I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Fiona was out of options. Even a simple job like screwing bolts in an electronics factory seemed beyond her reach, given her abilities, yet it paid well. Suppressing her emotions, she eventually entered the factory. Justin was by her side, assisting her with the onboarding process and later showing her to her room. He had even bought toiletries and brought all her clothes and luggage.

Sitting on the bunk bed in her dorm, Fiona watched Justin bustling about and couldn’t help but scoff, “You really do listen to Meredith, and you do whatever she tells you.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Indeed, it was Meredith’s insistence that kept Justin at Fiona’s side, helping her with the paperwork to prevent any mishap. “Just focus on your work here,” Justin said as he stood at the door of her dorm. “And remember to pay back Meredith on time. Don’t overthink things.”

“Justin,” Fiona stopped him as he was leaving, rising to approach him. “Tell Meredith, I appreciate her help.” Her thanks were not heartfelt but a means to possibly maintain contact in the future.

Unaware of Fiona’s ulterior motives, Justin replied, “At least you have some conscience. We’ve been running around for you. Don’t think too much, Fiona. Everyone makes mistakes, but if you can change, that’s what counts. Meredith and I always treat you like family; we’re doing this for your own good.”

“I admit I’m jealous of Meredith, but I also understand that everyone has their own fate,” Fiona said insincerely. “I envy her, but I won’t spend my life working in a factory. I’ll pay her back with my own efforts and carve out my own path.”

“Take care, and call if you need anything,” Justin said before leaving. In truth, both he and Meredith just wanted Fiona to settle down. If she could just keep her head down and work diligently at the factory for just a year, they would not the contract seriously.

After ensuring Fiona was settled, Justin called Meredith: “Meredith, Fiona’s settled in and asked me to tell you she appreciates your help.”

At Thornfield Gardens, Meredith was busy planning the grand opening of her cheese fondue restaurant. Upon receiving the call, she remarked, “If she can actually work in the factory for a year, then our efforts wouldn’t have been in vain. Keep a close eye on her, don’t let her get any funny ideas like borrowing money for some investment.”

Over the years, they had cleaned up several messes for Fiona. From early eBay scams costing a few thousand to stock market losses in the tens of thousands, culminating in a disastrous investment of over a million dollars. Despite these lessons, Fiona seemed unchanged.

Meredith had often advised Fiona to read less about get-rich-quick schemes, and that true money-making methods would never be detailed in books. “Times change, and what was once an opportunity may no longer exist,” she would say, emphasizing the limitations of book knowledge and the necessity of real-world experience and courage.

“Relax, I’ll keep an eye on her, checking her credit monthly to see how she’s doing at the factory,” Justin reassured her before ending the call.

After hanging up, Meredith stood up and walked over to Terrence Sterling, who had just returned home. “You’re back early today. Aren’t you supposed to have a social event tonight?”

“I was worried you might be bored at home, so I came to take you with me,” Terrence said with a warm smile. “Go change, and come with me.”

Ever since becoming pregnant, Meredith had developed the habit of eagerly awaiting Terrence’s return the moment he left. Each time she heard a sound in the courtyard, she couldn’t resist checking from the balcony. Seeing him return always inexplicably lifted her spirits. “Okay, wait for me,” she said, her mood buoyed. “Aren’t you worried about others knowing about us?”

Terrence tapped her forehead gently, “Why? I wish the whole world knew.”

Meredith had always been concerned about the implications of their relationship, fearing abandonment or ridicule. Now, reassured by his attitude, those worries gradually evaporated. “Then I’ll go change,” she said, running upstairs with a laugh.

Watching her ascend, Terrence’s eyes were filled with indulgence. “Take your time, no rush.”