My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 47

I didn't know how I got to work. I was so deep in thoughts that I might have rudely ignored Mike while he drove me to the bank's headquarters. I retrieved my sanity for a second when I got out of the car and felt the cool wind sweeping my face and neck without a scarf. Certainly, the sensation reminded me of Sariel's cold lips touching my skin. A dumb smile appeared on my face. Fortunately, I managed to see my idiotic expression in the reflection from the thick glass entrance before anyone else noticed it and questioned my sanity. I slapped my face with both hands, as an act of self-punishment.

I entered the elevator along with other employees and started writing my to-do list in my mind. I entered as the last and stood staring at the door. I minded my own business, but others didn't. There were around ten people in that elevator, all focused on me. I could feel their gazes coming from each side. I even started to wonder if my picture wasn't sent in some internal mail with a reward to claim for bringing me dead or alive. I sighed.

"Ignore them, ignore them, ignore them…" I kept repeating it in my mind.

"Dirty slut." Someone spat.

"Greedy bitch!" someone else roared.

I kept my eyes looking forward while clenching my teeth. My reaction could only make things worse, and the elevator wasn't exactly a good place to fight.

Some middle-aged man angrily poked my shoulder. "Hey! I'm talking to you, fucking whore!"

"Do you know that what you did is enough to press charges for both physical and verbal assault?" I asked coldly, without turning my head to spare a glance at him.

"I can do anything, and no one here will speak against me! So you'd better shut the fuck up!" the man chuckled spitefully.

I guessed that his foolishness finally got to deserve my attention. I thought that this could even give me some kind of entertainment. I turned around to see my opponents. There were four women in age between twenty-five and forty, and six men, all middle-aged, or just looking old. They looked like simple office workers or low-level managers.

I slowly raised my hand up pointing at the device on the ceiling. "There are three cameras in this elevator, and at least one of them has a voice registration. I don't know what did I do to deserve such treatment, but seriously, I don't give a damn what your problem is. I suggest you all call down and shove your pitiful remarks deep inside the last segment of your large intestine." I grinned meanly.

Certainly, I lied. I was only one camera and had no idea even if it registered anything at all, but the confident tone of my voice was enough to make them shut their mouths and step back. Of course, a clear disdain in their expressions was still clearly visible, but at least they stopped spitting their venom at me.

The elevator stopped at the 11th floor, the floor of the human resources department. I walked out of the elevator, leaving a room for those who were getting off, and surprisingly, all of those hateful people left. Each of them sent me a vicious glare at goodbye.

"And a lovely day at work to you too," I muttered under my breath and cliqued my tongue.

I begin to wonder if they all worked on that floor and if I had done anything wrong to anyone from HR, but nothing came to my mind. Moreover, the only person I knew from that department was Monique. She didn't like me from the start, and the feeling was mutual, but the hatred I received from those people in the elevator was something much more intense than a fit of mere jealousy.

I got back to the elevator and rode the rest of the way up alone. When I finally managed to close the door of my office I heaved a heavy sigh. My work didn't even start, and I already felt mentally exhausted. This couldn't be a sign of anything good.

The second I sat down in my chair someone knocked at my door.

"Come in," I muttered, sensing trouble.

A young man with curly blonde hair, looking like he had just graduated from high school, entered my office. His slightly blushing cheeks gave away that he was human. I gazed at him curiously while he looked quite nervous. He smiled awkwardly while I waited for him to speak.

"You're pretty…" he mumbled.

I tilted my head. A question mark popped out on my face, along with a wry smile.

"I mean… I'm sorry!" He started bowing hectically, "Ms. Leber is really young and attractive. It caught me by surprise…"

"Does it mean that I am supposed to be old and ugly?" I asked to tease him a bit.