MY EXs COMEBACK

Lisa’s POV,

"Alexander Lucas?" I muttered to myself, picking up the phone and dialing my secretary's desk. 

"When karma chooses to be on your side," I thought, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Send Alexander Lucas in," I ordered, my voice urgent and clipped. There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, and I could almost feel Judith's hesitation.

"But, ma'am," she started, her words trailing off. "it's not his turn to be interviewed," Judith said, her voice hesitant and uncertain. 

"I am the boss here, right?" I asked, my tone stern. "Send Mr. Lucas in immediately."

There was another pause, and then a small sigh. "Yes, ma'am," she said, her voice deflated. "I'll send him right in."

I hung up the phone, feeling a surge of Anticipation. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This was no time to lose my cool. I needed to be at the top of my game. I took one last look in the mirror, checking my appearance. I couldn't let this person see me looking anything less than my best. 

As I pored over the resume and cover letter in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and disbelief. Somehow Alex had found his way back to my life after five years. A sense of anger and bitterness welled up inside me. It all came rushing back - the betrayal, the pain, the anger. I had spent years trying to put it behind me, but now it was all coming back to the surface with just the thought of seeing him again. 

There was a knock on my door, and I said, "Come in." I turned around to back the  door.

"Good morning, ma'am," He stammered, his voice shaking slightly. I could tell he was nervous. 

I knew that voice. It was a voice that haunted my nightmares, that had plagued my memories for years. It was a voice I had hoped never to hear again. But there it was, clear as day, standing in my office. There was something different about the voice, it sounded humbled unlike the proud man I knew few years back. 

""What do you want?" I asked, my voice harsh and cold. I didn't bother to turn around and face him, keeping my back to him as I spoke.

"I'm here for the interview, ma'am," he stammered, his voice full of nerves. 

I scoffed, my frustration growing by the second. "You're not qualified," I said bluntly. "You're wasting my time, and your own. I suggest you leave, before I have security escort you out."

"Please, just give me a chance," he pleaded. "I promise I won't let you down. I'll do anything to prove myself, I'll work harder than anyone else here. Just please, don't turn me away."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You don't remember me, do you?" I asked, turning to face him. "Five years ago, I was in your shoes. I  begged you to give us a chance. And what did you do?"

I watched as the realization dawned on his face, his eyes growing wide with understanding. "You're... "You're Lisa," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I'd see you again. I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't realize who you were."

"It's too late," I said, shaking my head. "You can't undo what you did. You can't take back the way you treated me. And even if you could, I'm not sure I would want you to."

I could see the hurt in his eyes, the regret and remorse that was etched on his face. But I couldn't bring myself to care. He had done too much damage, had broken me too many times. I had spent years putting myself back together, and I wasn't about to let him or my sister  break me again.