HIS TRUE BEAUTY

The next sound apart from his pounding heart heard by Fred was the loud bang of the door.

Bruno left the room.

He swallow and slowly pull his palm up to his face level.

“What the hell was that, my whole body is sweating, that fool, if only he is not the son of Hathaway..”

He clenched his pink palm tightly.

*****

Jessi walked straight to Beauty’s office

but she wasn’t there. She shook her head and went to the restroom, that’s one place Beauty would be hiding to cry after the embarrassment.

She knocked on the doors and open to check the one she’s in.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Finally she got to the locked one.

“Beauty..?”

“I’m fine, I need to use the restroom”.

“I didn’t ask”.

Jessi replied then heard her run the waters to flush.

Jessi shook her head, she believes that Beauty was really dramatic trying to decieve her that she actually used the toilet.

Seconds later, Beauty opened the door of the room, her eyes swollen, if she’s a make up person, it would have been a nightmare and disaster.

“Girl you should have seen how Bruno puts Fred to his place”.

She washed her face , ignored Jessi and got out of the bathroom.

“Beauty?”

Jessi sighed and followed her.

Beauty sat down at her desk, Jessi got to her and held her hand.

“You are a strong woman Beauty, that’s one thing I admire, one of the things that made you my friend”.

Beauty looked up and saw her smiling at her.

“Thanks”.

She murmured quietly and took out some files from her cabinets.

“If you will excuse me I got to deliver this to Mrs Helen”.

She said lowly.

Jessi knew she is yet to cheer up.

“Alright”.

She replied and went back to her own office.

Mrs Helen is the eldest and our company’s main designer.

**BEAUTY’S POV**

I carried the files heading to Helen’s office. As a senior designer, she got a separate office from the department to summit the designs.

I pressed the doorbell.

“Come in”.

Mrs Helen answered.

“How are you, most beautiful?’

I really don’t want to blush, but she got me.

I put down the folders on her desk, my face flushed.

“I am fine, thanks. I came to summit the designs, here is for the winter collection, and the demin and bikinis, I am still working on them”.

I brought gave her a flash drive then started arranging the folders into her own cabinet.

She took the flashdrive and went through my designs.

“These are really amazing Beauty, you really are the brain of this company, why not try designing for chubby ladies, not all women are…you know skinny, we got the curvy beauties too”.

She winked.

I smiled back softly.

“I have to follow the Management’s instructions ma’am”.

She sighed.

“That’s right… thanks for the designs will make a good piece out of them, take care okay?”

“Thanks for everything Mrs Helen, you are really nice , you are like the only person apart from Jessi who treats me like I am worth to be here”.

I said trying not to clear.

“Don’t be silly Sweetie, you are amazing, all you need is a little confidence, to love your body and flaunt thsoe curves, youa re the standard, don’t let anyone say otherwise”.

I was really breaking inside.

I nodded and left the office before I cried out loudly.

Outside the office I leaned on the door and covered my mouth.

Tears streaming down my face.

I went home that day, another day of humiliation.

I had this pain throbbing ache in my head but I paid no attention.

Certainly must be due crying, I made some food for dinner.

Took a hot bath and went to bed. Exactly 11pm in the midnight, I had my body shaking from a high fever. I couldn’t even see clearly. My eyes ache badly and my vision became blurry.

I couldn’t even sleep my eyes burn so much, I took a deep exhale, forced myself up from the bed.

I held on the wall to get suport, my energy was drained I walked slowly heading to the kitchen, my hands on any object that can be a support to my weak muscle.

I got to the kitchen table and sat to rest.

Unsure why I made it to the kitchen, to get ice or hot water?

I rested my head on the table, I had no energy to even stand up and walk anywhere.

“I am going to die tonight”.

I cried.

That made the headache worse. I groaned and rested my head on the table again.

My body was shaking at the same thing my temperature was high.

I couldn’t help it, I slide down to the floor and hugged my knee, shivering.

“Please.. Jessi please.. come and help.. me”.

I know it would be hopeless, she can’t just wake up and head to my place at midnight, that’s if this message was received on time.

“God help me”.

I closed my eyes, hot tears dropping down my chin.

***AUTHORESS’S POV***

Bruno was working on his laptop when his phone beeped. He ignored it, nothing important he guessed.

An hour later, he was done with his work, he removed his glasses, rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the phone to check the time.

It was a minutes past twelve in the morning but there’s more a text message from Beauty.

“Beauty?”

He gulped hard.

He scrolled to the message box and read the message.

“Please Jessi, I am so sick,. I can’t even see the text to type, can you save me, I can’t survive this fever,.. If you can’t I will understand”.

Bruno stood up that instant.

“An hour ago!”

He screamed inside and rushed to his wardrobe to change.