Page 9 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Repeating cars wasn’t something I liked. I had driven this one three nights ago. But as I settled in the backseat, I knew why I had chosen it.

Perhaps the memory formed here was one I wanted to relieve. Her warmth was-

… But my quest for discipline overpowered any stray desires.

Talking back at me wouldn’t be without consequences. Renee Walker should have known that.

Chapter Three

Renee

My office was large. Incredibly large. With greens decorating every corner.

It was also beautiful, equipped with sophisticated gadgets. Legal keyboard, smart pen, and even a pen scanner. I was positioned right in the center of efficacy.

Yet, all my boss seemed to assign me was to serve his coffee every three hours.

That was all.

No case to solve. No files to sort. Nothing.

I was simply forgotten until he decided he was thirsty. And I was losing my mind. Just three fucking days of working with him.

Releasing a frustrated sigh, I sank into my chair. Ten years ago, I’d have loved this. To do nothing and simply wallow in self-pity.

But this was a new me. Different from when I had just lost everything.

Ten years ago, I lost my parents. They were the only family I had, and we were happy. Until one day, Mother received a call from Dad’s office.

He was a construction worker and loved his job with all his heart.

Even if he knew it’d take his life, he would still love it as much. That’s how dedicated my father was.

I was in the dining room when Mom received the call. At first, I thought it was a random call, but when I heard her scream, I knew something was wrong.

I could still remember the horror in her eyes when she told me. Dad had died in an accident.

I hadn’t bothered to listen to the rest. A heavy log. Metal, perhaps, had fallen on him.

And before help could reach him, he was gone.

Just like that I became without a father. And six months later, an orphan.

Mom had also joined him. Her fragile heart couldn’t stand the pain of losing her love. In the blink of an eye, I became alone, unwilling to live.

Until I saw the light.

Dad had always dreamt of having a lawyer in the family. Mom was out of it because, well, she was a nurse. So, since I was the only child, I took up his wishes.

It was hard going on alone. Many times, I’d thought of going to meet my parents. But that solitary wish became my purpose.

Now, here I was. Through the odds and many debts. Serving coffee to an arrogant prick.

Suddenly like I had summoned him, the telephone started buzzing. I knew it was him. So I decided in that minute that my nails were more important than the call.

I brought my fingers to my face and began inspecting.

No. I wasn’t being mean and I certainly valued my position in the company. But a missed call wouldn’t hurt.

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