Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Fear of Darkness

Just as Jane was getting ready to leave, she received a call from Monica. "How long do you need to finish your task?"

"I'm done," Jane replied.

"What? Have you double-checked everything? Are you absolutely certain there are no errors?"

Monica hadn't expected Jane to finish so quickly.

"Yes, I'm sure. If you have nothing else to say, I'll hang up and head home now," Jane responded impatiently.

"Wait! There's more. You can't leave work just yet!" Monica suddenly raised her voice.

"Why?" Jane inquired, pausing at the door.

"I've just received a call. There's another document that must be input into the system, and I'm on my way with it. Please wait."

"Can't you just email it to me? I can't wait for you to come over at this hour."

"No, it's a complex task, and you haven't done it before. If you make a mistake, it could lead to serious trouble. Please wait! Why are you complaining like a spoiled child? As an employee of this prestigious company, you should be prepared to work overtime. I'm already home, but I don't mind coming back to ensure everything is set for tomorrow."

"Ah, I understand," Jane said. She didn't think too much about it and assumed Monica wasn't intentionally making things difficult for her. Given the late hour, Jane opted to wait at her desk and passed the time listening to music and playing games to unwind. After forty minutes, Monica still hadn't arrived.

Feeling a need to use the restroom, Jane stepped away briefly. She resumed playing games for another twenty minutes upon her return, but there was still no sign of Monica.

Jane decided to call her. "Why haven't you arrived yet? I've been waiting for over an hour!"

"It's not my fault I'm running late. I took a taxi to save time, but I got stuck in a traffic jam due to an accident. I'm just getting out of the traffic now. Don't worry; I'll be there in thirty minutes. Can you believe the unlucky timing? The higher-ups should've given me the heads-up sooner. I can't believe I'm rushing to the office at this hour! Hey, can you drive faster? I'm in a hurry."

Listening to Monica's complaints, Jane was starting to get a headache. Her patience was wearing thin. "Just make it quick."

Unbeknownst to Jane, Monica was comfortably lounging at home in an oversized t-shirt. She tossed her phone aside after ending the call, heading to the bathroom. "What a fool! Jane, you're going to wait here for a long time," Monica cackled like an evil witch.