He Hates Me

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ejuvenated hope, but the hope

wasn’t quite the case. Jacobsville was a small town. There weren’t that many office jobs availab

on with Mr. Angelo. Rumors say he couldn’t keep a secretary either, perhaps worse than Mr. Angelo. H

, and filed for divorce. He consistently refused to sign the final pape

er had to step in and break it up. Mr. Leo Jordan threw

between Leo and Micheal. Perhaps

uffering a mental meltdown for Working for the Devil's Advocate, but I had no

I picked up the phone and dialed the

s recognizable th

at an event, and he seemed to take a liking to my personality. But people like him m

ause at first. “ Yes,

mbers me, I

al help right now,” I blurted out, embarrass

a chuckle. “Have you and Micheal

flatly, trying to make the most of the

e off guard. I knew they hated each other,

who doesn’t see me as a r

ouple of times to know how handsome he was, perhaps way hotter than Mr. Angelo. I remember almost struggling to breathe that time I was in his presence. He carries an air of charisma and

whole life depends on this, I was not going to mess

after realizing how

d firmly. “How soon can

I replie

and tell Micheal, who you’re working for, w

d. I know I won't, there was no way I w

work hard, I’ll do overtime, anythin

ithin reason,” I

it would never come to

before I

e able to afford rent payments my car payment, and food. It was such a relief tha

was still sleeping. I tap her gent

orning,

ff to work already?”

s much as possible to be home early” I told her gently, bending

u okay?”

rtainly nothing to worry about. I w

She was the only one in the world who loved me, and I couldn't bear to lose

dear” She e

et up and start trying to do cordo

n't ever want to be a burden on you, “she s

n mom, you will neve

sorry.” she broke off, t

self for something you cou

ally had an exciting life. My father didn’t love my mom, and it showed to everybody except her. It always seems like she never did, I

, baking for fund-raising sales, working in her church group, taking food to bereaved families—anything she cou

imself, and what he needed. He and I had never been c

about that. Instead, I bent and

to take care of you. And I

rateful he gave you the job. I don’t k

k beside

ething to te

ith bright eyes and a smile. “He’s fina

ipped. “And he said I’d get over it qui

of her face. “And he seemed like

m, I've gotten a new job” I said quickly before she started worry

r w

Jor

th of them hat

It will pay just as well as Mr. Ange

?" She ask

Mom. It will

n has quite a temper. He can't stand wome

bad as Mr. Ang

fine Mom,

u say so. I’m sorry, darling. I k

eating my heart out over him,” I said realistically. "I’ll find another company, someone w

t fat! I can’t believe Mr. Angelo dar

ated it.” I sighed. “Perhaps He’s right. I a

my hand

ults. Your father used that same argument to me,” she added unexpectedly, which caught me off guard “He said that

he was cheating on you? Then why did yo

was pregnant with you, and in those days, people gossiped about men who walked out on a pregnant wife. So we stayed together and tried to make a home for you. Looking back,” she said wearily, lying back down on her pillows

ck her dish

on. It was my father's loss if he couldn't see how special you were.” I said, “A

go,” she said. “I can’t afford to

ughed. “You

der the speed