"I will make you pay, Gavin. Whether or not you know what you did." There was so much agony dripping from Ron's words. His eyes were reddened. There was a vein popping on his forehead. The evening sun casted shadows that frames his face to resemble that of a nightmare creature.Gavin was still standing by the gate when Ron who was supposed to be going home, walked close to him.Ron stared at Gavin's legs and thought to himself, still angry and rage driven, "Those legs of yours, the ones you use to work two jobs, I will make sure I bruise them so you will not put me to shame anymore. You will get what is coming for you." He approached Gavin slowly, and looked at the other direction to make him perceive that he was not looking at him. "Good evening sir," Gavin greeted, but his voice and words felt like that of a fly or a mosquito to Ron. It only made him feel more aggravated at the young man who was only working for his daily bread and had no awareness that his superior in office had
Hearing Megan squeal with terror after seeing his beaten body on the floor, made him raise his head up to look at her right there at the right of the door. "I got beaten up," he answered her question. "What? Why? What happened?" Meghan moved towards him and tried to touch him, but he shrieked away at her advances. He could only feel nothing but pain as she touched him. Gavin searched his mind to answer the question, but could not find any real reason why he was beaten up. "I really don't know," he said. "But then, who did this?" She had concern written all over her face. "My superior. The Chief Security Officer. I really did not do anything and he did this?" Megan sprung back for a few seconds. Her look of concern morphed quickly into one of unbelief and shock. "Are you sure that is what happened?" She asked. "Why exactly would he want to beat you up to this state? Are you sure you did not do something?" "I am telling you that I don't know why I was beaten up, so I cann
Gavin found himself intrigued by his wife's words, especially the last sentence she made. He felt his eyes water a bit, but did not think it had anything to do with what she had said, or anything to do with feeling bad. "What did you mean by that?" He asked. "What do you mean by saying I give false hope?" Please explain to me what that means."Meghan sighed. "I did not want to bring this up now, but because you asked, I think there is no better time to do so. It's about you telling me to go to the bank to secure investments." Gavin's ears spiked up at the mention of this. He had totally forgotten about the bank. And now he sincerely wanted to know how the ordeal must have turned out."Go on..." he urged. She did not notice how much his interest surged up at the mention of the bank from her."Well, I went to the bank alright," she began, "I got the deal, but it was not because of you. It was because I got help from someone I totally had no idea would have helped me in the first place
Meghan wore a happy face at work that morning. A smile almost as bright as the morning sun. She walked with a steady gait that showed confidence in the most non vocal ways comfortably. Her stride could be seen by everyone. She looked even more regal than she had ever been. And this was someone that, on a normal day, looked like a gracious goddess. Today she seemed to wear the heavens around her head like a crown so everybody could see it and admire her."Good morning," she greeted everybody she met along the way in the hallway. And they'd greet her as well. Who would not like a beautiful woman with a smile on her face talking to them? Certainly not the men she greeted on her way there."Good morning, Meghan," they'd say back, wondering what might have happened to her, as long as they could tell, Meghan was not much of a smiler. Or rather they had not seen her that happy in such a long time.Her mom and sister were in the office where she opened the door like a butterfly flying out of
When James finally sighted Meghan, he buried his head in shame and tried his very best not to look her in the eye. He was certain that she would scold him on how he was a promise and fail sort of person, as he had promised her that he would help her get a deal in the bank by speaking to his connection, but failed to achieve anything reasonable."Harry, I think I would be on my way now," he said, about backtracking out of the door without saying a thing to Meghan. Before Harry could react to his friend's sudden departure, Meghan had rushed into James' arms in a hug."Where do you think you are going?" She said, her voice a cheerful bundle of joy, as her arms tied up around him.James, frightened by what he considered to be mixed signals coming from her, stuttered in his speech, and was about to apologize to her. "Thank you," she said suddenly and certainly. "Thank you for what?" He asked, as confused as ever."Well, have you forgotten what you did?" Asked a perplexed Meghan. "Withou
31. Workplace Violence. Abuse. And Brutality.A day after the beating, and Gavin went back to work, walking by limping with his bruised leg and body. It was painful. And as though that was not enough, the weather itself was unbearable. The sun was high in the sky. The heat seemed to sip in through the wounds and into his bones. As he walked, tears hung to his eyes on standby. "I am not going to let him get away with this," he swore through the pain he was going through. "I promise I am going to make him pay for what he did." But physical pain was not the only thing Gavin was facing. Although he tried to ignore it. His heart too was wrenching on the inside, seemingly almost about to collapse. He could not help but remember the argument he had with Meghan just a few days ago when she saw him lying flat in the living room of their house. Her words, as sharp as a needle, and as cold as ice, still tore through him. The images and words kept on playing in his head, causing him more unt
Gavin's mouth was immediately short for words. He felt like there was more he could say, but then decided against it. He was quiet for the first few seconds after Brax had said what he said. He stood still, as though frozen in the coldness of time."Did you hear me, or did you not?" Brax once upon declared quite brashly. "Go to work this instant, or stay here and the next three minutes, lose this job. It seems you have become unable to hear in a matter of seconds.”Nothing to say, Gavin bowed his head and moved on ahead. He found right after he opened the door that Ron the C.S.O was still right there eavesdropping.Their eyes met and as Gavin had expected him to do, he went down to mock him. "Look who just got sent out of the office after trying to report me. You. Can you not see it, Gavin? You are a failure. You better go deliver on that job like the boss have told you to. You know you don't want to disappoint him." Gavin ignored him as expected to. He walked past without sparing
Ugh, another person trying to insult him again, Gavin thought, totally unimpressed by the woman's words or behavior."Are you really an employee of the City Express? Why do you look so tattered and beaten up like a bull?" The lady did not seem to want to back down on her repulsive questioning.Well there was nothing Gavin could do about it. He began walking back to his motorbike. But the unrelenting old woman followed him. "Why are you not answering me?" She asked, becoming furious with every step she took towards him, and every step he took away from her.He still gave her no replies. On his mind was only one imperative at the time: meet up with Meghan and find out what she wants to tell you."This is bad customer service. How can you be an employee of City Express? You're unprofessional, you're ugly, and you lack disrespect. Your body is also badly shaped. Don't move any more inches, you scoundrel, or I will call your boss, right here, right now."By that time, Gavin was already on