My Killing President

The simple question dumbfounded Annabelle and left her at loss of word. Alistair looked as if he knew and was just waiting for her to answer.

"Mr. Mu, I think you are mistaken. I just got back recently (from London), how could we have cross path before?" Annabelle forced a most unsuspecting smile.

"Mr. Mu, I have a lot of work to do, so I really must go." Annabelle ducked under his arms and hurried out the door, not waiting for his response. Once she was out she raced across the hallway and disappeared behind the corner.

Alistair however still had his arms on the wall. A little caught off guard, all he could do grin from ear to ear. He was greatly amused, like a hunter who had just found his game.

What a woman!

Annabelle stopped in an empty hallway. She put her palm on her chest and took some deep breaths, trying to soothe her frenzied heartbeat. All she could think about was what had just happened with Alistair. She thought about his actions, his words and his demeanor...

Was he really that unaware?

Or did he intentionally act that way?

Annabelle was worried sick. She could believe that not only had she run into him during her second day back home, she now joined the company where he was the CEO!

"If Alistair knew that you deliberately deceived him, what do you think he will do?"

Dorie's question began to resound in her mind.

Well, it's likely I will have to pay for my sins!

She had grown a lot over the past two year and she could handle pressure like this much better than before. However, things may be unpredictable from now onwards...

Urgh! Why in the world is this happening to me? Today the word that could best describe me was "luck." Now, just drop that L and replace it with an F.

Annabelle had to make sure Alistair didn't recognize her. It was highly probable and definitely the most logical outcome. It wouldn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out, and he would definitely take his chance for a little pay back. The gentle teasing wouldn't last much longer.

Regardless whether he found out or not, she could not stay in this company. Luckily, Annabelle was certain that the president would fire her because of the conflict earlier on.

Well, instead of being discredited, I might as well resign myself!

Annabelle made up her mind and decided to prepare her resignation letter.

What a bummer! Resigning on the first day at work!

However, it's better to be safe than sorry. To avoid unnecessary risk, she must leave.

Annabelle exhaled in relief and headed back towards her department. It was then her phone rang. Dorie called.

"Hello,"

"Hi darling, how's work?" Dorie asked.

"Take a guess!"

"Must've been awesome!"

Annabelle calmed herself with a deep breath, and with a weighty tone she said, "Dorie, do you know who turned out to be my boss?"

"Nope, who?"

"Alistair!" The name sucked out the very last breath from her chest. Her voice was soft and shaking mildly. This conversation was like a choked cry for help that forced itself up her throat, while all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for her friend, or just anyone at all to save her.

Her history with Mu must be an immutable secret!

"WHAT!?" Dorie shockingly squealed, "Are you sure?!"

"Yes. Because just a moment ago, we've already met!"000000