Lucky Yet So Unlucky In Love

“Get out. Get out of my office, you're fired.”

No hint of anger nor any possible remorse is shown by my face. Not even the sound of my voice can make anyone conclude that I am disappointed. This is how I am.

Calm and composed. No such chaos can deflate my professionalism.

“Yes, sir. I'm really sorry, Mr. Tryst. Thank you for everything.”

She bows her head before walking out of my office. As soon as I heard the glass door shut, I sit on my swivel chair and wonder why this shit keeps on happening to me.

The woman that I fired just now was my secretary. My fourth secretary this year, and the ones before her were all just like her. All of them betrayed me; all of them were traitors. Garbages that I picked up from the dirt and turned into gold. Why do I keep on finding the wrong ones?

A little bit more, this business will make me lose my sanity. My sanity that I keep on holding together, but I knew that I lost it way back in college.

Suddenly, a knock on the door stops me from looking back on events that are long gone.

“Can I come in?”

“Even if I say no, you will still barge in and sit your ass on the chair in front of me.”

The bastard just chuckles and opens the door for himself.

It's Isequel.

“What happened?”

I rest my back on the swivel chair and started to massage my forehead with my eyes close. “I fired her, she's not worth it. She's from the other side.”

“Ooh, other side. You mean?”

I sigh, “Yes. I mean that wealthiest family that keeps on ruining me and my peace.” 

“What are you going to do now? You just can't keep on hiring and firing secretaries all year long. And if luck still decides not to side with you next year, you will be stuck on doing that longer than you're expecting.”

My forehead wrinkles after hearing what Isequel said. He's right. I can't keep on hiring and firing people. I can't keep on going through this cycle. Why is it so hard for me to find a loyal secretary? Why is it so hard for me to find someone that can't be bribed with any amount of money?

“I don't know what to do anymore. Any ideas? Do you know someone that can work for me?” I open my eyes and saw Isequel standing in front of the chair before him. “Why aren't you on your seat?” He smiles, “Because I'm only here to convince you to accompany me.”

Accompany? What does he mean by that?

“I am really not in the mood right now for jokes or pranks, Isequel.” Isequel didn't take me serious and he just shakes his head like I said something wrong. “I'm going to find an engagement ring for my girlfriend. I need your suggestions and opinions as an expert on this type of business.”

Whoah. What? Engagement ring? Did I hear that right? Is this real?

“Are you feeling well, Isequel?”

He smirks at me, “Even better than fine.”

“The engagement ring sounds—”