You have to help me..

Chapter 7

~ Christain Forbes ~

Pale blue eyes peered into mine as we sat across each other. The dark circles under her eyes indicated she's been deprived of a good sleep maybe.

'What do you have to say?' I urged her to speak.

Her lips pressed into a thin line before she spilled it. 'I'm having problem at the hospital'.

My brows furrowed and I rested my elbow on the desk, leaned on it to have a closer look at her facial features. 

'Why?'

She rolled her eyes, her perfectly pouted lips nibbling against each other.

'You should know better than anyone else'

I cussed under my breath when the realization dawned on me.. that son of a bitvh. It's like he's got some nerve after all the wrongs he did. 

'I'm sorry this is happening to you but my father informed me he already took care of things, so, he shouldn't bother you anymore…' I trailed off. 

'Well, he's a difficult man, Mr. Dylan. He's threatening to fire me. He wouldn't even let me engage in any hospital activity. He's making everything difficult for me..' she lamented tearily.

I pushed down the guilt I felt that instant.

'I'm sorry, Miss. I promise I'll do something about it' I assured her. 

'When? I need something to be done as quick as possible. I don't want to be doomed. This is my career, my future!' she cried out. The tense atmosphere I sensed when I first saw her by the door spread around the atmosphere again.

I straightened on my seat and said casually. 'If you want me to take the position from him, all you need is to spill it. I mean, you're the one still stopping us from taking legal actions'

She nodded. 'I'll be expecting a feedback soon..'

'I'll make sure he doesn't mess with you anymore' I promised and flashed her a reassuring smile.

The office door busted open unexpectedly and my guard surfaced, panting hard.

I jumped to my feet, immediately at alert.

'What is it?'

'He's here to see you..'

'Who?' I pestered.

'The c….'

I heard nothing more from him as a bulky, tall man walked into my office.. out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the nurse stiffen and tremble at the sight of this man, Like she's had a fearful encounter with him before. I focused my attention on him. Why do I sense foreboding….

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The office was devoid of all humans except for the two of us. I could sense the rage coming off his aura, the hatred he harbors towards me through his expression. 

I searched my mind, wondering whether or not I've met this man before, happens I do not know him but why do I sense so much familiarity?. 

'Good morning, Misterm how can I help you?'' I took the initiative to start up a conversation with him.

'Ha ha ha' he laughed, walked up close to where I stood. 'Hey there. It's kinda sad I've not been introduced to you..' 

'You can as well do that yourself' I shot back, displeased by how sinister he was acting..

He took long strides to one of the sofas and sat on it,. unbothered.

'Don't you feel like you've met me before?' he asked, crossing his right leg over his left, his confidence top notch. He acts like he's got a right to me, a right to my personal space.

However, My intuition grew stronger as he mentioned that. I knew it.. I've met him before. His aura is so darned familiar but it's frustrating that I can't recall his face or under which circumstance we met.

'You obviously aren't sure of your words.' I chose to play naive, hoping he'll bring me close to an answer.

'Good gracious… you're dumber than I thought, Christain Forbes' he scowled.

Christain Forbes… the name repeatedly rang in my head till it finally hit. My veins pulsed in my ears and temple. I bared my teeth, pointing an accusing finger at him as it all flooded back.. the small room, abduction, threats… 'It was you, wasn't it?' I questioned quietly, needing his words to affirm my thoughts.

He spread both arms wide apart, his lips curled into a lopsided grin. 'Yes, Christian. You got that right' .he responded with utmost calmness, almost making me lose my nerves!.