Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 46: Get Out!
"Get out!"
Everyone in the office froze, exchanging gazes with each other, not certain who exactly he was talking to.
Anne, however, knew fully well that he was talking to her. ππ³π¦ππ€ππ£π―β΄π·π¦π.πππ
What had she done to him this time? Why was he sending her out?
That time, heβd told her to stay away from him, to not show her face anywhere near him, and sheβd obeyed. She ran from him the minute she saw him just to avoid him. But then all of a sudden, heβd followed her and even asked how she dared to walk away while he was talking to her, and now he was telling her to get out of his office as if she wanted to be here.
Was this man bipolar?
What was with his sudden mood swings and change of attitude?
Everything she did seemed to annoy him.
All she had to do was be in front of him and he would get angry... no, actually, the other day sheβd walked away but he still got angry.
Something was really wrong with this manβs brain.
Someone should get him checked.
And why was it that... he only ever looked at her with such furious eyes?
She was clearly not the only one in the office right now, but she was definitely the only one receiving his rage.
"Sir, who...?" Cynthia began to ask but was uncertain whether to complete the question or not.
The boss was quite normal today. Well, at least he was before these two people arrived. Now his eyes looked like he wanted to bury someone alive.
Though he was very good at changing moods, and sheβd seen every possible mood this man could have, this kind of deep annoyanceβsheβd never seen him direct it at anyone before.
Cynthia thought about asking the two ladies to just leave for now, but before she could say anything, one of them had spoken up.
"If you dislike seeing me so much, why did you agree to pick me for the project? There were clearly other employees in my department, so why was I called in?"
Cynthia turned her neck to glance at the girl whoβd just spoken, with surprise.
Wasnβt this girl scared of her bossβs eyes?
All Andrew had to do was look at her and she would forget words even exist, but this girl was actually talking back to him. Did they know each other before this?
At her words, Andrew narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger appearing within them.
There was usually a very thin line before heβd snap.
"Clara assigned me to this because she trusted me, and Iβm only here to do my job. So Mr. Sterling, Iβll have to ask you to please be professional and let me do my work. However, Iβll make sure to keep away from coming anywhere near your office in the future." Anne kept her tone respectful. However, internally she just couldnβt understand this man at all.
To think she had associated him with the masked person.
One had told her to come to the manor whenever she desired, and this one was always finding a reason to scowl at her.
Though if she thought about it deeply, the masked person also seemed to have mood swings.
Just like that nightβafter what happened between them, by the next morning he was cold and indifferent to her. Perhaps that was why sheβd strongly suspected them to be the same person, but in truth, they just had similar personalities.
However, if she were to compare it closely, Andrew Sterling was certainly worse.
Cynthia desperately wanted to tell this girl to just run. She didnβt know the kind of fire she was playing with.
Nobody talks back at Andrew Sterling.
"So you like working, donβt you?" he suddenly spoke, his deep voice resonating with a quiet darkness.
Slowly, he rose from his seat.
He walked with the ease of a predator, dangerously approaching Anne, who felt like being swallowed into the floor.
She felt the urge to step back as he began to close in on her, but she tightened her fist and stood her ground, even as the air got harder to breathe due to his suffocating aura, even as the temperature chilled rapidly.
"Since you like to work so bad, Iβll indulge you."
He suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her along. Without looking back, he left these words to Rebecca, who stood like a statue.
"Tell Clara Iβm borrowing her employee for the day."
"Where are you taking me? I can walk on my own!" Anne protested, trying to free herself from his grip, but it felt like struggling against an immovable mountain.
He shoved her into the elevator and went in too.
Standing tall and intimidating next to her, he released her hand.
Anne rubbed the part of her arm where heβd just been gripping. The skin around it had turned slightly red due to her pale complexion.
The man didnβt seem to have any trace of softness for the fairer sex. Why would he grab a woman with so much force?
Any harder and he would have broken her arm.
Anne sighed, stealthily gazing up at the manβs rigid profile as the numbers of floors on the elevator changed in a descending order.
There was a stiffness to his jaw, as if he were gritting his teeth and holding his breath.
This made Anne a bit surprised as she snuck another peek at his face just to confirm.
He really did seem to be holding his breath.
What was wrong with him?
Did she stink?
Anne even went as far as to sniff herself, but she smelled perfectly fine.
When her gaze lowered to his hands, she saw his veins bulging out powerfully, his fist tightly clenched.
The only thing she could feel, radiating off this man in powerful waves, was hatred.
It felt like the absolute last place on earth he wanted to be was anywhere around her.
Just what had she done to this man?
Did he really... dislike her this much?
The elevator dinged and opened on a lower floor, and he grabbed her once more, dragging her along like a ragdoll.
She noticed he was headed to the workersβ room where the company cleaners stayed.
The moment he pushed the door open, countless eyes fell on him in shock, everyone scurrying to stand in perfect order as they all echoed a greeting in unison.
"Director Sterling."
He kept a cold gaze as he said,
"Everyone out. Youβve been granted a leave for today."
The workers all looked at him stunned.
Anne also couldnβt help but be surprised.
Why was he sending away all the workers, and what did that have to do with her?
