Chapter 3: How Dark Is It?
Zay sat right by the window, still trying to compose herself. It wasn't long before there was a knock on the windshield that made Zay organize her emotions to hide of chaotic thoughts. She rolled down the window of the car with its engine still running.
"What's wrong?"
"Boss, please come down for a moment. I have something to ask you," the driver asked Zay, smiling triumphantly and confident that Zay would be pleased with his efforts.
Zay got down, closed the car door and stared in surprise at to the driver, "What are you carrying? Where did you get a trolley like this?"
"Hehe, I got from the front there, Boss. We can bring Young Master using this trolley. How is my idea brilliant, right?" the driver asked back, he smiled widely ready to listen to Zay's words of praise.
Zay scrunched her waist in frustration. She didn't expect to face the lousy Ceo and her rather stupid men today.
"Did I make a mistake again, Boss?" The driver whose smile was scratching his head. He was innocently still asking questions that had an obvious answer.
"Fatal!" Zay waved a hand, taking a nonchalant attitude. She took the first step towards the apartment elevator to the basement. Zay shook her head while swearing incoherently.
"Boss, what about Young Master?" the driver called out anxiously. Zay left, leaving the driver at a loss as to what to do with the unconscious Vern in the car.
"Whatever, whether you carry or drag him, I don't care! I'll keep going until the 7th floor!" Zay exclaimed without turning around. She answered the driver's protest with a snarl.
The driver reached out, as if to stop Zay's steps. But he couldn't, because he had no power and was self-conscious that he was just a lowly worker who had to do what his boss said.
"Gosh, I'm so surprised. Why is the boss grumpy all day like a woman on her period!" The driver could only grumble, as he remembered Zay's constant nagging.
However, the driver's face suddenly changed strangely. He muttered, "A woman? Perhaps the Boss is indeed a ... Ahh, what about his gender? Damn forget it! have other important things to do."
Zay herself had already entered the elevator, she was thinking hard looking for a way to silence Vern's mouth. She was head down, leaning against the wall of the elevator. Zay's macho appearance attracted the attention of several apartment residents who happened to be riding the elevator with her.
The two fashionable women glanced at Zay while giggling, one of them said softly, "So handsome. Wow, so masculine! He must be great in bed."
"Hiihi, you're right. I'm willing to be kidnapped by him even if only for one night," said the woman who wore a high-breasted dress, she was wore a short half-thigh skirt that looked flirtatiously at Zay.
The sound of the elevator doors opening on the 5th floor, some of the people who were in the elevator came out. Probably because they were residents of the apartment on that floor. Meanwhile, Zay and the two women still stayed inside.
The two fashionable women giggled, taking the opportunity to approach Zay. The scantily clad woman greeted Zay like she was familiar, "Hi, handsome. You look very tired. Let's come to my apartment and spend this beautiful night together."
"Take it easy, I'm a massage expert. What do you think? It's interesting, right?" The woman whispered while sighing in the ear of Zay who was still bowing her head.
The other woman was even bolder, she held Zay's shoulders and caressed her face. She leaned in to whisper something to Zay, "The two of us can give you a massage plus great pleasure, try it! I'm sure you won't regret it."
Zay lifted her head as the elevator doors open, she gripped the hand of the fashionable woman who wanted to caress her chest saying firmly, "Take your hand away!"
Zay's refusal was obvious. Then jerking it with all her heartless vigor, she walked past the two women looking indifferent. Instead of being hurt, the two women were even more mesmerized. When Zay stepped out the door, they both shrieked, "Ohh, how dashing. Take us! Please, we want to be kidnapped by you!"
Zay shuddered in horror, she shrugged both shoulders when a woman had no respect for herself. She stepped quickly and hoped that she would not be chased by a woman who has no shame.
"Damn it! Why aren't they men? If they were men, I would have hit them right away!" Zay grumbled in annoyance. She was even more annoyed when she looked back to see the driver making her angry again.
"Boss, wait!" The driver exclaimed.
Zay clenched fist with a creepy look on her face and hurriedly approached the driver. She snapped angrily, "Hey, are you crazy!"
The driver caught his breath, he ran while pushing the trolley where Vern was lying on it. He stood up straight and bowed his head. He answred, "Forgive me, Boss. I can't carry the young master, so there's no other way to carry him."
"Fucking stupid! Quickly push him off and follow me before anyone else sees him!" Zay ran with her eyes busy searching for Vern's apartment number.
It had been almost 5 hours since Zay had been in so much trouble, now that she was inside the apartment. She sat on the sofa without taking her eyes off Vern who was still unconscious, lying on the sofa. Zay gulped down the alcohol in frustration.
"Boss, it's been almost 6 hour since the young master was unconscious. Do we need to call an ambulance?" the driver asked bravely, he didn't want to get in trouble at his new workplace.
Zay propped her elbows on hef spread knees, she bowed her head which was quite heavy from the alcohol. Zay waved her hand as a sign that he did not want to hear or fulfill the driver's request.
"Go away!" Zay ordered.
The driver was rooted to the spot, his mouth hanging open trying to argue with Zay's refusal. However, he gave up and chose to obey Zay's orders.
The soft sound of the apartment door closing. Zay lifted her head slowly it relaxed her a little. She leaned her body against the sofa, complaining, "Hust, 5 hours today is so hard!"
Zay covered face, she put her head back with her frantic thoughts without any solution to face Vern later. She muttered, "I'm not sure if I can successfully threaten the Vlodostok family's. Damn it, there are only two choices. Quit this job or apologize to Vern."
The second option could mean reconciling with Vern and admitting herself that she was a woman. Something Zay really didn't want to do, because it would only bring old wounds back to eat away at Zay's soul.
"Arggh! Damn it!" cursed Zay trying hard to resist the memories of the past from entering her mind. She clenched hands into fists, punching the sofa with all her might to drive away the dark memories.
As frustrated as Zay was, she was helpless in the face of her problems this time. What exactly had Zay gone through? How much did it hurt her bad memories to tell?
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone