married for a year

ANITA'S POV I glance at the photo of my boss and other information about him on my laptop while I grunt angrily and spin my chair around my little office. As much as I would want to heed Milissa's counsel, I am quite apprehensive. I'm anxious about my boss. I was concerned about his opinion of me. I was scared he would reprimand me for being careless since he had previously done so. I'll still give it a go however. He has to assist me. My grandmother's attendance at my white wedding and my children's visits while I'm at work are two things I hope she will live long enough to experience. If I don't inform my employer about the apparent support I need, how can I make sure Granny survives? Where can I locate the cash the doctor requested from us? Will my grandma be around when I get married in four or five years? As I ponder to myself about the handsome guy I met at the club Milissa and I visited last week, I curl my straight black hair and close my eyes. I believed I had finally found myself a rich, gorgeous partner until I was forced to blow him off at the bar. Gosh! I was quite guilty. I assumed that was the end of it and was delighted to have had my first s****l experience, but as he continued to talk about how much he liked it, I realized that I needed to go. He likes having s*x, thus he enjoys hitting women. The buzzing sound of the intercom jolts me awake. I pick up the intercom and stoically swivel back in the chair. Thanks to Jones, my employer, I've learned to put all of my troubles on hold while I'm at work. He detests slackness. Since he hates employees who make errors, I used to sometimes wonder why I hadn't been fired. Over the intercom, he yells, "Ms. Rebecca," startling me into the here and now. I provide a "Yes, sir" response after listening carefully. I want to remain informed about everything. Come immediately now to my office, he orders firmly. He gets up the phone before I can answer, and I follow suit after taking a time to gather myself and take a few deep breaths to prepare myself to discuss my issues with him when I ultimately visit his office. I only want to make sure he enjoys himself. Whether or if I properly adopt Milissa's proposals today will determine the course of action. If he doesn't help me, I'll be obliged to search for Robert, the guy who likes nasty women. I leave my office right away and go over to my boss's place of business. An hour ago, I went to give him coffee, but he hardly gave me a glance. I'm not sure why he wants my help at this particular moment. He keeps in touch with me often and informs me of all I must accomplish, except for any urgent matters. My heart is racing as I softly tap the door from outside. I entered after receiving a "Yes" from him. I notice him writing on a sheet of blank paper while his laptop is open in front of him. He seemed to be engaged. He probably dislikes interruptions while he's working. What does he want? I say, "I'm here, sir," and he turns to face me. "Sit!" He motions for me to go to the chair next to his enormous desk, which is crammed with paperwork. He continues with an angry scowl as he turns his attention to me and says, "Fred sent an email, and you didn't let me know about it." I choke down a knot and silently berate myself for delaying getting to work so I could spend time looking for his contact information online. I did not see the emails. As I respond, I stammer, "I checked the mails before leaving work on Saturday, so I guess it just came in this morning." My lap-side hands shake. They are sweating because I'm nervous. He didn't seem to be persuaded. Have you missed working at your place of business?I have."What have you been doing recently? He carries it out officially. He normally replies by shouting at me, so I'm surprised that he hasn't done so today. Does this represent hope? Should I keep discussing my problems with him? I follow his directions in order to get the file he requests. Check your email before you start working on this document. Please sort them alphabetically before emailing him this file, and then respond to his email. By midday, I must have them. I politely say, "Ok, sir," and take the paper away from him. In answer, he nods and adds, "Good." "At this time, you are free to depart." I nod and get up, debating whether to let him know about my nervousness now or after I do my first assignment for the day. "What? Why are you still around? He has the pen in his hand and is looking up at me. I shrugged and decided to give up on my confidence. acknowledging guilt and saying "I'm sorry." I stop moving and close my eyes when he shouts "Wait" in a firm, steady voice. I'm attempting to get more guts and confidence. I have to finish this. Grandma needs this. I walked back and lowered my head. Sir, I want to share something with you. A pause is made. He doesn't say anything, so I flinch my ears. Why is he silent? He just glances at me while keeping his two hands slightly below his jaw. I decided that I would go on.Hmmm…I fumble over my words as I mutter, "Sir, I need your favor."My grandma needs surgery to get her legs straightened. I have to give the doctor a down p*****t. "What do you want?" is a question. He interrupted me out of frustration. Before I talk, I take a deep breath in and say a quick prayer. $20 000 is required for the operation. I would want to borrow money from the business and pay it back with my income. He appeared shocked, so I wonder whether he'll help out. You want p*****t for the whole next year. I'm reeling from the truth. Even math was not my strong suit. Will I need to earn enough money to pay my grandma's salary for a whole year? Wow! I nod modestly. He leans back in the chair and gives me a serious look as he carefully examines me. I turn aside for fear that if our eyes establish eye contact, he won't want to assist me since his eyes are penetrating me so deeply. My heart started to race with excitement. I'll be going by myself. He either will help or he doesn't. He just has to choose yes or no. I won't let whatever he says bother me; it won't have a major impact on the cosmos. I'll just go with what I decide in the end. transform becomes Robert's s*x object. The words "I will help you" stunned me to the point that my heart stopped. I'm going to start sobbing from gratitude and joy over it. I hope your new year is fantastic! I say a quiet prayer. "Thank you, sir," I politely replied as a smile rolled over my face. God's favor is with you, Mr. I really appreciate it. a dispute? But there is a condition related to it, he says as he stops me and maintains a blank look. What situation? I question myself when I purse my lips. My heart rate increases once again. My heart feels like it could shatter from how fast it is racing. He says, "I want you to be my wife," firmly and without any hesitation. I need a minute to take in all he just said. I take it all in, then I open my lips and scream in terror. "What?!" He sometimes nods "Yes." But it will only endure for a year. "What?!"