At Johnson's Residence
The lady's cheeks were flushed with surprise.
"Have you heard about his envious and impolite fiancée?" "That's me, foul-smelling scumbag!" Jennifer spat as she walked down the hall.
"That's one thing I like about her: she's straight to the point and doesn't waste time," Michael added with a determined smile.
Wilson trailed Jennifer until she reached the car, at which point he joined her inside.
"Let's get out of here, it's getting annoying," she remarked, not even looking at him.
"Look at me first," he instructed.
"I don't want to," she said, looking out the window.
"Why are you behaving like this Jenny?" he shouted.
"You don't understand? Because you let that scumbag seduce you!" She yelled back.
"So you weren't around when I splattered juice on her face, huh?" He said.
"That's fine, but you should have slapped her as well!" She yelled.
He shook his head in frustration and got out of the car.
She tugged him back and kissed him passionately; he couldn't resist and reciprocated till she broke it.
She stroked his cheeks and gave him a regretful expression.
"I'm sorry, darling, I was simply irritated with everything going on in there," she explained.
"So you've decided to unload your rage on me?"
"No, Jenny, that's not how things are done," he replied.
"I'm sorry," she said.
He breathed deeply.
"Look Willy, I'm sorry, OK," she repeated one more.
At Johnson's Residence
"What exactly are you doing here, Johnson asked Gold, who had arrived at his house that night.
"Well, I called, but you weren't answering and you never returned my call." Furthermore, I missed you, which is why I came," she responded, smiling sweetly.
"However, you shouldn't have stressed yourself out by coming," he pointed out.
"Should I have come?" she wondered.
"I meant you should have rescheduled for tomorrow, it's quite late," he explained.
"You didn't care about how my day went; it wasn't stress-free, and my arm hurts from excessive dishwashing."
"I'm sorry," he apologized...
She kept staring at him as he refused her entry into his room.
She was surprised to hear an unusual movement inside.
"Is anyone in there?" She inquired.
"Possibly mice or cockroaches." Gold, do you know what? "I'll talk to you tomorrow, take care, and I love you," he added quickly before kissing her and closing the door.
She was rendered speechless.
"Is he that tired?" He seemed to be hurrying inside to sleep... maybe I shouldn't have come, I startled him," she reasoned.
Before leaving, she let out a heartfelt gasp.
Janet had barely arrived home when Gold came.
"How did the celebration go?" She inquired.
"It was dreadful because Wilson and his so-called fiancée ruined everything," Janet responded. "Where did you come from?"
"Johsnon's house, he was even too tired to see me off or usher me in," she sadly replied.
"Do you mean you stood outside the whole time?"
"Has he found work yet?" Janet inquired.
"Not yet"
"So, what did he do to exhaust himself?" Janet inquired skeptically.
"Perhaps he's simply naturally weary," Gold responded protectively.
"Naturally tired? How was your day at the restaurant today? She inquired.
"It went well, although it's very stressful, and my arm hurts," she said.
"A nice partner would have provided a good massage," Janet reasoned.
THE DAY AFTER
"Why has Cynthia not arrived at work yet?" Has she chosen to take her tardiness to the next level? When Wilson entered his office and noticed Cynthia's seat was unoccupied, he replied, "Very well then."
He came into his office and seated, his gaze drawn to an envelope on his desk. "What exactly is this?" He inquired as to whether or not anyone in particular had opened it.
Cynthia had written a letter....
"My apologies, Mr Wilson Park, but I'll be getting married next week Monday, and after my wedding, I doubt I'll be able to continue as your secretary anymore, therefore it's better I quit early,...bye boss*
"Really? She left without informing anyone? "How in the name of God do I get a new secretary?" He yelled angrily as he threw the letter in the trash.
He finally stood up and walked over to Janet's, which was right in front of Michael's office.
"Good morning, Sir Wilson," she said modestly when she saw him.
"Janet, get me a cover for Cynthia," he said, not acknowledging her salutation.
"Make sure you find someone capable before Monday," he said.
"Certainly, sir," she replied.
" Are you flirting with my secretary, Rich?" "Because I won't tolerate it if Jenny comes in here ranting," Michael explained as he entered the office.
" I'd be leaving today because Cynthia had resigned. So, I'll return to work on Monday when I have her replacement," he replied and exited.
"Did he tell you to find a new secretary?" Michael inquired.
"Yes sir, good morning sir," Janet said politely.
"Janet, you look lovely this morning, and I can't stop picturing myself banging your soft ass right now," he continued.
"Pardon me, Sir?" Janet pretended she hadn't heard anything he said.
"No other secretary sexier than mine," Michael teased Janet.
"Hand over the files for review, and take today off because it's the weekend." So, I'll see you Monday," he remarked as he walked to his office.
Thank you very much, sir. Janet stated as she sat on her chair.
"Oh!, Gold I believe this is your lucky time, and I can't wait to share the good news with you!, She smiled and grabbed her suitcase.
A woman entered the floor and walked right by her into Michael's office.
"Oh, I see, I should definitely go to prevent hearing unpleasant sounds," she murmured as she exited the room.
Jenny sat on a stool beside her fireplace, reflecting on the previous night.
Michael, you dummy.
She couldn't stop imagining things in her thoughts since she returned from the party.
Like having him suck on her boobs or making out with him.
"This is crazy!" She mumbled as she sipped her juice.
"Only Wilson is supposed to turn me on, but last night with Michael was strange." She walked around her living room, reflecting, until her door opened to reveal Wilson.
"Willy!" She screamed out and dashed over to embrace him.
He gave her a kiss.
"You're supposed to be at work," she pointed out.
"Well, Cynthia resigned, so I took today off," he said.
" I'm truly relieved that she has"
"What are we up to today?"
"Let's go shopping."
"All right, let me change into something more comfy!" She said this and headed upstairs.
"Jenny, you should wear something nice, not some exposing and tight-fitting clothing," he said.
"OK, sure," she said, turning to leave.
He drew her back and kissed her lips again before releasing her to change.
As he saw her hurry upstairs, he smiled.
"My love," he said as he took her wine.
He sat and drank slowly.
Jennifer screamed out from the balcony, "Willy."
"Yes?" he asked, "You're meant to be suiting up by now."
"I just think it'll be quicker if you help me with it," she explained, blinking.
He rose up and laughed.
"I should have thought of that, coming," he admitted as he mounted the stairs.
Gold was fatigued when she entered her room.
"It seems like the entire world comes to that restaurant," she moaned, clutching her arm.
"It aches once again." Her thoughts wandered to Johnson when she contacted him earlier and he told her he's busy, leaving her wondering if he found a job and didn't tell her.
"Gold!!" Janet yelled, unexpectedly appearing in front of her, frightening her.
"You surprised me!"
"Gold, you're about to start working for Park Empire!" She yelled
" Are you okay, Janet?" Want to work for Park Empire? Stop kidding and go have something to eat."