How I Met My Worst Enemy |COMPLETE|

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Unable to carry the dead weight pressing down on me, I called out.

"Someone help us."

Fortunately, help soon came.

"Mr. Welsh. Oh, thank God."

"Miss Mills. What happened?"

"This woman dropped her EpiPen and when I tried to return it to her she fainted."

I struggled, but I retrieved the pen which had fallen out of my hand.

"I think that's Mrs. Harfield."

When he confirmed my dreadful suspicions, I gave him the pen.

He eased her into one of the back rooms.

I quickly got a glass of water and a server to clean the mess at the bathroom entrance.

When I came back, Mr. Welsh was not alone. He was with Mr. Hartfield and his wife too.

Mr. Welsh quickly intercepted my progress.

"You don't want to introduce yourself with that on your shoes."

I looked down to my appalling realization. I was still wearing vomit. I quickly darted into the restroom and cleaned up.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked Welsh once I returned.

To my relief, she looked better. She insisted that she was fine, too.

"She's much better, yes." Welsh smiled at the already energetic older lady.

"Thank you, David, for saving my mother," Mr. Hartfield said to him.

I waited for David to correct the man.

"We are forever in your debt."

Still, I waited.

"What would we have done if you hadn't come across her?"

"You don't have to think about it, sir."

My mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.

"I'll leave my wife with my mother," Mr. Hartfield said. "I have an important announcement to make. Come, David."

The two men walked out, leaving me feeling like a bumbling fool. I swear tears filled my eyes. I slowly walked to the two Hartfield women.

"Do you two need anything else?" I asked.

"No, but thank you, darling. We already told David not to bother anyone else," the wife said.

"He's such a wonderful boy, so caring." The mother praised him.

"But mom, didn't you know what you were eating?"

"Now is not the time to baby me, especially not in front of the server girl."

I tried to correct her, but she still spoke.

"Besides, it's not my fault that the servers didn't warn me about what ingredients were in the finger food."

"Ma'am." I spoke louder, so they heard me. "The servers had specially made snacks for you, which were placed on your table."

She made a face.

"I didn't like those green things. What do I look like to you? A goat?"

"Mom." The wife cried.

"Besides, I took allergy pills before eating the snacks. They were supposed to have worked. I asked that girl what's her name—Keziah to get some for me."

Huh? Wait for what? I was Keziah. When did she ask me for pills?

"Are you sure her name was Keziah?"

The mother nodded.

"She works here at Hartfield with the Welsh boy. I even saw them together."

Before I could say another word, I heard Mr. Hartfield's voice calling for everyone's attention.

My heart sank to the pit of my belly. What if he thought I was really the one who'd fetched these anonymous pills for his mother?

"Do you feel up to joining the party?" the wife asked her mother-in-law.

The two women left me standing in the room alone. Eventually, my legs moved on their own accord leading me outside.

On the podium was Mr. Welsh and Mr. Hartfield.

"Something happened tonight. This young man beside me here is a hero. He saved my mother's life. And for that, he will head this year's H&G Community Connect event."

The entire room went up in an uproar.

"Congratulations son" Mr. Gold had joined them on the stage. "Do a good job with this and you'll go places."

I was supposed to be on that stage receiving all the praise and adoration. So why wasn't I speaking up, yelling at the top of my lungs?

My father, that's why.

I was dying to walk up there and call David Welsh a liar. But that would make a scene and the Mills didn't debase themselves like that.

"Hartfield wants us. Now." Fiona informed me.

But he hadn't even left the stage yet.

I raised my head. I would not take the fall for something I did not do.

It wasn't a meeting.

What do you call a gathering of people to receive blasting from the CEO?

"Who was in charge of watching what was being served to my mother?"

I foolishly raised my hand.

"Trisha, how ignorant could you be to leave this volunteer in charge of something so delicate."

I tried to explain what his mother had done, but that would only get me into further trouble. So I left it to Trisha, the head to explain as best as she could.

Mr. Hartfield quieted down once Trisha came to my defense.

"So then how did she end up ingesting food she's allergic to?"

"With all due respect, sir, you would have to ask her."

And if he does, I'd be fired.

There was no happy ending for me. I didn't get recognition for saving his mother and someone else called Keziah who worked for Welsh had given her the wrong allergy medication.

I grabbed my purse and headed for the exit before tears spilled down my face. As I made a beeline to freedom, I was stopped by none other than David Welsh.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"I don't have to tell you anything." I spat out, trying to sidestep him.

I failed.

He held my forearm, keeping me in place.

His finger brushed against my cheek.

I shivered.

"It's not right to cry at events like this." I pulled my arm away. "That's why I'm leaving, you jerk."

I spun around and ran into my father.

"Let's go." That was all he said to me.

He turned around and expected me to follow.

I did obediently.

We drove home. Not my apartment but home, where we would have a long talk about my behavior in professional settings and calling colleagues jerks in full view of any eavesdroppers.

It was as I predicted.

Then I went to my room and cried.

What an awesome night, I thought sarcastically.

I couldn't wait for Anne to come and tell her all about my horrible week.

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