Married To My Enemy #E-AWARDS2017

Finding my enemy

Jes POV

I looked at the foreigner, Austin, who ran to the stair case and went near his car and drove away.

I looked at my knee where he put his handkerchief on and found myself smiling. I have a lot of friends but never in my life somebody cared about me. It was stange.

Suddenly, I remembered that foreigner's name. The foreigner's game is Austin and the person who I am looking for so many years to murder is also Austin. Could these two be same person?

I needed to find out.

Flashback start

"Jes, you are born to murder you own husband," I heard my step mom said.

I was only 8 years old. I looked at my step mom in confusion.

"Every woman dreams of living with her husband and making her husband happy with her love, but you are not one of those girls," my step mom said. "The only mission you have in your life is to murder your own husband."

"But . . ."

"Did you heard me, Jes?!" my step mom yelled.

I was scared as I nodded.

"Your husband's name will be Austin. Austin Tennyson. And from today, you will be trained to murder him," step mom said.

Flashback end

I was stunned. Austin?

I needed to find out that is the foreigner the same person who I am suppose to hurt or not?

I began to ran towards my house. My house was far but I needed to run to home. My knee was hurting. My knee kept bleeding more. I didn't care. I needed to find out that the man who helped me today is my enemy or not.

I rushed to my house and ran to the gym where all the bows and arrows were. Target were also in the gym. The target had my enemy's picture on it. I ran to the target and look at the target and saw my enemy's photo.

The photo was same. I was stunned. That means . . . Austin is my . . . enemy?

"Jes?" I heard my step mom saying from behind.

I looked behind and saw step mom. "mom . . ."

"Jes, why are you holding Austin's photo . . . oh, did you find him?" mom asked.

I wanted to tell her that I found Austin. I finally found our enemy but I remembered how Austin held me on his arms as he climbed the staircase. Memories of Austin . . . of how he bandaged my knee popped into my head. I wanted to tell mom that I finally found our enemy but what came out of my lips instead was, "No, mom."

Mom sighed. "Jes, you know you are suppose to take revenge on Austin, right?"

I nodded.

"If already talked to Austin's mom. Austin mom is my friend. Well, I don't think of her as my friend but, I needed to be finds with her so that I can talk to her about you. She informed me that Austin got agree to meet you. Right now, Austin is in Japan. If you find Austin, Jes, make sure he doesn't suspect you," step mom said as I nodded.

"I know, mom."

"Jes, also, did you forget that today you are suppose to be in your stealing mission?" Step mom said.

"Stealing mission?" I asked.

"Jes, for the past 5 years, you have been steeling money from the Tennyson company. That is why the company has such low profit. Anyway, I need you to continue that stealing. Today, at midnight, I want you to steal every money from the Tennyson company," step mom said.

"Yes, mom. I understand," I said.

The next day . . .

Austin POV . . .

Back to the hotel . . .

I dresses as an employee and wore nerd fake glasses and made my hair look like a mess. I wore normal tshirt and pant. I looked myself in the mirror. I did seamed like a nerd . . . A simple boy.

I smirked. I needed to go to the Tennyson company, after all that is the company that I own. Once I go to the company and work as a employee, I am sure I will find out why our company's profit is so low.

I got out of the hotel and drove to the office.

I entered in the office and saw everybody working. A felt somebody pushed me as I tripped on the floor.

"Ouch," I said as I looked at the person.

"Hey nerd boy! You seamed to be new to the office," that person said.

"Yes, I am,"I said, trying to be pretended to be shy. Is that how these employee talk to the new staff?

"Well, first stood upright," that man said.

I sighed as I stood upright and looked at him.

"So, what position are you in for this company?" That man asked.

"Um . . . A regular stuff, sir," I said. Good, atleast my acting is okay.

"A regular staff?" That man laughed. "Well, what better I could expect from a nerd type of boy like you? Anyway, I am Mr. Oscar," he said. "This company's manager."

Manager? Wow, I didn't know my company has such an unmannered manager. But, I need to see is these people actually work or not. "Well, Mr. Oscar, actually today out Company's ceo, Mr. Austin Tennyson, actually will be visiting this company."

"What?" Mr. Oscar. "Mr. Tennyson is coming to Japan to this company? Oh no, we haven't finish our work and . . . Staffs, hurry up! Finish your work!" Mr. Oscar said.

Everybody began to work with seriousness. I was stunned. "So, these people really don't work properly, huh?"

"What do you mean?" Mr. Oscar said.

"Well, when I came to the office, everybody seamed to be so relaxed and now that everybody heard that Mr. Tennyson is coming to Japan to visit this company, everybody began to work? Strange, huh? This is a kind of way of slacking off for work, including you too, Mr. Oscar," I said.

"You! How dare you?" Mr. Oscar yelled as she pushed me on the wall, hitting my heard hard on the he wall as he held my collar and was ready to hit me when I held his amrs and twisted his arm.

"Mr. Oscar, is this how you have being behavior with all the other staffs?" I yelled.

The whole office looked at me, stunned.

"Of course, I am the manager and who are you to butt in in my business!?" Mr. Oscar yelled as he was going to hit me again when I slapped him hard.

The staffs gasped.

"This is my business, Mr. Oscar, because I am the CEO of the company," I yelled.

"You what?" Mr. Oscar and the staffs memebers were confused.

I took off my fake glasses and looked at him and took out my ID. "I am Mr. Austin Tennyson and I disguised myself as a new employee to see how you behave and my secratary is right. You are a pretty bad manager. You don't deserve to be manager anymore," I said. "Because of you, our profit is so low in Japan. You will be fired, Mr. Oscar."

"No," Mr. Oscar said. "Mrs Tennyson, please forgive me. I am sorry. Please don't fire me."

"And the profit? You wasted all those money . . ."

"No, Mr. Tennyson. We are not the cause of why our profit is low."

"What do you mean, Mr. Oscar?" I asked.

"Mr. Tennyson, every year, and there is a thief who would steal all our money. She is the reason why our company has profit low. It's not my fault."

"Really? Well, if that is the truth then, today, I will stay in this company the whole night can discover who that thief is."