3) Fifteen days!


    Grace''s pov


    After taking shower i finally came out of the washroom. My eyes are burning after crying, i am used to it


    by now.


    I wore dress and got ready for the work. No matter how much I hate it, i can''t stop working for him


    otherwise he will destroy us within seconds. My heart burns whenever I thought about my situation. It


    feels like I am drowning in a bog, i am trying to hold on something to survive, trying to breath but


    everything is slipping from my hands like wet mud. It''s suffocating.


    Wiping my tears I did my hair and tried to hide his marks. My neck is full of hickeys.


    I wore my old blue dress which is decent enough for office. I am getting short of clothes but shopping is


    thest thing which I should do right now. I can''t do it when I have mountain of debt on my head.


    Sighing I walked downstairs, we have small two story house which is actually not in very good


    condition. I don''t have money to renovate it. I feel very bad when I see crispy walls and broken


    furniture.


    My stomach growled in hunger, I have to eat something afterst night. I feel weak. As usual


    disappointment shed on my face when I opened the freezer. It''s empty, what was I expecting. I don''t


    even have enough money to buy groceries. After paying the installments of loan i only get one


    thousand dors in my hands from which I have to manage house expenses and other basic things.


    I made coffee for myself and sat at the dining table. Looks like it''s my only meal today.


    I just hope it ends soon. It''s been three and half months I am doing this, 15 days more and it will be


    over. I will be free from him.


    "Good morning"


    Dad said whileing inside. Where did hee from? Was he out whole night?


    "I went for a walk..."


    He said while sitting beside me.


    "I brought this sandwich for you... I know there is nothing in the freezer."


    "Thanks"


    I really needed it.


    "Grace, how is it going?... Are you doing okay?"


    He asked sadly.


    "I know It''s____"


    "Dad, i am fine"


    I trailed off.


    "Everything will be fine within few days... I am gettingte, i should leave"


    I said and walked out. He doesn''t know what I am doing to pay his loan. I can''t meet his gaze, i feel


    ashamed.


    Releasing a heavy sigh i started walking towards the Office building. It''s on half an hour distance, i


    can''t waste money on cab or bus so I take a walk everyday. It''s a cold day today, it''s not snowing yet


    but soon it will. Christmas used to be my favourite but this time I am not even a bit excited for it.


    After half an hour I am finally standing in front of his office building. I walked inside, trying to ignore


    N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    regr employees.


    I walked through digital security and went to the 2nd floor where all employees are already working.


    Everyone looks rxed which shows that he haven''te to the office yet.


    I wish he Don''te today, my day will be less stressful.


    Suddenly everyone got alert and quietly took their ces, air around me got tensed and i know who is


    the reason behind it.


    All flour went pin drop silent. I am the only one who is standing in Middle of the way.


    I decided to look up but those familiar shiny expensive shoes came in my view and I dropped the idea.


    I am not going to look in his eyes, never.


    ''anything but not eyes Grace... Not eyes.''


    I warned myself.


    I kept my head low, I am too scared to do something. I want to run from his site but it feels like my legs


    are Frozen. I don''t want him to insult me in front of everyone.


    But sometimes I force myself to think does he even remember my face, why would he? I am just a


    random girl who is warming his bed for money. I know his thinking won''t be good about me. He must be


    thinking so low of me. Will he recognise me if he sees me outside of his bedroom and office cabin.


    Does he even recognise my face?


    I gulped when he walked passed by me. he didn''t even spare me a nce, like i am a stranger, like he


    wasn''t fucking the life out of me entire night. Not like i was expecting him to greet me but how can he


    be so normal while I am dying every second. I closed my eyes as his scent teased my senses and


    remind me of every night which I have spent with him. He has strong additive scent but for me it''s


    another thing which presence scares me.


    He must have went to his cabin because now I can hear chattering and murmuring of people.


    "God, he is so handsome"


    One of the girl eximed.


    "Trust me I would have leave this work long time ago but he is the only reason why I am here."


    Another one said.


    Oh, only if you knew girl. I internally scoffed at her.


    "Exactly... I mean am look at him. He will put some vogue model to shame..."


    Another one joined the conversation.


    "He is such a daddy material... He makes me wet just by his looks, damn... He must be very good in


    bed, have you seen his personality."


    Ohh, yes i have seen everything and I''ll be very happy to change my ce with her.


    "Have you ever been to his cabin?"


    One of them asked other one.


    "Sadly no... Only his secretary is allowed other than Mr. Gomez."


    One of them answered.


    "No there is one more..."


    Someone said and I looked at them, they all were looking at me.


    "This girl... I don''t know exactly what she does but i think she stays in his cabin whole day."


    "She is his personal ountant... Mr. Gomez once told me."


    Another one answered.


    Before they call me I rushed towards his cabin. I don''t want to deal these wild cats. They will eat me


    alive.


    I took a deep breath and pressed the red doorbell, when it turned green I hesitatingly opened the door


    and entered.


    He was sitting in his chair and thankfully Mr. Gomez was sitting in front of him.


    "Good morning..."


    I mumbled and silently sat on the sofa.


    As usual Mr. Gomez just nodded at me and he behaved like i am invisible. He never greets me back,


    he doesn''t even acknowledge my presence until and unless it''s for sex.


    I kept my purse aside and picked up the documents which were on the coffee table. This is where I


    work everyday. I don''t have seperate table or ce where I can work freely. I work in front of him.


    I once asked Mr. Gomez about it and he said that it''s a confidential work. I am dealing with his personal


    ounts and they don''t want to take any risk. And I can understand it, he has lot of ck money. The


    money he earns within one minute, I can''t earn it in my whole life. He is beyond the definition of Rich.


    What I have to do is convert his ck money into white and keep his ounts away from the radar of


    Ie tax department.


    The loan which my father has taken from him is nothing for him, he can earn it back just in one second


    still he is ying with our lives for it. Does it entertain him?


    "I''ll take your permission now, chief"


    Mr. Gomez stood up to leave.


    "See you around Grace... Did you have breakfast?"


    He looked at me.


    I don''t know why but he asks me this everyday and sometimes he brings me lunch and dinner. Why


    does he care if I am eating or not?


    "Yes, Mr. Gomez... Thank you."


    I replied.


    He gave me nod and walked out. I don''t know if I should hate this man or be grateful that he is helping


    me in this work. He is close man of Dominick Moretti and has been helpful towards me but still he is his


    man and they all are criminals.


    I still remember how Mr. Gomez offered me this work and till now I am thinking if I have made the right


    decision or not by listening to him.