Catherine's POV
I am quite sure that I am most certainly acting unusual by the way he stared at me with a hint of laughter in his eyes. I blame that on the alcohol, although I am not the one for impulsiveness. Sometimes I tend to make some mistakes.
I should be glad today went surprisingly well and that I got a glimpse of what revenge would feel like if I have really gotten a grasp of it but why do I feel a little sad inside?
"Enough with this". He cautioned and stopped me from taking another sip.
"Why? You invited me out for a drink, why are you depriving me of it?" I asked and he chuckled. He probably finds me funny right now.
Feeling a little warmer inside, I shrug off my jacket exposing the light weight pajamas I have on.
"Let's call it a night". He announced softly and the last thing I could remember was him helping me off the chair as the ground seemed to sway under my feet.
I woke up later than usual today, the sun was already making its way up to the sky and I cannot remember what happened after we left the garden last night or how I made it back to my room.
A light headache made me frown but I sat up on the bed.
At the same time my phone rang loudly on the table beside the beside, I picked up and sighed at the name on the screen.
It was Shayne, I had ignored all her calls throughout last week.
"Kate!" Her excited voice travelled through the phone and I winced at how loud she just called my name in contrast to how quiet everything else is.
"Where have you been ? And have you seen the news today?
They are spreading rumours about you again!" She cried over the phone and I groaned. But Gerald had said no one would publish any news about me, I guess he underestimated those leeches.
I went quiet and didn't respond to her. But she spoke up again, her curiosity winning over.
"And I am also curious, who is he? I can swear that I have never seen or heard about him before".
"He is someone I met a while ago". I replied. Although Gerald and I got married in what I thought was a joke, neither of us had said anything about it to others except his father.
I would still need his approval to share that information with others since our marriage doesn't even have an official explanation yet.
And I have also refused his help which might be the cause of his hesitation.
"A while ago? You look so good together. If I don't know better I would have thought you were married". She continued and I chuckled.
Why does it seem like she was asking too much today? As if trying to get me to say something. Or is it just my paranoia that is going overdrive?.
"If there is anything of such nature, you would be the first to know". I reassured her even though I wasn't so sure of that.
With the way everything had turned against me, I have to be very careful.
Our call ended after a short while and I groggily made it out of bed.
Breakfast would have been over and Gerald might have left for the day already.
My assumptions was correct when I made it to the dining area later to find out that he had left for work.
"Where does he even work?" I thought to myself over my food.
Now that I have officially declared war against my family, I need to be financially stabilised to carry out a lot of things.
To get money on my own would mean to work.
So I spent the rest of the afternoon sending my resumé to unpopular companies that I took my time to choose. I wouldn't want a place that knew of my past, working would be hectic and difficult.
Only about ten of them, and I thought I wouldn't be very high on my luck to get a response anytime soon until one of them sent me an invitation for an interview a few hours later.
I stared at the screen of my laptop in disbelief and I read the email over and over again to confirm if I was seeing right.
Gerald didn't come back home at all today and I gradually lost the excitement I felt for getting an invite for an interview because I have no one to share the news with.
It felt exhilarating because I have never worked for another company except my father's, hence this meant a lot to me even though I haven't been hired yet.
I woke up very early the following morning even though my interview was scheduled for nine this morning.
I picked a short skirt that stopped just a couple of inches above my knees, a tailored shirt with a ruffled scarf at the neck.
I straightened my hair and used minimal make-up. I was going for a professional look but the surprised look on the face of the maid that assisted me to get ready told me a different tale.
"Do I look bad?" I asked her, and she shook her head immediately.
"Very beautiful". She said politely and I do not know if I should believe her words or not but I had no choice but to go with my instinct and her judgement. I was running late and I hurried out of the house.
My driver followed me closely, ready to pull the car out of the driveway but I waved him away, the look of horror on his face made my day even barely before it started.
"I do not want to show up to an interview in a car that would probably be worth a hundred folds of my salary". I murmured as I called for a cab to take me to work.
I got there a few minutes before the interview and I already know I have made a bad first impression.
I was called inside by a lady in a very crisp outfit and heels that made no noise as she walked on the polished floor of the office.
I walked into the room she gestured at and I met those conducting the interview. A man and a woman.
The man smiled at me as soon as I walked in with pearly white teeth and trimmed beards giving him a matured look and the woman's eyes narrowed at me. It wasn't a mean look or a demeaning glances– just a look of curiosity and confusion
"Good morning, I'm Catherine McLane. Thank you so much for having me. I am glad to be here". I said politely and I watched her eyes widened immediately.
"Have I said too much or does she recognise me from all those videos and pictures going around online?
That would be bad!"
I was about to break down inside when the man spoke.
"Please have your seat". He said with a polite smile and gestured to the seat behind me.
I nodded and sat down, my hands were now sweaty. Even though this wasn't a very big company or had much popularity, it would mark the beginning of my freedom. That I can do whatever I want as an adult. Even though I'm just twenty-three I can achieve anything as long as I put my mind to it.
Instead of asking me questions or anything, the woman whispered in his ear and he looked through a laptop in front of him.
"I've gone through your resume, you're hired". He said clearly and I frowned slightly in confusion.
How is this an interview? Is someone messing with me?