Got On His Love Pirate Ship

As I walked out of Mr. Galer’s office, I heard people talking about me under their breath as I tried to fix my dress.

I hurried back to my desk, not saying a word. A middle-aged man’s voice came from behind me.

“Don’t pack up your things just yet. There’s a meeting at 5:30.”

A chorus of complaints buzzed.

Three hours later, in the restroom near the company, I vomited.

Brushing aside the disheveled hair, the mirror reflected a shattered and cold face.

It’s just this beautiful face that earned me the opportunity to be promoted after just a week of internship.

At the meeting, my colleagues chimed in with Mr. Galer’s praise of me. After Mr. Galer left, everyone started chanting, “Let’s go out for a treat!”

They chose the most expensive restaurant. Women sat to the side, mocking and ridiculing, while men crowded around, pouring drinks for me.

It was all routine for me.

When I left the restroom, the people in the private room had already left, leaving behind a mess.

I summoned the waiter and paid a large sum in cash from my pocket.

I am not short of money, because there are always men around me who force money on me just to get a taste of my beauty.

Exiting the restaurant, a car stopped as I raised my hand. I got in and opened the food delivery app.

A table full of delicacies, yet I didn’t take a single bite. My hunger grew.

After ordering, I closed my eyes and leaned back on the rear seat, my head spinning.

Alertness made me forcefully open my eyes, finding a pair of unfriendly eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Stop the car.” I saw the driver turning off the road to my house.

Silence reigned ahead; the car sped through the night.

Suddenly, the phone rang. I reflexively answered.

“Hello, your delivery has arrived. The security won’t open the door; please come down to pick it up.”

“Hey, Bro, I’m in the taxi now, you come to the intersection to pick me up.” I shouted into the phone, sitting up straight.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Ten minutes later, I stumbled down from the car, still shaken.