With the work she intended to do already completed by the man peacefully sleeping on the bed, Jessica saw no reason to linger around the hotel room when there were so many other things to do and the ticking clock doesn’t wait for anybody.
Slipping out quietly, she walked over to the balcony, taking in the morning view of Noveira—the city bustling with liveliness, the citizens hurrying through the morning rush. As the morning breeze caressed her face, she took in a deep breath, her thoughts spinning quickly with plans.
Slowly, she pulled out her phone and dialed Ethan. He picked up immediately. "Good morning, Ethan," she greeted softly as soon as the call connected.
On the other end, Ethan hesitated feeling conflicted about how to respond. His heart stammered in his chest. She was their lady boss, and he was just a subordinate with privilege.
Also, She isn’t just anyone—she was Jessica. Brilliant. Sharp. Unapproachable. How was he supposed to return her casual morning greeting? He exhaled, voice barely audible through the speaker, "Morning, ma’am."
Jessica’s lips tugged into a smile, amused by how nervous and burdened he felt just responding to her greeting, even though she had never felt awkward initiating it.
She could practically feel his discomfort over the phone, and somehow, that amused her. "Prospective brother-in-law, and you’re still stumped by a simple greeting?" she teased, her voice light.
She couldn’t help but imagine Ethan’s reddened ears, embarrassed face and eyes darting away if he were standing in front of her.
She had always told him not to feel burdened and uptight around her. It made her wonder if this was the same fearless Ethan who would’ve kicked her out the door if she ever harmed Davis.
"Madam, you know it’s not that easy," he finally said, his troubled voice filtering through the phone after a deep breath.
"Ethan, I have said this over and over again, can you treat me like a normal human?" She asked warily.
Ethan kept silent, he didn’t know how to reply to this request. Over the years, he had been quiet close to Davis yet in certain cases he had always treated him like his superior while in some it was casual.
But Jessica’s case is quiet different and complicated—she is the wife of his boss. "How can she request to be treated simply when he was supposed to hug her thigh?"
"Alright, I won’t tease you anymore," she said with a soft chuckle. "Can you send me the documents with names and contacts of the company’s former staff?"
"I’ll send them immediately after the call," Ethan replied, relaxing a little, waiting for further instructions. But Jessica’s next question made him choke on his saliva.
"How’s Bella?" she smirked.
Ethan coughed, audibly choking on nothing but the weight of the question.
He felt his heart leap to his throat. He didn’t know how to respond.
The day was already getting tough, and now Jessica was teasing him over the phone too—quite miserable. Gathering his thoughts quickly, he gave the safest response he could. "She’s fine."
Jessica smiled to herself, not unkindly. "That should keep him on his toes." She mused.
She had her reasons—Ethan was beginning to treat her like some untouchable deity, she didn’t like it. Until he drops that attitude and sees her as human, she’d keep nudging at his discomfort and always make him flustered.
"Alright. Waiting for your message," she said, ending the call. She stood for awhile, her hand tightening over the phone, her gaze into the distance.
She couldn’t help thinking about it all—the situation in Country Y and their trip in Noveria. It is overwhelming but the earlier they end things the better.
These days, she had been feeling really terrible. Her body seemed to adopt a new habit she didn’t like. "It seems I’m beginning to get too lazy. Falling asleep now happens in the blink of an eye," she muttered to herself.
Taking a deep breath, she turned back into the room. She needed to handle all the matters at hand and return to Country Y.
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