No One But You novel Chapter 4

If Calvin directly complained to the head office, it was not the editor-in-chief can cover.

He usually treated me well, and I can't hurt him.

I turned to comfort him, “I know, it was my fault, and I let you be criticized. I will finish the formalities."

I turned and pulled the door open. Behind me, the editor-in-chief's voice called, "You can have three months 'salary. That's my only right."

The editor-in-chief did his best. I bowed deeply and walked out of the office.

I walked to my desk, picked up the water on the desk and drank it down.

It was cool in the autumn, and the water that had been poured in the morning was now cool.

I felt the cold water stuck between my teeth.

My heart was full of coolness.

I was kicked out by my mother-in-law yesterday and lost my job today.

I had nowhere to go but back to the luxurious villa.

Lunch was ready, and it smelled good.

I had it silently.

I was depressed, but I had a good appetite.

When finish eating, Stella put a pile of books to put on the table.

I looked up, buried my head and went on eating.

"Miss Josephine, these are the books from Secretary Frank. Please read it when you are free."

I picked up a book and found it was about pregnant women. It was all in the pile.

"I don't watch." I haven't figured out what to do with the baby. Why should I read those books?

"Secretary Frank said that you don’t need to work now, so you can have a good look."

I immediately raised my head to look at Stella, “How does he know I am unemployed?"

Stella shook her head, “I heard it from Secretary Frank."

Secretary Frank seemed to know everything.

I put down my chopsticks and walked around the dining room.

I analyzed countless possibilities, but they were all overturned by myself.

"Do you have a number for Secretary Frank?" I asked Stella.

She shook her head and suddenly remembered something. "It should be on the home phone. I'll look for it."

She found Secretary Frank's phone number in the caller ID and was about to copy it to me. I looked at it and then remembered it.

It was a skill I've developed as a journalist, and it took only a look at a long number to write it down.

I called Secretary Frank, he soon answered in a polite tone, “Miss Josephine, what is it?"

"I want to see your boss."

He seemed to anticipate this request, replying in the usual way, “When you need to meet, you'll see."

I expected him to say so.

I calmly told him my decision. "I want to see him, or I'll have an abortion."

That man, I was sure, would have wanted a child, or he wouldn’t have kept me here and served me well.

It was quite possible that I lost my job today because of the guy behind the scenes.

I was a journalist. What if I hurt the kid during my work?