Ashley's Pov My breath got hitched, when I heard his cold dark voice,  I don't understand what a man like him is doing here in the early morning. As I took footsteps toward him, his intense stare told me not to do so, otherwise, I would be concerned about the outcome. However, I did what my heart was inclining me to do, without removing another thought I  perked up at Mr Jensen's eyes which were already bored into mine. "As I have declared, I don't allow tardiness then why are you late?" He raised his eyebrows, critically examining my every move with caution. And what I am going to explain to him now? That I was speculating about him and his power the whole night! That I couldn't fall asleep because of the caution I felt in that room. However, I know nobody would understand whatever I am mumbling and I will always be a mad broke woman for everyone. Poor Brooke who is broke too!  "I am waiting

      Ashley's pov       My head was spinning so fast, my heart was numb and my mind? It has no idea what is about to come but what I know subsisted that my life is going to end, I have nothing in my hands. The landlord will kick us out tomorrow, and I have no job, nor any chance to find one.   My life has been ruined forever and there is no power in my hands.Wish I could do anything in my life. Wish I could find my father and ask him why he abounded us?   Wish I could ask Mr Blake Jensen why did he try to persuade me at that party that Became a huge mess for me... I could have slapped him hard on his face when I fell on the floor and he was on top of me.   Wish I could let that chauvinistic bastard realise he can not control everything under his hands.

Ashley's Pov -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-+-+&+-+ John Steward was directing me and I was following his footsteps when the elevator opened once again to the ground floor, the silence was demeaning and hard to fall. All the eyes were looking at John, drooling over to his persona when he was busy neglecting everyone's at the same duration. He didn't try to make a scene or even act like the men do in this situation, instead, he led the way for me to get outside while squeezing the crowd, it was a lunch break, so everyone was gathered on the streets of Newyork, trying to find anything to get their hands on to enjoy the little junction of their time. Until I saw John begin walking toward a big black Lamborghini. This is a very bad idea! Runaway from here! Danger alert! However, when I tried to escape from his view, he honked his car to get my attention. Now, everyone was staring at me with an open hang mouth, what if I didn't? And he complains about my behaviour for didn't keep

+(-+-(-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++--+-+-+--+-++++++ Ashley's pov The next week went into a gazing storm, and I didn't realise when it was the beginning of another week again. In the last week, I met Amelia, she is still working in that cafeteria where I was trying to work hard. And yes! She is still a bubbly young lady who aspires so much with her great amount of intelligence, maybe she deserves more than me. It could have been better if she was the working woman here in this Jensen industry. Well, at least she stays away from all the trouble, not like me. Who invites everything on herself to walk on the ashes until it turns into nothing. She considers me fortunate as I am an intelligent woman who could change the aura of the world but she doesn't know I can't even breathe according to my will in Jensen's industry and my boss? Mr Blake Jensen thinks- all the women are gold diggers. He even thinks that I purposely infatuated him with my makeover so that I could get my name attached to hi

 ++-+-+-(-(+(-(-++-(-(-(-+-+-+-+-+--Ashley's povWhat's wrong with me?Do I become a blind woman? With no loops to fall at all?Though the atmosphere around me felt pleasing, engraving my hopes for a better future.The blanket I had on was soft as it was made up of velvet, hiding all the dark sides I had in me.Though my mind was constantly running on the circles of the hoop until I heard the sound of man.What the hell a man is doing in my home?My brain may look smaller to people of my age but it could easily break the thoughts of others.However, the blanket didn't look familiar anymore, and a strong aroma hit my nostrils that made me, even more, confirmed I was not in my home, not anymore.So where am I?