Page 103 of Trapped with my Grumpy Boss

Vivian’s smile widens, and I can see the genuine happiness in her expression. “I’m so happy for you, Jessy. You deserve all the success in the world,” she says warmly.

After catching up with Vivian, I caught a cab back to my apartment, and on my way, I decided to text the girls in our group chat, giving them the good news.

Me: Hey girls! Guess what? I got the job!

Bianca: OMG, Jessy, that’s amazing!! Congratulations!!

Chloe: Wow, that’s fantastic news! So proud of you, Jessy!

Me: Thank you so much, guys! I’m really excited about it!

Bianca: We should celebrate tonight! Drinks on me!

Chloe: Yes, let’s do it! I’m in need of a girls’ night out!

Me: Aw, you guys are the best! I’d love to, but I actually have plans with Ethan tonight.

Bianca: Ooh, fancy! Well, have fun, Jessy! We’ll catch up soon!

Chloe: Yeah, enjoy your date, Jessy! We’ll celebrate another time!

Me: Thanks, girls!

I spent the rest of my day talking on the phone with Mom and watching reality TV shows.

At five, Ethan texts me, letting me know he had already booked a reservation for us for seven. I jump off of my couch, running to my closet to pick out what I’m going to wear.

I spend the next thirty minutes searching for what to wear, and after almost turning my closet upside down, I finally settled on a short red wrap dress and black strappy heels.

I put on a Beyonce playlist on my phone as I step into the shower, where I make sure to shave my legs and wash my hair well.

A few minutes to seven, as I style my hair, I get a text from Ethan letting me know he will be sending his driver over to pick me up.

I’m applying the finishing touch on my makeup when I hear a knock on my front door, and I grab my purse, heading out to meet Ethan’s driver. But when I open the door, the blood on my face immediately drains.

Ethan’s driver isn’t the one standing outside my door.

As I hastily step back, my heart races in my chest, a rush of emotions flooding over me at the sight of Lysa standing on my doorstep.

She looks determined, her expression unreadable, and I can’t help but feel a surge of apprehension.

How does she know where I live?

“Lysa...what are you doing here?” I manage to stammer out, my voice betraying my surprise.

She doesn’t waste any time with pleasantries. Instead, she steps forward, her eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “We need to talk, Jessica,” she says, her tone firm.

“We have nothing to talk about. I will advise you to leave…”

Before I can even finish my statement, she withdraws a gun, it’s cold metal glinting in the dim light of the hallway.

A gasp escapes my lips as my eyes widen in shock and terror. “Lysa, what are you doing?” I plead, my voice trembling with fear.

But she doesn’t answer, her expression cold and unreadable as she levels the gun at me, her grip steady and unwavering.

Panic grips me as I take another step back, my mind racing with a million thoughts all at once.

Before I can even comprehend what’s happening, Lysa grabs my arm roughly, her grip like a vise, as she forces me back into my apartment.

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