Inez shuddered in fear when she heard him shout at her. She knew that Dominic was out of his fucking mind, but she never thought that he also had these maniacal episodes. She had no idea what had triggered this response from him but she was not going to linger behind and ask him.
She scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the office, and once she was in the privacy of her cubicle, she took a deep breath and tried to shake off the jitters.
Inez wasn't amused by Dominic's actions nor was she proud of the fact that even after suffering such humiliation, she had to stay in this place and work as if everything was alright.
'One more day, just one more day,' Inez told herself and calmed herself down.
She breathed out and pulled the drawer of her table open, ignoring the resignation letter in the drawer that was lying inside the drawer, she took out the small box of balm that was pushed to the very end of the drawer before closing it shut.
It wasn't that she hadn't thought about handing the letter to Dominic. But her haywire emotions that were scattered all over the place because of the sudden change made it difficult and the remaining difficulty arose from the contract that she had signed.
Inez didn't want to be locked up in prison for violating the shifter contract; thus, she had no choice but to abide by the clauses. If she resigned before the term was over, Inez knew that Dominic would not think twice before sending her to the Shifter Council.
With his contacts, she might as well forget about coming out for the rest of her life.
What was more, even though she had never been to that place before, she knew that the prison of the shifter council was not a place where she would want to ever go. She had heard rumours about that place and knew very well that once a shifter went inside that prison, they would never be the same.
That place left a mark so deep within a shifter that the trauma was imprinted on the soul of the very shifter.
These past three years, she had hoped that one day she would be able to move Dominic and her friends with her determination but even Inez had to admit that she was kidding herself at this point. Dominic hated her and with how things were going, that man would probably resent and despise her for all his life.
It was a harsh reality but it was a reality that she would just have to live with.
Inez sighed and packed up her things. Since she had to go to this meeting, she needed to rearrange the meeting that she had with Mister Patrick.
And boy, she was not looking forward to it.
"...and I think a large floating bed would be nice; what do you think?"
"I think it will be perfect, Mister Patrick," Inez replied with a half-hearted smile. This was the eighth time Patrick had changed his mind, causing Inez to redo the entire plan. Sometimes she wondered if this man just didn't want her work to end like Dominic.
"I know." With his brown hair tousled to the point that it could not be tousled anymore, Patrick swept his bangs back with his fingers. He looked at Inez with a hint of haughtiness in his eyes and stated, "I might not look like this but I too have a little knowledge of interior designing."
Inez only smiled at this point. She had listened to these words countless times, just as she had noticed the lustful gazes that Patrick had shot her more than just once. She had turned him down politely and Patrick had also accepted her refusal like a gentleman, making Inez believe that the man had let go of his intentions of sleeping with her.
She had been wrong. Like always.
Patrick was still clinging to her. He arranged at least three meetings in a week, and in these three meetings, he didn't forget to show off his wealth, body, and all the features that came attached to him. But no matter how wealthy the man was, Inez had never been the kind of woman to get involved with a married man or one who was about to become one.
Just as always, Patrick reached out and threw an arm around her shoulder before pointing it to the wall behind them and speaking in what he thought was a casual voice, "And I think I am going to have a Demi-O clock placed right here. It cost more than one million, so I hope you will handle it with care, haha."
"Sure," Inez said in a clipped tone as she noted the points down and turned to look at Patrick with a professional smile on her lips. "I will get back to you by next Friday, Mister Patrick. Don't worry, I will have this bedroom arranged just as you and your fiancee want it."
"Really, thanks—"
"There is no need." Inez picked up her bag and placed the G-pad inside along with the electric pencil. She looked at the man and said to him, "This is my job, and I will definitely do it well. As for the wedding arrangements, please ask Miss Lily to get back to me. She asked me to arrange for pink peonies instead of white lilies, as you have requested. So I need to just confirm it before I can place an order."
The more Patrick clung to her, the more Inez couldn't help but remind him that he was about to be a married man.
Patrick's brows creased. Just as Inez figured out, he didn't like being reminded of his status as a married man but then again, he shouldn't go around flaunting his wealth to another woman all for the sake of getting her in his bed.
"I will tell her that," he said to her while chasing right after her. "By the way, Miss Inez, are you free this Friday night?"
"I am sorry, Mister Patrick." Inez's smile went stiff as she shook her head and stated in a calm voice, "I have a busy schedule; there are some meetings already arranged and I am afraid that I cannot push them."
"I would expect nothing less than from the assistant of a famous interior designer and event manager," Patrick nodded as if he understood her troubles.
The thing was that no one did.
Inez gritted her teeth when she heard his words. After all, she was not an assistant. She was the brain behind everything but as per the contract, she couldn't announce that. She climbed down the stairs and headed to the small truck that she drove but then —
"What the fuck do you think you are doing here?"