Chapter 6
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She looked at them waiting for anyone to object but nobody said anything.

What could they say? Lena Henderson. Their boss. 

She turned twenty-seven a few months ago.

Lena was not only breathtakingly beautiful, she also had curves that made heads turn. She was a perfect example of an enchantress.

No matter what she wore, be it plain or stylish she just has a way to attract attention without even trying.

She turned to the fancy of almost all the men in the office.

Not only was Lena beautiful with a curvy body, she was also the CEO of their company. This made the desire of most of the men to skyrocket.

Everyone desired to have her, for someone like her those thoughts would remain a dream for the rest of their life.

When they realised that she meant it, they pushed all the blame to Roman. To them he shouldn't have returned.

That month's bonus was the highest that had gotten so far. It was almost half their salary, losing it just like that was unacceptable.

Since they couldn't do anything to their boss they turned their attention to the only person they could attack.

Lena glanced at them, her gaze stopping at Roman's desk. He was still busy arranging his things inside the box like everything that was happening had nothing to do with him.

“Roman, to my office now.” The tenderness in her voice was evident.

He had planned on going to her office when he was done packing, going now or later was no different to him.

He stopped what he was doing and followed her into her office. The scent of cherries hit him the moment he stepped in.

The whole space was filled with Lena's perfume.

She motioned for him to take a seat as she went through her shelf to get some documents.

She stretched to reach the document causing her gown to lift up almost exposing her bum.

She ended up reaching it but it dropped to the floor, as she bent over to pick it up she ended up flashing her boobs at Roman. He had been seated there enjoying the show.

He sat up, breathing low. 

He knew he should have helped her get the document from the top shelf but he was too stunned by how sexy her legs looked.

He felt blood rushing from his head downward. He cleared his throat trying to force the images out of his head.

Lena thought he was thirsty so she horridly stood up and poured him a glass of water.

Roman drowned the glass in one gulp trying to calm his racing heart.

“I noticed you were packing earlier, do you want to quit your job?” Lena asked, staring at Roman.

He nodded in response, looking down at the empty glass in his hand. He did dare to look up for fear that he would end up staring at her boobs instead of her eyes.

It would be embarrassing if he was caught.

“You don't have to pay attention to them, just focus on your job.”

“I’m not leaving because of them, no one can make me leave..…”

Before he could finish, Lena cut him off, she really didn't believe that Roman was just leaving because he wanted. 

“In life we should focus on what we want and not let our decisions be influenced by people around us. Their words are there but the reality is yours. Live your life how you see fit, as for what others think it has nothing to do with you.”

Roman looked up from his glass and met Lena's gaze. He had worked under her for three years and the only thing he could say about her was that she was sweet and business minded. She was respectful. Not like Mira. Not like the rest. 

She did not appear to him as someone who could give life advice. He could see the goodwill behind her advice but what she thought was different from what was happening.

He tried explaining that it wasn't the case but Lena wouldn't let him speak.

“I know you're doing all you can to provide the best for your wife, I don't see anything wrong in you working as a garbage collector.” 

“Not my responsibility any longer.” He snapped with a frown. 

Lena’s brow furrowed. “Why? You guys had a quarrel?” 

“No, didn't you hear of the proposal…. from Mario?” He raised his eyes at her but she shook her head. 

“Not at all.” 

“I don't wanna talk about her though,” he said from a place of hurt. “But she opted for an open marriage, so she's now Mario's responsibility.” 

“Well, it's okay.” Her lips took a slight curve. “At least you're making an honest living. Don't let their insults make you give up your job, just so you know you're on the list of people I'd be promoting next month so I'd advise you not to quit.” 

Roman's face brightened. “You thought that about me?” 

“Yes. With how hardworking and dedicated you are you'd be earning as much as most managers in the company with your commission.”

“Wowww.” A proud smile rather than gratitude engulfed his lips. Lena was puzzled but suppressed it. 

Roman was impressed by her. 

“I know the position won't be easy but I've been observing you for a while now and I know that you're more than capable of handling this position.” She confirmed. 

“With an increase in your salary you won't have to work so hard everyday.”

Roman listened to her speak, he knew that he had different thoughts but cutting her off to explain himself would just make her try to persuade him.

To Lena her offer was too tempting to reject, she believed that she would be able to get Rowan to stay with her offer and also make him dedicated to the company.

She knew how capable he was and she wasn't ready to let him go.

Unfortunately imagination and reality are usually worlds apart. 

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