?” This response only made him grip harder.
I cried out, “That hurts! Ethan, you’re hurting me!”
In the next instant, a hand seized Ethan’s wrist, veins bulging prominently on its back.
Alexander spoke in a low voice: “Let go.”
Perhaps from Alexander’s painful grip, Ethan released my arm.
“Grace Mitchell, you’ve really done it now!” Ethan snarled at me before storming out.
