"Hi, this is scientist Richard. I'm definitely busy right now, please leave a message."
Celine tried calling Dr Richard so many times, but it kept going to voicemail. She dressed cooperatively that morning.
She dressed like someone who was going to an actual office. She wore a red corporate gown which clearly shows the curves of her body.
She lit up the dress with some tiny gold accessories, black heels, and an office bag.
"Strangers will think you're the manager." Margaret complimented.
"Do you think this is too much for just advertising? Celine asked.
"Not even a little bit. It's gorgeous and I think they should compliment you too." Margaret said with a big laugh that shows almost all her dentition.
"Look at you …. hyping me all up like you're my big sister," Celine said.
"I'm proud of the lady you're becoming," Margaret said again, which made Celine feel like she was doing the right thing, and she always gets support emotionally whenever she needs it.
Sinclair was not happy about the idea of employing Celine as one of their advertising committee members, but she couldn't do anything about it.
"Celine Johnson I think you're too dressed for just a junior staff advertiser," Sinclair smirked to her when she gathered a meeting for everyone in the administrative sector.
One thing Celine hates more than cockroaches is embarrassment. She immediately felt cold-footed and, for the first time in her life, felt ashamed.
"I dress my best." She muttered.
"Well, your best is not best at all cause you look like a 1994 school teacher," Celine said and everybody started laughing at her.
"Enough! Wilfred commanded. He went closer to Celine and grabbed her hand.
"You don't bully any staff or say bad things about any staff in these premises." He yelled and left with Celine.
Sinclair's face became bitter the moment Wilfred came in. She could do anything at all to wipe Celine's face off the surface of the earth.
"I'm so sorry dear," Wilfred said to Celine when he brought her to his car.
"Why are people so bitter, why do rich people enjoy making my life miserable?" Celine weeped.
Wilfred ordered his office driver and security out of the car so he could have a romantic moment with her.
He hugged her and apologized again then kissed her on the forehead.
Without giving in much thought he took Celine to a boutique where they sell very expensive clothes and accessories.
It wasn't just clothes shopping, it was another romantic moment for both of them. She picked really nice clothes that fit them perfectly. The last one she wore was a mixed black and white skimpy skirt and a jacket that was the same color as the skirt.
The skirt brought out her curves, and the jacket showed her neck and her breasts.
When she walked in with the dress, Wilfred felt goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He looked at her, tasting.
"You look fantastic." He said.
"Thank you so much. This is too expensive, and I love it. Can I keep them? She asked.
"Yes, you can pick them and more. I'll take care of the bills. Wilfred said.
Celine hugged him out of happiness and gave a very big smile. The smile that could make someone fall at first sight.
That afternoon, Celine had walked in looking gorgeous. She loved her new job even if the people there were not so nice because they still called her "the janitor lady," which made her angry sometimes.
Wilfred sensed the tight and unwelcoming atmosphere when he entered Sinclair's office. She was holding a laptop with a tiny flash drive tucked at the side.
"Would you care to explain this?" Sinclair said, turning the laptop to his side.
"I resigned, but as if that was not enough you are also threatening my life. What do you want? Mr Fredrick's voice was heard clearly from the video recording, but nobody's face was shown.
"I heard you went to do some sort of chemical report without our knowledge."Another man in the background said.
Sinclair paused the video and looked straight into Wilfred's eyes.
"Do you recognize that voice? She asked.
"That's Mr Raymond's voice, your father," Wilfred said.
The video is the conversation between Celine's father and Mr Raymond. Mr Fredrick Johnson was recording a video to use as backup for his evidence.
Wilfred didn't really see the flash drive when he was going through the files, but he knew that it might have fallen off or she might have collected it before he came.
"Well, I have no idea where you got that flash drive from." He said.
"The files you collected from me. Where is it? Sinclair asked.
"They were packed with evidence against the company so I trashed them." He lied.
"Which evidence and what was Celine, or whatever she calls herself, doing with it the day Joana collected it from her?" Sinclair asked again.
"Like Joana said, Celine was cleaning the office and decided to look at some old files nothing special." Wilfred lied.
Sinclair became sad with the way he's always protecting Celine no matter what, that's what she's ever dreamed of. A man who would like her and stand for her like Wilfred does for Celine.
"Mr Wilfred, do you like her? Your… so sorry, my bad, our staff and employee Miss Celine Johnson." Sinclair asked with confidence.
"I don't like her, I love her." Wilfred said boldly."
Sinclair suddenly felt a sharp pain; she had always been crushing on Wilfred ever since their fourth grade.
"I'm pregnant." She said.