Evan's POV

I watched her standing at my desk in my office. I was antagonized by her behavior. She had already arrived late and when she eventually arrived I called her desk and she wasn't answering the line. I had to put an applicant in her place because Miss Blackman was nowhere to be found. She, of all people, should know better.

I hated slackers and she was becoming one, which was very disappointing. She was one of the best employees I'd ever hired and I really didn't want to regret hiring her.

"Miss Blackman, what's the meaning of this?" I asked, referring to her absence a while ago from her desk.

She hesitated to answer. I looked at her carefully and noticed her makeup had be smudged.

She was crying. Maybe because of her mom. What's really wrong with her mom anyway?

"I'm... very sorry Mr. Hollen," she stuttered and lowered her head in trepidation.

She was trembling, sending all the signs of fear from being in such a position-- a position where she could be fired.

"Clean out your desk," I said to her and she flinched at the words.

She turned slowly on her heels and, without another word, she walked out the door.

My cellphone rang on the desk. I looked at the caller ID and flashed a smile immediately, but I let it ring out. I, then, threw back my head and laughed when she called again.

It was Jessica Hills, my ex girlfriend from high school. Apparently, Jessica wanted to reconnect with me and become friendly. The last I heard from her, she was traveling to Canada to go live with her cousins.

"She must be back in Brooklyn now," I said to myself.

Why else would she be calling my cellphone? And how the hell did she get my number? She must have called my family's mansion first. Dad would give my number to anyone. Ughhh!

I switched off my phone and walked out my office.

Miss Blackman was gathering the last of her things, throwing them into a box. The applicant I hired was at the desk, taking calls and glancing at Miss Blackman from the corner of her eye. I had dismissed the other applicant to another level where she'd be interviewed. I was not up for it anymore.

After Miss Blackman reached the end of her packing, she walked out from behind the desk and stood a respectable distance away.

"Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Hollen. I really did appreciate it and it was a pleasure working for you," she said, tears in her throat. She slowly turned on her heels and began walking towards the elevator.

Where the hell is she going?

"Miss Blackman," I called after her.

Her pace slowed and she turned to me.

"It's okay sir, I'll be fine." She turned to leave again, which only caused me to go after her and stop her right before she got into the elevator.

"Where are you going?" I asked, arching my eyebrows.copy right hot novel pub