It was finally the day before the weekend. I couldn't wait for the day to end so that I could hit the bed and sleep for two days straight.

After all that I went through this week, I wanted nothing more than to sleep it off and start afresh.

Things were going okay with Elian as well. I tried to forget whatever happened that night, and now, I was successfully pretending it never happened. He was my boss, and nothing else.

Right now, the two of us were at the manufacturing facility of Storm Dynamics. It was always me who came to check up on the finished products, but this time, God knows what Elian was thinking, he tagged along.

It was an important project. We were sending firearms to the military, so a little mishap could mean our company could be shut down for eternity.

I was doing rounds when I noticed a worker taking a box full of rifles in the wrong direction.

"Hey, aren't they all supposed to load the boxes in the truck?" I asked Mr. Jeremy, who was in charge here.

"Oh, that's right. Where is that idiot going?" Mr. Jeremy rushed to get the worker back in the right direction.

I turned back to Elian, who was taking on the phone, and sighed. It was boring to monitor these things. I would rather be sitting behind my desk and sorting out files.

However, I didn't know why but I felt like something was off. So I decided to make a video around the facility.

I was clicking a photo of the firearms register when someone said, "Ma'am, you're not allowed to take photos in here."

"Oh, don't worry. It's for work purposes," I told the man.

"Even so, I have to ask you to delete those photos and videos," he asked, his voice holding a little edge.

I checked his nameplate and said with a smile, "Mr. Witkers, I'm from the company. I'm not going to expose our company's secrets—"

"Ma'am, it's still strictly prohibited," he repeated.

"Fine," I sighed. I deleted them, knowing that they would still remain in my backup. "See? Done." I showed him my phone screen.

"Delete the ones in your backup as well," he said.

I frowned. "Mr. Witkers—"

"What's going on?" Elian asked, walking up to us, his boss-aura stronger than ever.

Mr. Witkers straightened up and said, "Sir, I was just asking Ma'am to delete the photos and videos she took, but she's not agreeing."

"So?" Elian let out with disinterest.

"It's not allowed, Sir—"

"I know. But she's the COO. She can do whatever she wants," Elian said, glaring at Mr. Witkers and daring him to say anything further.

"Sorry, Sir and Ma'am." With that, the worker went away.

"Well, that was strange," I commented.

"No, you're strange. What are you doing? You know, it's strictly against the rules to click photos in here," Elian scolded.

He just defended me, and now, he was scolding me? What was with him?

"I know, I know. I just have a bad feeling," I murmured.

"About?" he asked curiously.

"I have no idea. But why are you so interested?" I arched my eyebrow.

"You seem the type whose gut feelings are often right," he said with a shrug.

I narrowed my eyes at him before sighing. "It's a curse and a blessing."

"I suppose it is. Anyway, you want to get back to going on rounds?" he asked, and I nodded.

Whatever it was that I was feeling, I hope it was nothing too bad.

"Hey, hey, can we stop by in front of that bakery?" I asked excitedly when we were on our way back to the office from the manufacturing facility.

"Sure," Elian said.

I looked at him suspiciously. "Won't you ask why?"

"Is there any other reason than that you're craving it?" he let out as if it was nothing new. 

"Damn, you're good at guessing," I commented, being impressed. "You know, you should really consider becoming a psychic; it's way better than your murdering business," I suggested, and the car stopped in front of the bakery.

He rolled his eyes. "Just go get your brownies and shut up."

"On it!" I gave him a mock salute and got out of the car to go into the bakery.

Wait, did I tell him that I wanted to get brownies?

I turned around to look at Elian focused on his iPad. Either he really was good at guessing or just a very good stalker. God, the last thing I needed was my murderer boss to be a stalker.

I had dealt with lots of stalkers in my life; I didn't need to add my boss to that pile of creeps.

I turned back to the counter and ordered, "Three chocolate brownies, a chocolate delight." Three chocolate brownies were for me and the chocolate delight was for Anya. I would feel bad if I didn't get anything for Elian. What did he even like to eat? He seemed to hate any type of cake, but as I glanced around the displays, I had a feeling he might like red velvet. "And a red velvet."

After paying my bill and taking the package, I got out of the bakery, and suddenly someone bumped into me hard, making me fall to my side.

"Ah," I groaned when I tried to get up and felt pain in my elbow.

Instead of helping me up, that person grabbed my handbag and made a dash for it.

"He stole my purse! Someone catch him!" I hollered, but that person already blended with the crowd. I felt like crying as my bag had my credit cards, phone, important pen drives, house keys, car keys, and even my gun license that I just received today due to Elian pulling some strings to get it for me earlier.

Why were things like this happening to me again and again? This was too much to take in just a week.

"Hey, what happened?" Elian came running to me and kneeled in front of me, looking for injuries. Even if my elbow was hurting, it wasn't thankfully bleeding.

"Someone stole my bag," I told him, my voice coming out choked up.

"What?" He glanced at the direction I was looking and clenched his jaw, but then he looked back at me and tried to console me, "Don't worry, you will get your things back soon."

"But when? That bag has my everything. How am I going to enter my apartment tonight? I was so excited to sleep." My eyes got teary. "What am I going to show the clients at the meeting on Monday if I don't even have the pen drive? The team worked so hard for this. But all because I lost my bag; now all of their hard work is in vain."

"Hey, it's okay. You must have a spare key under your flower pot or doormat, and I'm sure there must be a copy of the pen drive with your team. Also, I'll tell Ms. Aled to inform your banks to block your credit cards for the moment," Elian said.

I nodded solemnly.

I was trying my best to be strong, but when I noticed my brownie box had fallen on the ground, now turned into mush, that was when my dam broke.

Tears started dropping out of my eyes involuntarily.

Elian pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms comfortably around me. "Hey, it's going to be okay. I promise I'll get your bag back with all the things intact."

"No, that's not it," I mumbled against his suit fabric.

"Then?" he asked softly.

I kept crying softly, instead of replying, and briefly thought about how nice he smelled and how comfortable the hug was.

"Wait a minute." Elan pulled back a little to look at my face, much to my dismay, and his eyes widened. "You're not upset about your brownies, are you?"

When I stared at his face blankly, a horrified disbelieving look formed on his face.

"I can't believe you, Alena," he let out.

"What's my fault? Those brownies were the only good thing in my life currently," I mumbled sadly, sniffling and wiping my tears.

"Well, you can buy them again," he reasoned.

"With what?" I showed him my empty hands. "They're not giving brownies for free, are they?"

He sighed in exasperation. "I will buy them for you. Consider it my treat for your hard work, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a little happy about the thought of getting brownies again.

That's when I realized that I was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, Elian was kneeling in front of me, and everyone walking by us was giving us weird glances.

"Everyone must be thinking we are crazy," both of us muttered at the same time.

We both stared at each other for a short moment before bursting out into laughter. For some reason, I got a déjá vu. As if this exact thing happened once before.

Right after that, my head throbbed as an unknown, blurry vision of a boy and girl laughing while sitting in the middle of a similar sidewalk appeared in my head.

Why the hell was I getting dejá vu when I couldn't remember tripping on the street and embarrassing myself like this ever before? What was happening with me?