Whispers of the Damned

The silly nightmares had ruined my mood so badly.

Sometimes, the bad memories that disturb my sleep are just mixed with other unnecessary silliness. I still wonder why my brain could be so creative in creating those nightmares. It seems like... well, it's not creative but silly. My brain is so goofy. I'll just wait for it to decompose so that it doesn't go back to producing pointless nightmares.

But still, I should be the one controlling it. Trying to get out by calling a psychiatrist or psychologist like Abraham suggested... but that... that was a bad idea for me.

Just imagining it makes me shudder.

"Hey, are you okay?" Elsa's soft voice came into my hearing.

As I turned to her, her sweet smile appeared. If I were a man, I would make her my girlfriend. "I'm fine," I chuckled. I'm just daydreaming." I shook my head. I had a nightmare last night, and yeah... it made my mood worse." "It was just a dream. You don't need to dwell on it."

Yeah, he's never had the experience of seeing his best friend killed in front of his own eyes. I just chuckled at her reply and pulled out my breakfast. It was my second day of work, and of course, I was still in my routine. But I had brewed my own coffee at home and put it in a hot water bottle so I could take it with me everywhere. I avoided the kitchen as much as possible and left the room alone.

Zane Bernardi might show up and try to get back at me about what I had done to him yesterday.

"Why are you making lunch, Danny? You don't eat breakfast at home?"

"I'm a bit un... punctual, and I really enjoy my meals. I can't rush, so this is effective."

"But office hours start at half past nine. You came at seven..."

I grinned. "Yeah, better to wait than be late."

"You're very time-disciplined. I like that."

"But you're more time-disciplined. You can have breakfast at home and come to the office at an early hour."

She chuckled softly. "Not really." She said. "You cook your own breakfast while my mom has everything ready."

I gave a small nod. I snorted lethargically. "I miss my mom."

"You don't live with your parents, Danny?"

I shook my head. "I'm a little far from my family. My parents are in Madelin, Colombia. I have three brothers, the first is in Los Angeles, the second is a pilot but he always goes home to Madelin, the third is here but he lives apart from me. I live with my best friend in a flat not far from here."

"Wow, what a big family" she laughed. "It's very exciting."

"What about you?"

"I'm an only child. I only live with my parents."

I nodded at that. "That's cool tho."

"Why don't you just live in Madelin with your parents?"

"I just wanted to..." I shrugged. "I want to experience living on my own and finding my own job. My three older siblings have already done it, and I envy them the freedom to buy anything with their money. It's a feeling of pride to spend everything with your own money."

Elsa chuckled at that. "You're right." She said. "Finish your breakfast, then. I'm going to the kitchen to make some tea, would you like some?"

I shook my head. "No but thanks."

She just nodded and I watched her leave the room. I refocused on my food but my gaze accidentally caught a man...

Well, Zane Bernardi who strode through the room followed by a few people behind him: probably the company secretaries or directors.

I gulped.

His aura was so dominant and like a good leader yet ruthless and strict. I could see the worried eyes of the people behind him. It seemed like he had always been a ruthless boss.

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He turned his head to the side and right to me.

Our gazes held for a few seconds before he turned his face forward with a horrible, thin smile.

I bit my lip, staring at my food miserably.

Damn.

There must be something else he's going to do to me.

<<<<

"So when can I start working at home?" I asked Kennan Jonas.

He stood at the front of the room with his hands in his pockets looking at me with a bit of uncertainty. "I'm sure working at home is one of the things you're interested in." "That's right." I nodded. "Because I've always been a freelancer."

"That's possible, but can you do it on a Monday next week? There will be some meetings and the initial work is still hetic, I want to control it directly first. After that anyone is free to do the work wherever they like."

It was a little... disappointing but I nodded at him. There was no other choice.

"Alright, then. Thank you for the information."

"I'm sorry, Daniella." She said.

"It's okay. It's only one week, it won't weigh me down at all." I grimaced.

"Okay."

I zipped up my jacket and then excused myself to go home since it was already dismissal time. Sighing, I walked towards the elevator. I didn't bring my car today because I had a flat tire, so I had to take the public bus home, it would be cheaper than a taxi. My money is too much to spend on a taxi.

I got in when the empty elevator opened. I got in there and leaned my back against the wall.

There's still nothing strange going on in my office. Zane Bernardi doesn't bother me anymore, and that's something to be thankful for because my work is going smoothly. I'd like it if that lasted until the end of my contract. Let's hope he stays like this. And let's hope he comes back to New York soon. I'm getting sick of seeing him.. even though I didn't see him today.

I walked out of the elevator. Through the main lobby, the beautiful sunset on the horizon makes me tempted to stop at the beach and enjoy it until evening and have a nice seafood dinner!

That would be nice.

I walked towards the bus stop while typing a message to Joanna to get ready and prepare the car. We were going to go there.

The sound of the horn beside me made me wince.

I almost dropped my phone, growling in annoyance as I stared at the luxury car beside me. The driver's head popped up in the window and he grinned at me.

Oh, fucking Bernardi.

"Get in," he said.

I winced. "No." I snorted, and gave him the middle finger before walking back to the bus stop.

No more calls from him, I thought I was safe but an arm wrapped around my waist, hugging me and then lifting me off the ground.

"Damn it! What do you think you're doing?"

"Carrying you." Zane Bernardi replied casually. "Why are you so light? Where did that mountain of food go?" he asked.

I struggled, but he had already put me in the passenger seat.

I opened my mouth, about to scream but he silenced my mouth with his lips.