CHAPTER 8

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Goodness! Did I just touch his chest!?

Looking at him with my furrowed forehead, I saw him smiling at me.

What the hell is he thinking about? Crazy!

Clearing my throat, I moved my body away from him.

"Sorry," I coldly said in a whisper.

"It's okay, miss." He replied. I can see him smiling through the corner of my eyes.

What the hell is he smiling? Is he crazy?

But anyway, let's ignored him Zaira.

I look at the floor information and we are now on the 12th floor. Thank goodness and the 15th floor is near. I want to get out of here. It's suffocating.

13th floor...

14th floor...

15th floor... The lift sounded.

Finally!

The elevator door opened and the employees who had entered earlier on the 6th floor leave the lift one by one.

And when all of them finally got out, I walked over to the door to exit the elevator as well. I breathe in relief as I get out of the elevator. It's like I finally free to a tight box.

Anyway, I need to go to my meeting now. I was about to walk when a hand from behind grabbed my right arm and pulled me back inside the elevator before the door finally closes again.

What the hell!?

Of course, who else did that? None other than Kevin. And I saw him pressed the 25th floor button, the last floor of the building.

But, what the hell!? What does he think he is doing?

I give him a sharp look. "What the hell are you doing, stranger?" I asked, pushing him but I failed because he is holding me tightly. We are facing each other closely and our skin is touching.

Instead of answering my question, he just stared at my face with his puffy eyes as if he was examining every part of my face. And even if his mouth doesn't speak, I can read in his eyes that he misses me so much.

No. He misses that girl named Joy, so much.

Yes, that girl because I am not that girl - anymore.

But why... why my chest gets tightened and I feel the weight inside?

Why?

Do I miss him too?

No. Of course not. I don't miss him. No. I hate him and I have forgotten all the things related to him.

'I don't miss him,'

"Excuse me? What do you think you are doing? Let me..."

"I miss you..." He uttered which made me cut my sentence. He looked at me in the eyes. I saw a droplet of tears in his eyes. "I miss you, Joy," he uttered again, locking his eyes on mine.

I was left speechless. I couldn't open my mouth for a word. I felt heavier in my chest and a pang of pain that makes me want to tear up but I am doing my best to hold back my tears, not to show it to him, not to make everything obvious.

I want to slap him. After he abandoned me, he will say he misses me? Whom is he kidding for?

I hate him!

"Excuse me, stranger? What are you talking about? Can you let me go? Didn't you know that what you're doing is harassment? I can report you to the police!" I coldly said with an authority.

"Joy, it's me. It's me, Ke..."

"I am not, Joy!" I raised my voice a little. I pushed him for the second time and I successfully released my arms from his grip.

"You're crazy, stranger," I murmured and turned my back on him. I was about to press the button for the 21st floor so the door would open, but he pulled my arm again and made me turn around on him again.

What the hell!? He is seriously crossing the line!

"Do you know what you're doing? I will seriously report you..."

"Don't you remember me anymore?" He asked worriedly.

"Stranger, I don't really know you," I answer immediately. "So will you please? Let me go. You're doing a sexual harassment, you know that?"

He did not immediately respond to what I said. He stared at me for a while before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry," he let go of my arms.

When he said that word I felt even angrier with him because I felt that sorry was for the wrong he had done to me before and I can't forgive him.

"I'm sorry," he uttered again, slightly bowing his head. It was as if he realized that he approached the wrong person.

Well, yes he approached the wrong person.

"I will let you slide this time. But if you're going to cross the line again, I will report you to the police. Do you understand that? I hope you understand." After I said that to him I turned my back on him and got out of the elevator when it reached the 25th floor.

I will use the other elevator to get to the 15th floor.

Urgh, for sure I'm late for my meeting!

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KEVIN's POV

I didn't take my eyes off her when she got out of the elevator until the door closed again. Then the elevator goes down.

Tell me, I'm crazy but I am certain that she really is Joy - my best friend, my one and only woman. I won't stop until I get her back to me. No matter how long she tortures me, I will not give up on her. I will not let her go. Not again.

All of a sudden, my thoughts had stopped when my phone beeped. I took it out of my pocket and looked at who was texting me. As expected, it was Nathalia.

/Hey, where are you!? Hurry, before my client came. Hurry!/

I didn't reply to her and just waited for the elevator to get to the 15th floor.

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NATHALIA's POV

I sent Kevin a text but I did not receive a reply from him. Jeez. I thought he was already here? But why hasn't he come here yet? Did he use the stairs and it take long for him to get here? Goodness! Luckily, Mr. Laurent hasn't arrived yet.

Leaving my swiveling chair, I walked out of my office and walked to the elevator. I'll look for him outside because maybe something had happened to him there. He is not even replying to my texts.

When I got to the elevator, I pressed the button to open it. While waiting for the door to open, I dialed Kevin's number and was about to call him but suddenly the elevator on the right opened and I saw Kevin inside.

This jerk!

"Hey! I was about to call you. Anyway, why are you not replying to my text? What took you so long?" I asked him as soon as he get out of the elevator.

"Sorry, just something happened. Here's your flash drive." He handed me my flash drive and was going to speak when the door of the elevator on the left side opened. From inside, It was Zaira Lou who come out. She looked at me and Kevin.

Oh, she's here!

But wait, where is Pierre?

"Hi, Zaira!" I greeted her with a smile.

"Hi," she greeted me back, smiling.

"Are you not with Pierre?"

"Yes. As you can see Pie... I mean my fiance is not here so I will attend the meeting on his behalf."

"Oh! Your arrival is perfect! Shall we go?"

"Sure." She smiled at me.

"Okay." I looked at Kevin, "see you later," then I turned my attention to Zaira. "This way, please." Then the two of us walked to the conference room.

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