The smell of disinfectant had woken me up...I was sure I was in an hospital, I tried to recollect what happened but felt a slight headache, I could feel my head wrapped up with a bandage. I turned my head to the left side of the pillow but then I saw Mr rogers reading a news paper, I quickly closed my eyes because I was really shocked to see him there

What the heck was he doing here.

"I know you are awake Anne" I heard him say as he shut the newspaper in his hands...

Anne??? Why was he dropping the honorifics. That was the first time he would speak to me soo informally.

I quickly opened my eyes back and sat upright even if I could still feel pains all over my body.

'Wha-t am I do-ing here' I stuttered, i could feel my voice crack,

"You fainted a while back at my office, apparently you went for a strippers performance overnight"

I was soo shocked, how the heck did he find that out, there were no familiar faces at the club last night.

"I don't know what you are talking about' I denied...He brought out the envelope that I had with me that morning and brought a card from amidst the money and shoved it in my face ...it was written on the card

'thanks for your performance....jay jay strippers club.'

How did I not notice that they gave me a card and packed it with the money I wanted to give to him.

"Oh shit" i cursed under my breath

"It's non of your business where I got the money from....what matters is that, that's more than a quarter of the money that I owe you....and that's the payment' I replied trying to act unconcerned

"Well I won't accept this money, you work at a company and as a ballet teacher...you should know better than acting as a slut in a club . Have some dignity at least"

I felt so pissed off by what he said

"Have some dignity??....is that really coming from a man like yourself, do you think I don't feel disgusted with myself right now??. I felt more than disgusted while putting on a strip show in front of those perverted men.. But you caused it all Mr rogers ..you kept on overworking me, I thought it was because I couldn't pay up my debt that's why you were being hard on me. My mom was always called a whore, do you think I wished to inherit that nick name?......now you are talking about dignity, if you had any dignity you would know you shouldn't oppress people that are weaker than you just because of your position.....you are the worst human have ever met daniel rogers.' i yelled in annoyance as I pulled out the drip out of my wrist, I took my black jacket and walked out of the hospital room.

' Anne, anne ,anne olivia, miss olivia' He kept shouting my name from behind but I just ignored him. I went over to the counter to pay my hospital bills but they told me the man inside had volunteered to pay for me and I haven't fully recovered to be discharged yet, I told them to not mind it and paid the money then left for home.

It had been a few days after me and Mr rogers argument, he had stopped sending me errands and it was almost like we ignored each other at work. He passed by me most times without saying anything to me, it felt kind of weird because I was used to being sent on an errands by him. Mr donald had stopped asking me for the money I owed him and I felt like he was cooking something up, everything just felt kind of weird to me.

"Are you and mr rogers close....I mean are you guys relatives or are u dating??" Jasmine asked me one day as I was trying to finish some paper work.

"What are you talking about jasmine, we would be scolded again if we don't finish our work on time, do you think they will treat us like emma if we refuse to finish our work"I replied still scribbling some things on the paper

"But am being serious here"she whined

"Why would you even say that, didn't you see the way he used to send me on all those useless errands"

"Yeah I know about that but you see....he was really worried about you when you fainted the other day, he kept on asking the others to bring water to pour it on your face so you could wake up, he kept shouting your name too, he looked really scared and he was also the one who carried you to the hospital" she explained gesturing with the exposed lollipop in her hands.

"What are you talking about?.... He probably just did that because he wanted his money back" I replied as I dropped my pen on the paper as I finally looked at her feeling frustrated at her sense of reasoning

"Oh the accident you told me about the other day"she said and paused

"But something still feels off...why on earth would he pay Mr donald the money you owe him...I mean it was not him that crashed Mr donald's car"

"What are you saying?...why would he pay mr donald what i owe him. I didn't even tell him it was Mr donald's car i crashed."

"That's exactly what does not feel right....I saw them in the store room the other day and Mr rogers handed a cheque to him and told him not to bother you again about the car....I really thought you knew about it" she said as she bit her lower lips.

I was really shocked to hear that, why would Mr rogers do that....I ran over to where mr donald was, he was in the coffee room trying to make himself a cup of coffee.

"Excuse me sir" I said calling his attention as I kept panting for air because of the way I ran

"Oh miss olivia, how have you been???"he asked as he turned off the coffee machine and smiled to me, Which was quite unusual.

"Did Mr rogers give you the money for your car"I quickly asked ignoring his question

"So you finally found that out....he told me not to inform you about it....you guys must be really close, he gave me the money for a whole car.....I wouldn't have bothered you if I knew you were that close to the CEO" He replied smiling sheepishly

"What on earth are you talking about....I didn't even tell him I damaged your car"

"I think he asked around, he told me that it was his car you crashed with, he didn't tell me why he was paying for you but he I guess its because you guys were close right?" He asked rhetoritically as he patted my shoulder and went out of the coffee room carrying his cup of coffee in his hands...

I was dumbfounded.

Was I really wrong about him??