I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

In the lingering calm of the afternoon, Justin softly urged, “No rush; I’ll wait for you.” His voice was gentle as he prompted, “Go use the restroom.”

Frustrated to find Justin unwilling to leave, Fiona’s mind raced-how could she switch the milk powder if he stayed? Reluctantly, she headed to the restroom. After a brief moment, she emerged saying, “Let’s go.”

“Alright,” Justin nodded and led the way.

Holding the bag closely, Fiona realized she found no opportunity to swap the milk powder and followed him out aimlessly.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Outside, a taxi was hailed. Fiona suggested, “Justin, you should sit in front, and you can put the stuff on the back seat; that might be easier later.”

Seating herself in the back, she arranged the items next to her while Justin settled into the front passenger seat. The taxi set off, embarking on nearly an hour’s drive.

During the journey, Justin made a call to Meredith, checking if she was home. The driver drove quietly, creating a tranquil atmosphere. Utilizing the moment Justin was distracted by the phone, Fiona discreetly took a can of milk powder from her bag-identical to one Justin had purchased-and slyly placed it into Justin’s bag.

This deception stemmed from the previous day’s observation of Justin’s purchase, sparking an idea. Since Joy Chaucer hadn’t found a new drug, Fiona crushed what was previously given to her into powder and packed it inside the milk powder can. Her evening prior was spent rushing through various stores to find a matching can of maternity milk powder rich in Vitamin D, crucial for pregnant women who commonly face calcium deficiencies.

Her heartbeat spiked as she swapped the cans, her eyes darting to Justin’s movements at the front. Once the switch was secured, Fiona exhaled deeply with relief. About ten miles later, Fiona’s phone rang. She answered, “Hello, what happened? Now? I’m out right now; it’ll take me half an hour. Okay, let the manager know, I’ll be right back…”

Hearing the conversation, Justin inquired, “What’s the matter?”

Fiona pocketed her phone, explaining, “I can’t make it now. An urgent shipment just arrived at the factory; I need to handle it. Justin, you’ll have to go yourself. Remember all the items for Meredith, including the milk powder in the bag.”

Justin, preoccupied, simply replied, “Okay, work is important. You go back to the factory.”

As the taxi pulled over, Fiona stepped out, her eyes darkening as she watched Justin’s taxi disappear into the distance.

With an umbrella in hand, Fiona walked in the opposite direction. Her shoulders bore the weight of the backpack, now containing the swapped milk powder she had retrieved. Spotting a roadside trash can, she discarded the milk powder before dialing Joy Chaucer, “The drug has been added to the milk powder; Meredith will certainly consume what Justin delivers…”

Earlier, Fiona had intended to handle the delivery herself. Yet in the end, letting Justin transfer the gifts always went smoothly-indicating Meredith would harbor no suspicions and wouldn’t turn down anything from Justin’s hands directly.

Unknown to Fiona, Justin never delivered the items to Meredith. After discarding the milk powder, Fiona hailed another cab, not to return to the factory but driven by a deceitful evasion. The medicated milk powder was now Justin’s responsibility; any forthcoming trouble would not be traced back to her.

Fiona imagined Meredith’s suffering, driven by envy-what she couldn’t have, neither would Meredith. Perhaps without her child, Terrence Sterling might forsake Meredith.

Lost in this bitter reverie, Fiona reveled in leveling the field against Meredith, who always seemed so superior. She, Fiona, was meant to be Mrs. Sterling.

As Fiona departed, a van halted next to the same trash can. Emerging from it was Ruby Kim, who had been tracking Fiona and witnessed her disposing of the suspicious can.