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Sofia P.O.V.

I woke up with a weird feeling and a lot of pain in my stomach. Argh! Periods! Why wasn't I born a boy?

Knock! Knock!

"Come in!" I said and Brandon came inside the room angrily. .

"Why are you here? Get out!" I gritted my teeth and his eyes held a surprise look.

"You're not ready. I am getting late, get up and make me coffee." Brandon said.

"And since when did you start drinking and eating food of my hands?" I shouted.

"Are you on your periods?" He asked raising his eyebrows and I blushed.

"I want you downstairs in 15 minutes." He said and then left.

I got out of the bed and did my morning routine. After dressing up and making myself professional, I went downstairs. Brandon was sitting on the dining table with a cup of coffee and there was another cup.

"Good Morning!" I greeted him.

"Here have some coffee and then we'll leave." Wow! He made coffee for me. I am blessed.

"Thank you!" I said and drank coffee. I was not a big fan of coffee so it took me good time to drink one.

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"As you're my assistant, you'll call me sir in the office. No! You'll call me sir everywhere." Brandon said while checking his files.

"Now take these files to room 16." He demanded.

"Ok! Give me the keys of your private elevator." I said.

"I am not giving. You can take the public elevator." He replied.

"That's not working." I reminded him.

"Take stairs!"

"Are you in your sense? Room 16 is on the second floor and we are on 50 floor." I said angrily. I hve stomach ache and his attitude is not helping with situation.

"Why can't you just give me the keys of your private elevator?" I asked him.

"Because I don't want to. Now get your lazy ass up and take these files." He said.

"By the way you're getting fat drinking hot chocolate everyday." He told me and started doing his work. I ignored his insult and order and played temple run in my mobile.

"Didn't I tell you something to do minutes ago?" He questioned, tilted his head.

"Yes! You ordered never asked. I am not your maid to follow your orders." I said harshly.

"Yeah! You're not my maid but you're my slave so do as I say, slave." He said.

"Or do you want me to increase my hatred towards you?" He asked and when I didn't reply he smirked.

I took the files and after what felt like 100 years I reached the second floor.

After delivering files I made my way to 50th floor but stopped on 19. I was tired, I needed water. My eyes scanned the whole floor and stopped at elevator. Maybe now the public elevator is working. I walked towards the elevator and pressed the button. The moment elevator arrived, I rushed inside and quickly pressed the button for 50th floor.

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And then the great elevator stopped, the light on the elevator turned off. No! This is not happening. Am I going to die? No! I don't want to die. I want to spend my life with Brandon. I am scared of darkness and a fact that when I'll die, Brandon will move on real quick is not helping either. I don't have a mobile right now. I don't want to die at least let me drink hot chocolate first, No! At least let me first kiss my Brandon and hot chocolate. No! Hot chocolate, go away! I am not insulting you but I like Brandon more then you.

Emergency button. Where is the emergency button? I dismissed my every thought and started searching for emergency button.

After sometimes I started getting asthma attack. Inhaler. Where is my inhaler? I left it in the office. I again searched for emergency button but found none. I then laid on the floor as darkness consumed me.

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"You're fired, you piece of shit!" I woke up by Brandon shouting and cursing at someone. I looked at my surrounding and noticed I was in Brandon's arms.

"If something happens to my Sofia, I'll sue you, bloody bastard." He said to someone.

"But Sir I put the board written 'no entry' on it, it was clearly your wife's fault." The person replied.

"How dare you talk about my wife like that? She is my wife. Brandon Maxwell's wife, fucktard." Brandon yelled.

"What are you motherfuckers watching? Fuck off!" Brandon yelled again.

"Brandon," I whispered.

"Sofia, are you alright?" Brandon said while reading my face for any injury. It was the first time I saw him worried for me.

"You're with me, nothing is going to happen to you." He said as he hugged me to his chest.

"Brandon, my inhaler?" I asked.

"Oh! Yeah! Here!" He said and inserted the inhaler into the mouth and pressed it.

"Are you alright now?" He asked.

"I am alright, Brandon." I told him.

"We are going home now." He said.

"And you're officially fired, you trash." He shouted at the man.

"Why are you firing him?" I asked Brandon.

"None of the matter for you to concern." He replied and took me to his car.

He sat down with me on his lap and the driver started driving. I hugged him tightly which he returned with the same force.

"You smell so good!" He mumbled.

"I thought I lost you." He said and buried his face into the crook of my neck.

"I love you, Brandon." I said and he remained silent.

After sometimes he swung the door open before adjusting me in his arm and making his way inside some building. By the looks of building I can tell it's a hospital. Even the name of hospital brings back those memories which I am trying to hide deep inside me.

"Why are we here?" I asked, scared.

"I am ok! Let's go home." I told him.

"Where is Ian Samuels?" He asked the manager.

"Do you have an appointment?" Manger asked him and he shakes his head.

"If you want to meet him, place an appointment." Manger fold him.

"And if you want to keep your job tell me where is he?" Brandon said angrily.

"Your name?" Manager asked.

"Brandon Maxwell."

"Hello, doctor! Do you know this Mr Maxwell?........ Yeah! His name is Brandon...... Ok!..... Now?? Ok!"

"You can go to room 11." He told Brandon.

"I can walk." I told Brandon.

"Shut up!" He said while taking me to the room.

"But I am fat and fat people are heavy." I mocked.

"Hello, Brandon! And who is this Lady with you?" Doctor said.

"My wife. She had asthma attack and I don't think so she is well. Check her up." Brandon told the doctor.

After checking me up doctor told Brandon there is nothing g much to worry and we went home.

"Are you hungry?" Brandon asked me.

"No!" I replied.

"Why am I even asking you?" He questioned himself and put me on his bed.

After sometimes he came with a tray of food.

"I am seriously not hungry." I exclaimed.

"Eat it!" He ordered.

"Always ordering." I mumbled.

"If you want me to eat it, you have to feed me." I said and gave him my best puppy dog face.

"Fine!" He growled before putting a spoon of rice in my mouth.

"I am full!" After eating half of the plate I exclaimed.

"No! You're not!" He argued.

"I am!" I pouted.

"No! You're not! And beside it your loosing a lot of weight." He said as he pecked my pouty lips.

"Argh!" I again pouted.

"Do not pout or else I will kiss that pout so hard." He said.