I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Since Tristan’s accident left him paralyzed, and his wife ran away, the entire village whispered behind the Thatcher family’s back. Outwardly sympathetic, none extended real help when asked for money for medical expenses.

The Thatcher relatives avoided them more after the accident. Helping with a few hundred dollars was possible, but anything more was out of the question. At this moment, the father and son were in agreement to sell the apartment and return to Willow Grove, the largest town near their village, to buy property.

Short-sighted, they only saw immediate benefits, without considering the broader implications. “Dad, Ainsley is your son, our roots are in Crimson Copse. Leaves return to their roots-we can’t stay in the capital forever. This isn’t our home. We don’t even know anyone here. It’s better to go back where we’re comfortable,” Tristan argued, reinforcing the sentiment of returning to their roots, a strong value in their village culture.

Mr. Thatcher grew increasingly convinced, “The capital might be bustling, but after a while, it’s just another busy place with apartments and cars everywhere. It’s not like our hometown with its better air and lively community where we can meet with neighbors.”

Once the idea of returning took hold, Mr. Thatcher’s resolve only strengthened. Mrs. Thatcher couldn’t help but interject, “Ainsley grew up here; he might not want to go back. Maybe we should ask him first.”

Mr. Thatcher’s expression hardened, “I’m his father, doesn’t what I say count? He’s my son, and he should return to our home where the Thatcher roots are. Besides, I’m thinking of his best interests. What’s so great about the big city? It’s just stress. Back home, even without working, we’ll have enough money. Later, we can even find a woman for Tristan.”

Tristan, pleased at the prospect of a new woman, joined in persuading Mrs. Thatcher, “Mom, I see you’re not comfortable here either. You don’t even know anyone. Back home, we could buy a big apartment and live comfortably, just like Aunt Marie. They have an apartment in Willow Grove and they bragged about it to Dad. We can afford it; it’s about time they envied us.”

Now, Mr. Thatcher was consumed with the idea of a mansion. He wanted to show it off to friends and family, to prove he could afford such luxury. He even fantasized about inviting everyone over to see it and make them jealous.

Mrs. Thatcher’s opinion didn’t matter much to the father and son; they just waited for Justin to return to discuss selling the apartment.

At that moment, Justin was unaware of the schemes brewing at home. After settling Fiona’s loan, he took her to her new workplace.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Arriving at the location, Fiona saw it was an electronics factory and asked, confused, “Justin, is this a mistake? Why are you bringing me here?”

Justin locked the car and explained, “No mistake, this is it. We’ve already spoken to the factory supervisor. Starting tomorrow, you’ll work here. How much you earn depends on how hard you work. If you’re working hard, you could make $7, 000 to $8, 000 a month, with room and board included, so no extra expenses. You’ll be able to pay off Meredith’s loan and still save money.”

Fiona burst out, “Are you kidding me? You work in a high-end office as a lawyer, Meredith lives like a wealthy lady, and me? I’m just supposed to screw bolts in this rundown factory?”

If there had been no comparison, Fiona might have accepted the job, grateful for the salary that seemed generous given her qualifications and capabilities. But seeing others in better positions made her discontent.

Justin reminded her, “Fiona, you don’t even have a diploma. What high-paying job do you think you could get? Even if we found you an office job, what could you do there? Are you capable of those tasks?”

“Why couldn’t Meredith find me a job at Sterling Corporation? She owns the whole corporation. She could have easily arranged something for me instead of…”

“Enough, Fiona,” Justin cut her off, visibly frustrated. “Being financially poor is temporary, but if your mindset is impoverished, that’s forever.”

Fiona felt deeply unjust, “She’s just luckier than me.”

“It is a favor that she helps you, not an obligation. Remember that, Fiona,” Justin pointed towards the factory gate, “Gold shines no matter where it is. Now, you either go in, or you find another job on your own.”