Chapter 2 Are you still a virgin

I had just taken a shower and was combing my long blonde hair, facing the mirror in front of me. Today I want to find a job. I want to help my aunt earn money to meet our needs.

I stopped combing, let my hair down to my waist, and set the comb on the vanity table. I looked into my blue eyes in the mirror. 'Emily, you must get a job today! Fighting!' I give myself encouragement.

I straightened the white blouse and short black skirt I was wearing, walked out of the bathroom, and stopped in front of the bedroom door.

Sadness took over me again and brought tears to my eyes looking at my aunt, who was still sleeping with a bruise on her face. Her eyes were swollen because she kept crying last night on the sofa in the living room. She thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I cried silently in bed, hearing her cry.

I quietly walked to get my bag in the living room and walked out of the apartment room. I had written her a note telling her I was going to find a job. I also told her to eat the sandwich I had made for her breakfast.

When the elevator stopped on the first floor, I got out and walked towards the main door.

"Emily, wait!" I heard someone calling me from behind. As I turned around, I saw Layla walked up to me with a warm smile on her face and stood before me. She stays in this apartment on the 6th floor. She told me she worked as a janitor at a big company.

"Where are you going this morning?" she asked.

"I want to find a job," I replied.

"What a coincidence! The office I work in needs a receptionist. Would you like to work there?"

"Yes! Of course! I want to work there!" I said, holding her arm. I am so happy and excited now.

"Let's go then! I'll take you to see my manager," she said, smiling at me. I nodded my head excitedly as I smiled back at her. We both then walked out of the main door to the bus stop and got on the bus.

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I stood transfixed, my eyes wide open in admiration, looking up at the building in front of me. It's a huge twenty- story office building, all curved glass and steel with KINGSTON written in silver over the glass front doors.

"Emily..."

I looked to my left, and I saw Layla was smiling at me. "Let's go in now," she said, holding my hand. I nodded my head with a racing heart, cold hands. She gave me another smile to calm me down. She knows I'm nervous right now.

As we entered the glass front doors, admiration took over me again. The inside of this building is as beautiful and majestic as the outside.

Layla led me down the hall and stopped at a room on this floor. She knocked on the door. "Come in," a man's voice said from inside the room.

The door opened, and I saw a middle-aged man with black hair and brown eyes wearing a black suit was sitting in a chair behind the desk. He looks smart and neat.

"Good morning, sir," Layla greeted him politely as we stood at the desk. "She's Emily White," Layla said, pointing at me. "She wants to apply for a job as a receptionist."

I tried to smile at her manager even though I felt uneasy because he had kept staring at me since I walked in from the door. I could see curiosity, admiration, and something I couldn't explain in his eyes.

"You can go now," he said to Layla, but kept his eyes on me.

"Yes sir," Layla replied politely, smiling at me before she left the room.

"Please have a seat," said the manager, whose name I don't know, pointing to a chair at the desk. "Thank you sir," I replied politely and sat on the chair.

"How old are you?" he asked simply.

"I'm 18 now," I replied, and he responded with a smile. Then he took the paper of agreement from the drawer and put it on the desk. "Sign this and you'll be working today," he says into my eyes.

He made me happy but also confused by saying that. "I-I just need to sign this and I can work today? Don't I need an interview or something?" I asked to make sure I didn't hear wrong.

"No need. We just need a good look and you have that," he said casually, but then his gaze turned serious. "We will pay you $60,000 a year if you sign this now with one condition: you have to work for a year and you can't quit your job unless you die."

My heart beats happily with the fireworks BOOM above my head. 'Oh my God! 60 thousand dollars! I can find a better place for me and my aunt to live with the money.' That's all I have in mind right now.

"Yes, sir! I'll sign this now," I said with a happy smile on my face.

"Good," he said and smiled.

He took the agreement paper after I signed it, checked it and put it in the drawer. He gave me another smile, but this time it differed from before. I saw relief in his smile. "Welcome to join our company. I'm James Lee. Your manager," he said, holding out his hand to me.

I shook his hand. "Thank you so much, sir. I will do my best to work here," I said gratefully, and he responded with just a smile.

"You should put on your uniform now," he said as he let go of the handshake. "I'll have someone take you to the changing room."

"Yes, sir," I said with an obedient nod.

He pressed the telephone button on his desk. "Amy, meet me inside now," he said. "Yes, sir," a woman's voice replied before he released the button.

It didn't take long before the door opened and I saw a beautiful woman with a sexy body dressed impeccably in black and white walk in and stand next to me.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Amy asked in a pleasant voice.

"Take her to the changing room now," James said, pointing at me. "From today on, she works as a receptionist here and tells Emma to teach her the job."

"Yes sir," Amy replied obediently, then she looked at me. "Come with me now," she said. I quickly stood up from the chair, bowed politely to James, and followed Amy out of the room into the changing room.

After I put on my uniform, Amy led me to the lobby. The uniform I'm wearing looks elegant but kinda sexy. It was a white shirt with a black ribbon tie, a black blazer and a tight black short skirt. The skirt is a bit too short for me.

Amy doesn't talk to me much and I don't know why she is cold towards me and it makes me feel uncomfortable with her. We stopped near a woman who was sitting in a chair behind the reception desk. She is busy with her cell phone.

"Emma," Amy called the woman's name, making her look at her. "She'll be working with you from now on. Our manager wants you to teach her the job," Amy said.

The uncomfortable feeling gripped me even more, seeing the way Emma gazing at me. I saw hatred and disdain in her eyes. I'm starting to regret working here.

"I leave her with you," Amy said to Emma, who kept gazing at me before she left us, saying nothing to me.

Emma sighed in anger, looking ahead. "Poor Lina. She fired for no reason. I hate bitch who use her beauty to get a job," she said and went back to busy with her phone.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. I don't understand what she's talking about. I then sat in the chair next to her and kept quiet. I didn't want to get her more angry.

It's been 15 minutes, and she's still kept busy with her phone. I sighed inside. 'Isn't she supposed to teach me now?' I asked in my mind.

She suddenly put her cell phone on the table in front of us and stood up straight with her palms on her belly, staring straight at the glass front doors. "Get up now! Our CEO is coming," she said, keeping her gaze on the glass front doors.

She surprised me by saying that. I quickly stood up straight, put my palms on my belly. My heart suddenly raced when my eyes caught a tall man wearing a black suit walking through the glass front doors. 'It's him! He's the man I saw at my parents' graves,' I told myself.

I felt all the air leaving my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe. My body feels cold. I quivered inside.

Two middle-aged men in black suits who were standing by the door bowed politely to him as he walked past them towards the elevator. I quickly looked down, hiding my face and hoping he wouldn't see me.

As he got into the elevator, I glanced at him. Fear and a chill ran down my spine the moment our eyes met. One corner of his lips lifted, giving me a devilish grin before the elevator doors closed.

I gripped my skirt, struggling to calm my rapid heartbeat. I looked at Emma. "Emma, is that man our CEO?" I asked to confirm what she had said.

She sneered at me disdainfully. "Yes, he is! I already told you that! Why? You want to seduce him too?!"

I looked ahead, avoiding her hateful gaze. I sighed inside. 'I don't want to seduce him. I want to run away from him,' I said in my mind.

I then saw James walking towards us and standing in front of the reception desk. "Emily, come with me now," he said directly and took a step without giving me a chance to ask. I quickly followed him into the elevator.

We got out of the elevator when it stopped on the 20th floor. We walked in a large lobby to a room and stopped at the door. There was no one in the lobby, just me and James.

James knocked politely on the door. "Come in."

My heart raced again, fear gripped me firmly cause I recognized the voice. Now I know where James took me.

"Sir, wait," I said to James, but he ignored me and opened the door. He gestures me to enter with his threatening eyes, which frightens me and leaves me no choice but to do as he says.

He closed the door once we were in the room. This room is way too big for just one man. All glass, steel and white sandstone. It was so majestic in a modern style that everyone mesmerized to see it, but for me; I felt I was in a devil's lair.

My heart beat faster and faster as we walked towards the man who was sitting with his legs crossed on the L-shaped black leather couch. He was reading the paper in his hands. I don't know his name or anything about him. All I know is he's my CEO.

"Good morning, sir," James greeted him politely as we stood before him. "I brought her here as you asked."

My heart almost burst out of my chest as the man looked me in the eye. His domineering gaze gripped mine, making my body freeze.

"You can go now," he said to James, but kept his eyes on me. "Yes, sir," James replied, bowing politely.

As James took a step, I wanted to stop him, but I didn't dare open my mouth to speak and could only watch him leave this room.

"Emily White, is that your name?" the man asked, made me look back into his eyes.

A teasing smile crossed his lips. He already knows my name. I know he's teasing me right now. "Yes, sir," I said, even though I didn't want to answer his question.

"How old are you?" he asked a question he already knew the answer to. He held my bio in his hand.

"I'm 18," I replied and sighed inside.

"Are you still a virgin?"

He shocked me by asking that. I never thought he would ask such a question. "I-I don't think I have to answer that question," I protested, nervous.

Another teasing smile crossed his lips, but this time it was kinda intimidating. He put my bio on the table beside the couch. I gasp in shock as he grabs my arm, laying me on the couch with him on top of me, clutching my arms above my head.

"What are you doing?! Get off me!" I said, struggling.

He gripped my face with his other hand, stopping me from struggling. He smiled devilishly into my eyes. "You don't want to answer my question, then I'll find out on my own," he said teasingly, intimidating.

Fear gripped me firmly, my body shaking as he slipped his hand into my panties. "No! Please stop!" I pleaded with him, pressing my thighs together as I felt his fingers touch my untouched pussy.

He gave me another devilish smile while his fingers kept playing around my entrance. He really enjoyed seeing my fear, my helplessness.

"Please ... stop it ... Please ... I'm begging you," I begged, struggling, but it was no use. I was still in his grip. I'm so scared right now that it makes me cry.

His fingers suddenly stopped teasing my pussy when he saw my tears. He took his hand from my pussy. "Don't cry! I hate to see you cry!" he snapped at me, making me stop crying. I saw the deep sadness, pain, and hatred in his eyes, like I had seen the first time we met.

He released his grip on me and sat on the sofa. I quickly stood up and ran out of the room, crying, covering my mouth with my hand.