I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Meredith stepped into the elevator, a small gesture that Terrence Sterling took notice of. Rick, who was accompanying Terrence Sterling, greeted her with a smile, “Miss Florrick, good morning.”

“Mr. Sterling, good morning,” Meredith replied, still keeping her head down. “Mr. Shepard, good morning.”

As the elevator doors closed, Meredith tried to keep a low profile. She wondered why Terrence Sterling didn’t take the executive elevator. Why did he choose to squeeze into the staff elevator with them?

When the elevator reached the twelfth floor, several colleagues stood at the door, but seeing Terrence Sterling inside, none of them dared to enter.

Apparently no one would like to share the same ride with their CEO this time.

The employees all chimed in, “Mr. Sterling, good morning.”

Standing tall in his suit, Terrence Sterling exuded a noble and dignified aura, radiating authority.

As Rick stepped out on the twelfth floor, Meredith felt her heart race. She couldn’t be alone with Terrence Sterling.

Quietly, she followed him out.

“Miss Florrick.”

Terrence Sterling’s cold voice came from behind, “Come with me to my office.”

Meredith, feeling a chill down her spine, replied, “Yes, Mr. Sterling,” and silently followed him in.

As the elevator doors closed, the elevator continued to rise to the thirty-eighth floor where Terrence Sterling’s office was located.

For the first time, Meredith felt the elevator was moving too slowly.

“Miss Florrick,” Terrence Sterling’s voice was solemn, “I heard you went to the hospital yesterday. Are you feeling unwell?”

“It’s nothing,” Meredith replied nervously, fabricating a lie. “Just a stomach issue.”

With a frosty expression, Terrence Sterling asked, “Miss Florrick, are you afraid of me?”

Meredith mustered her courage and looked up to meet Terrence Sterling’s eyes. While she appeared composed on the surface, her heart was racing with nervousness.

Giving her a brief glance, Terrence Sterling said nothing more as the elevator opened. He proceeded to walk towards his office with long strides.

Meredith followed behind.

Inside the office, Meredith asked, “Mr. Sterling, what do you need me to do?”

“Make a cup of coffee,” Terrence Sterling’s tone was indifferent.

Meredith knew his preferences and quickly prepared the coffee as Terrence Sterling began working.

In the past month, Meredith had little interaction with Terrence Sterling as she mostly worked in the Secretary’s Office. Being in such close proximity now, especially after finding out about her pregnancy, brought about a mix of fear and unspoken emotions within Meredith, unbeknownst to herself.

Once the coffee was ready, Meredith offered it to Terrence Sterling, who took a sip without looking at her and continued focusing on his work.

Not given any instructions, Meredith noticed the disorder on the bookshelf and proceeded to tidy up the desk.

Just as she finished, Terrence Sterling stood up and said, “Come with me to Meriton.”

“Meriton?” Meredith questioned. “Shall I ask John to get ready? I’ll book the tickets right away.”

It wasn’t in Terrence Sterling’s schedule.

“No need, you’ll drive today,” Terrence Sterling had no intention of bringing anyone else along.

Driving from Auroraville to Meriton would take three hours, whereas the train journey would only take one.

“Mr. Sterling, I don’t have a driver’s license,” Meredith explained. She had obtained many qualifications but had not yet taken her driver’s test.

Considering her income, buying a car in Auroraville seemed challenging, and using public transportation was more convenient and cost-effective, so she hadn’t prioritized getting her license.

Terrence Sterling frowned, surprised that Meredith didn’t drive.

Feeling embarrassed, Meredith added, “I’ll register for the test right away.”

“I’ll drive,” Terrence Sterling grabbed the car keys and walked out directly.

Without saying much, Meredith followed him out to the underground parking lot.

Rather than taking the company’s car, Terrence Sterling chose to drive his private vehicle.

Terrence Sterling had multiple cars, some parked downstairs at the company building, while others were at Thornfield Gardens and Ravenwood Hall.

Meredith casually glanced at the license plate number, all local plates with three eights. Suddenly, she recalled what her neighbor had mentioned about taking Fiona’s car, also with three eights.

“Get in,” Terrence Sterling instructed, seeing Meredith hesitate.

She snapped back to reality, opening the rear door. However, Terrence Sterling emotionlessly said, “Sit in the front.”

Meredith obediently took the front seat, fastening her seatbelt. “Mr. Sterling, what are we going to do in Meriton? How many days?”