Chapter 2 My ex killed my parents

[Elena's POV]

"No, I'm fine. I enjoy walking." I replied with a smile. "Thanks though."

Michael nodded. "Okay, then I am going." He said.

"Hey wait man, why are you in a hurry?" David spoke and turned to face me. "I know you enjoy walking, but you still have to accompany Michael. You cannot be late for a job interview because it is already 9: 30 a.m. and you must be there at 11 a.m." He reminded me.

"Hey Mom, good morning," Noel, the third triplet, remarked as he hugged their mother. He flung his white lab coat onto the sofa and sat at the table for breakfast. He ignored me as if I didn't exist for him. All the triplets treat me differently. I don't mind because I already have what I want from one of them.

"Okay, you have 5 minutes to finish your breakfast; I'll be waiting for you outside in the car," Michael said as he walked to his black SUV.

"Ok," I responded, turning around and shoving a piece of bacon into my mouth.

I hurriedly stood up, took out my white lab coat and file, and finished my dinner. I gave my aunt a hug and a kiss on top of her head before leaving. Michael was waiting for me in his car when I got into it. He got in the car and sped away as soon as I got inside. The morning rush was in full swing when we entered the throng of people on the streets. Everything seemed active as the sounds of people conversing and cars honking permeated the atmosphere. I put my AirPods in my ears and listened to my music till I found something I liked because I knew our trip would be monotonous. My step has a little extra vigor. It's going to be a wonderful day today. I will stop at nothing to get this job.

After driving for forty minutes, he came to a halt in front of a massive white edifice. So this was the hospital where they worked, I assumed. Even in the morning, the hospital appears to be quite active. A few people were walking around outside, and some were inside receiving their health exams. The sun was just beginning to rise above the buildings, glistening off the windows that looked out onto the ocean. The entire atmosphere was ethereal and wonderful. I was ready to exit his car when he grabbed my wrist and forced me to face him. I was astonished by his movements, yet he seemed to be fairly calm.

"Best of luck," he said while looking at me through his sunglasses. I must say he is breathtaking.

"Thanks," I shrugged, grabbed my file, and got out of his car. Before entering the building, I turned my head to face him, who was still observing me. "Didn't he want to come in for his duty?" I thought to myself. "Earlier he was running late." I sighed and rolled my eyes. When I entered the office, I noted the same silent and serene atmosphere that I had experienced outside. There is no hurry and bustle. Everyone seems preoccupied with their own work. Examining medical records and comparing patient information to data on their computer.

I studied medicine and have always aspired to be a doctor, but if I am hired for this position, it will be my first professional experience. I took a big breath and approached the receptionist with a phony yet warm smile on my face, explaining the reason for my visit. She nodded with the same warm grin, but I couldn't tell if it was genuine or not. She picked up the phone and called the number. After a few seconds, she spoke, took my name, and explained why I was visiting. She asked me to wait 5 minutes after the phone call ended. I was sitting on a sofa, shaking my head, when my gaze wandered on the main office wall. I was stunned the moment I saw it. I didn't expect to find it here.

The receptionist instructed me to wait in the waiting area for 5 minutes since the senior surgeon and department head who would be conducting my interview were in a meeting with other surgeons. I nodded with the same pleasant grin and strolled over to the sofa. I waited patiently for 5 minutes in the waiting area, and he still hadn't come out. I'm getting nervous, and I'm not sure what to do with myself. It felt like ten minutes had passed when the door opened and a short man dressed in a suit and tie entered. He smiled and said hello before walking directly to me and shaking my hand. Then he invited me to go up to the office where the interview would be conducted.

I thanked you with a little bend of my head and went upstairs to the suggested office. The path to his office appeared quite contemporary, with large windows overlooking a metropolitan park. Suddenly, my gaze rested on the main office wall. I was stunned the moment I saw it. I didn't expect to find it here. I noticed the nameplate outside the office wall, which stated "Assistant Prof. Dr Marcus Lorenzo, Head of the Department." My head froze when I saw this name after a year. My hands grew wobbly, and I'm not sure if it was because of rage or fear. All those memories were flooding back, and I couldn't stop feeling angry. Anger at myself, rage at Marcus, who stole my family, peace, and pack, and rage at him for ruining my life.

I'll never forget how he let my parents die in a car accident that cost me everything. That jerk is going to die. I took a big breath and walked directly inside the office. I instantly sat in a chair facing him, trying not to stare at my reflection in the window behind me. This escalated the situation, and to make matters worse, the man seated next to me appeared unconcerned. I suppose he's showing me his good manners as if I don't know his actual nature. Ironic, eh!!

We were quiet for 30 minutes until he broke the ice. "Hi, Ms. Elena Juan. I am Marcus Lorenzo. You can call me Marcus. How are you?" he inquired gently. I recognized that scoundrel in my mind, but I merely responded with a tiny bow head before answering him."I am fine and very well thank you." I responded with a phony smile. He grinned slightly again."I know this will sound sudden, but since we are going to be working together in the future, and you need to help me in this case," he added with a straight face.

"I'm here for an interview, aren't you going to ask me a question?" I inquired, sounding a little surprised.