Chapter 1: Fired
Five o'clock is the end of the shift.
Ella was packing up her paperwork and was about to go home when a head popped into her room and spoke. "Ella, the boss wants to see you."
"Yes." Ella raised her head and replied. Then she mumbled to herself. 'Time is up, what does the boss want to see me for?'
Her heart was filled with uneasiness. But she still got up from her chair, grabbed her bag, and went to her boss's room, Mr. John.
Ella's boss is a fat man. It is rumored that he is lustful, flirting with young girls even though he is married. Ella was among the young girls. She was repeatedly beaten by Mr. John's harassment, but the cases of harassment were mild. Working at a company whose boss is a pervert, would rather quit. But Ella desperately needs a steady job. If she quits her job, who will take care of her often sick father? Therefore, Ella gritted her teeth and endured, turning a blind eye to everything.
The clattering of clogs in the hallway. Ella thought as she walked. 'After all, what does the boss want to see me about?' She paused and reassured herself. 'It's okay. Don't think too much. It's probably about the Blue Heaven project I'm in charge of.'
Arriving at the door of Mr. John, Ella took a deep breath and then raised her hand and knocked three times on the door.
"Come in." Voices came from within the room.
Ella opened the door. "Boss, is something wrong?"
Mr. John stepped back took Ella by the hand went inside the room and closed the door.
Ella looked at the closed door, a little scared but still calm. "What's the matter, sir?"
"Don't call me boss when it's over. Let's sit down and talk for a while." Mr. John grins.
"If it's not important, I'll go home." Ella had just turned her back when an arm grabbed her.
"Don't rush. It's still early." Mr. John deliberately said roundabouts, buying time.
He stroked the back of Ella's hand. Feeling a little ticklish, she withdrew her hand.
"Boss, be proud."
Mr. John thought Ella was a difficult girl to convince, but he liked her even more. He is not in a hurry but slowly flirts with his prey.
"Project Green Paradise, how are you preparing? Do you need my help?" Mr. John thinks he needs to be a little nicer before his prey falls into the trap.
"No need. I'm done. I'll email you shortly after I get home." Ella said sternly.
"So I invite you to dine with me tonight, okay?" Mr. John suggested.
"Sorry, I'm busy." Ella makes excuses.
"You always say you're busy. Aren't you going to have dinner?"
"I'll eat at home with my father." Ella lost her patience. She looked at her watch, desperately wanting to get out of there.
"Just eat with me once. If you make me happy, I'll give you a raise."
Ell begins to realize the evil intentions of Mr. John, but she refuses. "I will work hard and get the salary I deserve. I don't need a raise just to make people happy."
Ella said fiercely and walked towards the door. Mr. John walked over and hugged her tightly from behind. Ella struggled and struggled and screamed. But unfortunately for her, all the employees in the company have already left. Mr. Johm told them to leave early but didn't tell Ella. The more she resisted, Mr. John was more than pleased. His arms tightened and he tried to kiss Ella.
The door suddenly opened with great force. An angry, flashy woman entered. It was the wife of Mr. John.
Seeing someone appear to destroy their space, both Mr. John and Ella turned their heads to look at the woman. Mr. John loosened his grip. Ella took the opportunity to push him away. She fixes her clothes and hair.
The woman slapped Ella hard on the cheek. Her mouth was bleeding.
"Slut, you dare seduce my husband?"
"I don't..." Before Ella could finish her sentence, Mr. John's wife grabbed her hair and beat her.
Mr. John just watched at first, but when he saw his wife hit harder and harder, he tried to stop him.
The woman rolled her eyes at Mr. John. "Fired her immediately." Do not let Mr. John react, she turns to Ella, warning. "Starting tomorrow, you can't come to the company. If I see your face tomorrow, I'll kill you."
Ella hugged the side of her blood-red face and ran out. She walked down the quiet hallway, sniffling. She just wants to work in peace, is that difficult?
The phone in Ella's bag rang. She opened it and saw it was a strange number, but she answered anyway. "Hi."
"Are you a relative of Mr. Stephen?" A girl's voice came through the phone.
"Yes. That's my father. Is something wrong?" Ella asked impatiently.
"I called from hospital xxx, Mr. Stephen was in a traffic accident, and the situation is very critical. He is being treated at our hospital..."
The nurse didn't finish her sentence, Ella saw her legs running like flying to the hospital xxx. Moments later she showed up in the emergency department.
She asked the nurse at the counter about the room number her father was staying in.
The nurse said Ella's father was in room 222, she immediately went there. Ella stood outside the door of room 222 and looked inside. Mr. Stephen was lying on the bed, his face covered with wounds, his shirt bloody, the situation seemed serious. The mouth, nose, and hands are covered with tubes of oxygen. Ella burst into tears, she prayed to God for her father's peace. Ella's high-pitched cry caught the attention of a man dressed in patient clothes. He was standing next to Ella calling someone but Ella didn't notice him.
The emergency room door opened. A female doctor asked Ella. "Are you the patient's family member?"
"Yes," Ella replied. "How is my father? Is the injury serious?"
The female doctor hesitated. Her face wrinkled slightly. Seeing that expression, Ella had a premonition that something bad had happened to her father.
"There is a blood clot in Mr. Stephen's brain, we need to perform surgery or it will endanger his life. Given your father's age, delaying surgery will be very dangerous, possibly... death." The female doctor answered after a few seconds of hesitation.
"So how much does the surgery cost?" Ella asked, voice nervous.
"Thirty thousand dollars."
Ella was stunned to hear the cost of Mr. Stephen. What does she do with such a large amount of money?