I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Justin was actually only a year older than Meredith. In this bustling city, for people like them without any connections, it was truly difficult to live well.

Working at a small law firm, Justin had been there for three years, yet he remained unknown, never given the chance to independently handle a case. He was constantly exploited by his boss, always relegated to the role of an assistant, doing the most work for the least pay, without a chance to advance.

Justin had a handsome face with a slight thinness. To make work easier, he bought a used car for rent and car expenses, barely saving any money, let alone buying a house in this city.

Seeing the smile on Meredith’s face, Justin felt content. With no money, power, or influence, all he could give Meredith were these small gifts. He liked Meredith, but he also knew she would never belong to him.

Leaving Meredith’s house, it was almost midnight. In that moment, Justin was still hopeful for the future. At 26, he still had a chance to create a better life and provide the best for Meredith.

The news of finding relatives also sparked hope in Meredith’s heart. That night, she tossed and turned in bed, imagining what her parents might look like.

She had a dream of her mother, although the face was blurry, she remembered her mother having short hair like Mrs. Chaucer and wise eyes.

Upon waking, Meredith saw that it was already morning. It was 7 AM in the cold winter of Auroraville, the sky still dark outside.

Thinking about the dream she had, Meredith assumed she must be meeting Mrs. Chaucer frequently to have such dreams. She got up, got ready, bought some fried dough sticks and soy milk on her way to the subway, and finished it before boarding the train during the rush hour, starting her day’s work.

Arriving at the building, she unexpectedly met Ruby. “Ruby, what are you doing here?” Meredith asked.

“I’m your colleague now, I found a job at Falconer Holdings,” Ruby replied. “In the sales department. Let’s catch up when you have time.”

Meredith didn’t have time to inquire further. It had been a few months since the company last hired. How did Ruby manage to get in?

Returning to her desk, when she went to Bianca’s office to deliver some documents, she saw Bianca in a sharp suit on the phone, displaying a decisive demeanor, showing how she used to be back in her younger years.

Whether in the past or present, Bianca was an exceptional woman in the business world. Meredith was slightly distracted, reminded of the dream she had the night before, with her mother having a similar image to Bianca.

Noticing Meredith, Bianca said, “Meredith, just put the things down.”

“Okay,” Meredith complied, then left the room. As soon as she stepped out, the COO from the neighboring office called her to assist with accompanying Mr. Laurence downstairs.

“Meredith, help me escort Mr. Laurence out,” he said.

Meredith guided Mr. Laurence downstairs and upon returning, she saw a commotion nearby. Curious, she approached and found an older lady sitting on the ground, no one willing to help her.

It was Mrs. Sterling.

Though Meredith didn’t know her, when she saw the helpless look in the elderly lady’s eyes as she sought assistance, and no one offering help, Meredith’s heart softened and she approached.

Some bystanders warned, “Young lady, don’t go. Be careful of getting scammed. The man who bumped into this old lady just ran away.”

Incidents of young people being scammed by the elderly had been reported before, so many have become accustomed to avoiding extending a helping hand.

“It’s okay, there are surveillance cameras here. Everyone is watching,” Meredith said as she helped Mrs. Sterling up, mainly out of compassion, feeling sorry for the elderly lady.

“Madam, are you alright?” Meredith asked with concern. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Indeed, Mrs. Sterling had been hit by a bicycle. To be precise, the bicycle rushed towards her, causing her to fall and hurt her leg, making it impossible for her to stand up.

Suffering from dementia, Mrs. Sterling didn’t know who to call for help.

“You’re a really kind young lady,” Mrs. Sterling said pitifully. “My leg hurts.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll take you to the hospital then,” Meredith said, recording a video on her phone. “Madam, I’m helping you, taking you to the hospital. I didn’t hit you. Let’s get this straight.”