I wish I could go back in time and stop my dad from dying. I could insist him to take the chance of living. I'm the cause of his downfall. How can I live without him? How can I accept the orphan life that's waiting for me. I am too much of a coward to face the world alone. Who will I cook for anymore? I wish if God could take my life instead of dad's.

My mind was totally blank from few days. And Damien's cold shoulder isn't helping at all. I work for him like a machine but still he doesn't pity me. Making me work more and more hard everyday.

"Are you listening, Ms Smith?" He was extra grump today. Pmsing for sure.

"Can you repeat what I just said?" Not sure what he said i stammered, "You.. said.."I looked down before looking up at him, "I wasn't paying attention."

"I understand you're having hard time in personal life." His eyes gazed mine.

"However that is no reason not to pay attention at work."

He continued with his cold tone, "I am not fond of incompetent people, Ms Smith." I know that already. "Arrange a meeting with Mr Christopher for next week. I don't like to repeat myself, one more negligence; and consider yourself fired." I nodded my head. To my peace, he left, walking towards his office.

"And Ms Smith, let your father be." He stopped walking and said without turning to face me.

"Let him be? let him die?" I blinked my tears back. He scoffed, "If that's what he wants."

"Clearly you never suffered from a loss of your dear one." My mouth uttered before I could stop, I slapped it shut realizing I may have hit some nerve. I don't know a thing about his family. Thank god he didn't pay attention to my comment and marched into his office, I released a breath I was holding.

I have to pay him back whatever amount of money he has spent of on us. Though he said there is no need to. But I won't be able to live with myself knowing I owe him million dollars. I will return every penny if it means working day and night. I was too much occupied with my thoughts and work that I didn't notice his fiance walking into the floor until she walked past me, her high heel sound irritated my ear. She glanced in my direction, "lowlife,"

"A lowlife better then a dumb bimbo." I snapped back, loud enough for her to hear. If she thinks she can walk over me just for having a title 'his fiance' then this snake has it all wrong. I won't stand her annoying ass.

She ignored my insult like she didn't hear and entered in his office. I tried to calm my inner demons and paid attention to work.

Moments later I was called in. Here we go. "Get us something to eat from nearby cafe." He ordered. That's not the part of my job, I wanted to shout. What an asshole. Making me his waitress.

I pinched my nose in frustration as I glared at the two devils. What a good couple, suiting eachother.

"My leg hurts." Seriously Winnie? I asked myself at my lame excuse. I should have come up with something better.

"Did I hear you say something, Ms Smith." Both fools looked at me. One glaring, other raging.

"I said I'll get you something to eat, Sir and Ms..-" What was her name again? Lake? sea? river? Ahh river. "Thanks, honey." She sweetly, faked thanked me. Faker. Batting her fake eyelashes. Spider eyelashes alert.

I wore my coat, grabbed my purse before taking elevator for ground floor, however the elevator stopped, "We need to stop meeting in elevators only, cupcake."

"I don't remember your name." I said politely cursing my bad memory.

"Lucas Johnson." He chuckled. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah to grab something to eat for starving snake and dinosaur." I don't remember signing for that. "I hate his cold ass, I swear to god." I let it out being totally frustrated.

"Calm down, cupcake." Ahh! I counted from ten to one, it's a good way to cool down. "Would it hurt if you take my side?"

"but..-"

"Fine then." I said cutting him off, rubbing my forehead. Great! I have a headache now.

"May I join you?" Lucas asked.

"Ofcourse,"

We both walked to the cafe, discussing about our lives. "So how old are you?" He asked. "20. You?" I asked back. "24."

"So how did you join Knight Enterprise?" He asked, curious.

"My father wanted me to work with him. Get some 'experience' ya know?" I rolled my eyes at my own sentence. I really need to stop rolling my eyes whole day. What if they stuck like that.

"I graduated from Harvard but still getting this job was really tough for me." Harvard? This boy here got brains. But Damien such a cold hearted bast-. Don't let me complete that word.

"I went to a culinary college. I graduated from there as a chef. I am supposed to work in a bakery or a resturant cooking and baking but I am stuck here it seems."

As we entered inside the resturant, I licked my lips in hunger. I ordered spaghetti and meat balls for both bimbos sitting back at office and a potato pie for myself. Lucas ordered for himself and we went back to office.

I knocked at his door, my mood still off. "Come in,"

"Here." I put the food bag on the table but before I could get out from the office, I heard a pitchy voice, "Ewww. I can't eat this."

I looked at her in shocked. Don't tell me this bimbo feeds on leaves.

"I wanted a salad."

"In my defence you never said you wanted a salad."

"Look at yourself, it shows you eat all the junk in the world. But look at me, from which angle did you get the idea I eat carbs." Is she calling me fat?

"How would I know you eat raw vegetables? Are you a freaking rabbit?" I stormed my leg on the floor. I shook my head at her dumb statement. Where did he find her from? I laughed at his misery. Gonna stuck with her forever.

"Ask her to get me a salad, baby." She said looking at Damien with a pout. I swear if he sends me again, I'll lose it.

"Deal with it, Melissa." I smiled at my victory and went out.