The Alpha’s Dynasty

Maya

“Ahhh!” I screamed when I found Zane Carrington outside my door. He was leaning on the opposite wall just staring at the door. Quickly composing myself, I faced the CEO while Harry opened the door.

“Good evening, sir.” I said.

Saying he did not look pleased is an understatement. The man looked like he wanted to whip us both. I hoped he would not think we had been doing something other than work back in there.

“Mr. Smith,” he addressed Harry, I ignoring me like I was not even there. “What are you doing here?”

Fxck respect. If this man wasn’t going to show me simple respect by acknowledging my greeting, I was not going to respect him. I knew his type, jerks who think they’re God’s gift to women. Just because I greeted didn’t mean I was interested in him.

I glanced at Harry and felt like kissing him in front of that jerk just to prove a point but I remembered that I needed a job so just decided to walk away. He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t know why that annoyed me. Why did I want that jerk’s attention?

In the evening as I prepared my supper, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the weird events of that day. From that boy who had taken a photo with me, the moment I shared with Harry and then the worst part of my day, getting snubbed by the CEO. Sh! t. Did he know that I had a secret job? Was that why he was there and acted like that?

I placed the knife on the table and poured the chopped eggplants off the chopping board into a plastic dish. Next were tomatoes which weren’t ripe enough. I liked them that way. I was about to chop one into two when I heard the sound of my ringtone. Singing along to it, I headed to the living area.

“Hello,” I said after swiping the relevant icon. Grabbing the remote, I muted the television. The volume was low but this could be important. The line was quiet for a few seconds before I heard a deep voice speak. It sounded like it was normally not deep but the owner was making it seem so. “Check your messages.”

“Wha-” I stopped because of the beep that signaled an ended call. I opened the messages app and saw a multimedia message. There was a photo of me standing in front of the class at St. Felicity’s. The shock made me feel like all the energy I possessed has been sucked out of me. The phone slipped through my fingers and I slumped onto the couch. No. I couldn’t lose my job when my career was just kicking off. If I got fired, I’d not be able to get a good letter of recommendation so it’d be very hard to find another job.

I dialed the number that just called but it had been switched off. I didn’t think I’d be able to cook anymore so I stood up weakly and walked, almost lifelessly into the kitchen and turned off the gas stove. Rummaging in my snacks cabinet, I removed two bags of potato chips and took them with me to the couch. My bladder was complaining but I could not be bothered to do anything about it. I decided to lie down facing the ceiling then bended my knees. That way I wouldn’t feel the fullness of my bladder. It always works.

Who could’ve done this to me? First suspect was Kim. I didn’t understand why she hated me from the day we met when I had not done anything to her. Was that she was jealous of my position? Now she probably thought I got paid even at St. Felicity’s. That was if she was the one who took that photo.

Maybe Sara? Sara was the Financial Manager and she had hated me since I accidentally spilled hot coffee on her. Although she and I did not get along, I did not think she would go as far as having me followed. She didn’t usually mind other people’s businesses as long as they stayed out of her way.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

What about Harry? He had been curious about my movements lately and Kim said he disappeared on the previous Wednesday when I left. Though he didn’t leave that time, I wondered whether he hired someone to follow me. My relationship with him was quite bumpy at the start and with time we started being nice to each other. Now that I thought about it, he was the one that reached out to me. What if it was a plan to get to know my weaknesses?

I barely got any sleep that night as I kept thinking, tossing and turning. I had to rub my eyes for them to work in the morning. It felt like someone put sand in them.

Kim was at her work desk when I got to the office. For the first time, she had arrived before me.

“Morning,” she said with a smile too wide it was suspicious.

“Follow me,” I said, feeling certain that she was behind everything.

“What’s it, boss?” She said, crossing her arms in my office. I hated being called boss because it sounded like I was a head of a drug cartel or something. I ignored it because there are more important things to talk about.

“What are you up to?”

“I came to work just like you,”

“Listen here, you ill-mannered thing, I don’t want to play games with you.” Placing my bag on the table, I sat on the chair.

“Same. Can I get back to work now?”

“Yes,” I waited for her to close my door before breaking down into tears. If it was her, I had a feeling she would succeed. It seemed like she was the kind of person who would not give up until she was successful in getting what she wanted. I hated feeling out of control. I needed to fire that woman before things got out of hand.