Chapter 6

I didn't want to think too much into his words.

"Since you do everything yourself, why don't you just drive yourself? Is it better to hand your life over to a complete stranger?" I asked but he kept silent. I waited for an answer but there was none forth coming.

He looked like he was thinking of what to say. Come on!

"It's because I don't want to!" He finally said but that wasn't the answer I was expecting.

"Uh?" After waiting for so long for an answer, this is what I get? "What do you mean you don't want to?"

"I just don't want to. I don't enjoy it particularly, so I prefer being driven around by someone else."

"And risking lives? Tch, it's no wonder your drivers all died!" I folded my arms "So, how'd ya get to work this morning?"

"When I said I didn't like driving, it didn't mean I couldn't. If I didn't want to, I'd just take a public transport." He said and evaded the question.

But seeing that his car was at the garage, I concluded that he drove there but what did he say? Did that mean he takes the bus?

"What!?" I exclaimed shocked. That was completely unbelievable. "You're serious? And people in the bus didn't die?"

"Don't worry, they don't dare to attack in public."

"Then why don't you take the bus everyday?" I asked trying not to laugh.

"I can't, it's not good for my reputation!" He said and I blinked in disbelief. Really, that's what he's thinking about? I sighed

"As they say, pride goes before a fall!" I stated while shaking my head. "I don't think I can talk you out of anything. It wouldn't do me good if you're dead or alive. What I care about is money so, " I stretched out my hand "...when am I getting my pay?"

"At the end of the day!" He said and turned to leave but stopped.

He looked at me with a disappointed expression on his face. I wondered if I did or said anything wrong.

"In that sense, if my father's wife offers you a large sum of money to be a spy, would you do it?" He asked and I froze. Why didn't I think of that before spilling out my greatest desire?

I thought for a while on what to choose. The perfect guy in front of me or money? I contemplated seriously.

My silence must have given him an answer. He nodded with that disappointed expression and said;

"That's...sad to know!" With that, he walked away, leaving me to ponder a little.

I didn't understand why he had that sorry expression. It made me feel guilty in a way but honestly, did I say something wrong?

I watched him leave and found myself admiring his retreating figure.

"Even his back is perfect!" I muttered to myself. I couldn't help but imagine how he'd look like without a shirt on. "I bet his skin is soft and smooth like his palm." I drooled at the thought but quickly snapped out of it.

The moment I started having fantasies about Oscar, was the moment I realized I was indeed a girl. Not a girly girl but a girl.

"I don't want to fall for someone simply because he looks good. I need to remember the pain, how it hurt to love someone wrongly. I don't want to feel that way ever again!" I made my resolve and slapped my cheeks and ouch! It hurt!

Even after making my resolve, I still found myself indulging.

"But still, how can a man be this perfect?" I leaned back and found myself falling off the stool. I landed on my head and got a bump. It hurt to hit my head but it wasn't like I wasn't used to it.

I rubbed my bruised head and picked up my cap, which had fallen off.

"This is what daydreaming gets me. Damn boss, he doesn't even know the shit he does to people around him." I sat down on the floor trying to get my head straight.

"I heard a fall, what happened?" Oscar, who walked in unexpectedly, asked. I was still recovering from the impact when I looked up to see a disgusted expression on his face. I wondered what he was so irritated about and rubbed my head only to realize, my hair!

'Shit, my cap's off!' I thought.

"I don't want to see that ever again!" He glared at me and I couldn't help but feel shivers down my spine. Those beautiful eyes of his could turn terrifying in less than a minute.

"Jeez, I wasn't gonna show it to you anyway!" I muttered as I put the cap back on, adjusting it perfectly so that my hair wouldn't show. He turned and wanted to leave but stopped. I was confused. Like really confused.

He turned to look at me, no longer having that disgusted expression but a worried look. What the hell was this? Mood swing festival?

"Are you alright?" He asked and my eyes twitched.

"Do I look like I'm alright?" I made effort not to show the confusion in my face. I go up, dusted my but and faced him. "You're my boss and I respect that but pal, what's with the mood swing? It's giving me the creeps!" I spoke my mind not minding the fact that he could get mad.

If there were consequences then, I'd face them head on.

I waited for a reply but he simply closed his eyes and sighed.

"Is that so?" He opened them "I didn't think it would show while you're here!" I calculated how much I had to take in before I lost my mind. Who was this guy? "I can't control my mood when I'm at home."

"So, you're not entirely cold and brutal like your profile says?" I asked still finding it hard to believe. He shook his head and I found myself cursing "Fuck!" I palmed my face

"You've got a crude tongue. I don't like it!" He stated

"You... I won't speak that way again." I assured. "For now!" I muttered

"I'm going to work for a while in my study. If you're hungry, help yourself to the food in the fridge!" He said and I gave him a thumbs up. He walked away and I swore I heard him say; 'This kid is hard to read. He acts like a girl!' Of course he couldn't read me. Someone had to spell it out to him that I was indeed a girl not a boy.

It was amazing how I managed to talk to Oscar without fainting from fear. He was like an opened book in closed doors but a complete psycho maniac when working.

After a few minutes, I felt bored. I took out my phone and checked for any thrilling news. I found one that caught my attention.

'BIG TIME MULTI-BILLIONIARE CAUGHT IN AN HOTEL WITH A MYSTERIOUS GIRL'

The heading sounded interesting so I clicked on it. My eyes popped as soon as I saw the content. There were pictures of me in an hotel with a man.

Though my face was blurred, I knew it was me.

"This... This happened last night." I looked at the man carefully and discovered he had a resemblance to my boss. It had to be him. How did I get into a scandal with my boss?

I gently dropped my phone on the table and took off my cap. Phase one of craziness began.

"How can I be in a scandal with my boss?" I exclaimed loudly and picked up the remote. It took a while before I could finally turn on the television. The news came up and guess what, it was the same topic. "I'm doomed!"

I paced the room to and fro thinking of what to do and then stopped.

"Wait, why am I worrying so much? It's not like anyone can see my face but, what if they have more pictures and eventually show my face? My life will be ruined!" Phase two of craziness began and I started banging my head against the wall without feeling any pain.

"If boss finds out I'm the girl in the picture, he's gonna kill me." I sobbed but then realized something. "Wait a minute, I'm a boy now. There's nothing to be afraid of because he doesn't know I'm a girl!" I nodded feeling proud of my theory

"You're a girl?" I heard Oscar's voice, vibrating with anger. He marched towards me and took hold of my hand. He completely ignored the fact that my forehead was bleeding and pulled fiercely. I guess his mood was set to anger mode. "You're the girl in the scandal, right? You came to work for me dressed as a boy but you're actually a girl. Tell me, did that woman send you? She sent you to deceive me and gain my trust, isn't that right?"

His questions kept flying towards my poor heart. My tongue was completely tied, causing me to remain silent. He grinned and looked like he would kill me.

"Your silence means yes. You said it yourself, you were after the money, so of course you were paid to keep an eye on me." He somehow came up with that conclusion and I smelt danger. "You won't be able to report back because," he leaned towards me and whispered with a terrifying voice "... I'm. Going. To. Kill. You!" Those words sent massive chills down my spine. I was deeply terrified but still, I couldn't utter a single word of defense.

I shewed on my cap as the scene played before me. That was phase three of craziness.

Hallucinations! I saw the worst case scenario and shivered. What other horrible things would he do to me if he concluded I was deceiving him? I really wasn't deceiving him but with this scandal, he would have every reason to believe so.

I heard footsteps descending the stairs and quickly wore my cap while trying to regain all my senses. I touched my forehead and noticed it was bleeding. I looked at the wall, sure enough, it was stained with my blood.

"Shit! What am I going to say about this?"

"I heard you screaming like a little girl, what happened?" He asked. Before I could answer, his eyes had landed on the television. The news must've caught his attention. He didn't look surprised and turned to me. His eyes widened in shock and hurried towards me. "What happened to your forehead? How did...?" His eyes landed on the blood stained wall. "Did you hit you head against the wall?" He asked sounding surprised.

"Um, it's nothing!" I said. He took me to the kitchen and carefully cleaned my forehead with cotton. The way the acted was very unfamiliar to me. No one had taken time to carefully care for my wound. I felt touched. But, did I deserve his care? Who was I to accept it?

"Really, it's nothing!" I said

"How can this be nothing? You're bleeding!" His worried expression made me smile.

"Do you think I would've survived till now if I had taken every injury seriously? It's no big deal to bleed once in a while." I said and wanted to go back to the living room but he held my arm firmly.

I felt his skin on mine and somehow, felt assured.

"Even at that, you shouldn't let this slide." He said "I don't want to be accused of bullying my employee so, just sit and let me take care of it."

I stared at him bewildered. Even the great Oscar King knew how to make excuses. The more I got to know him, the closer I felt to him. This guy was way more than a vicious and fierce capitalist.