She parked my car in our usual place at Starbucks and went in to get my breakfast, and hers too.
My iced passion tango tea lemonade and two brownies with almonds for me. And a strawberry frappuccino with a piece of lemon pie, for her. As well as my drinks for the day; a bottle of iced peach green tea lemonade, another of iced matcha tea latte, one of iced London fog tea latte, and three bottles of Teavana sparkling unsweetened peach nectarine green tea.
As you can see, I'm addicted to tea and I have to drink those five types of it every day, or I won't be able to work well. So, we buy them every day.
"Woa... there was a really hot dude inside, I've never seen him here, but damn. And I don't even like men," I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"This is New York, there's a lot of hot people everywhere, little Ariana."
"Well, that's true, but that guy looked like a hot actor from Hollywood. He would be perfect for you, Boss. Because you are one of the hottest and most gorgeous women in Manhattan, and I'm not the only one who thinks that way."
"Funny, but no, thank you. And I know I'm hot and gorgeous," I said with a silly smile on my lips and she laughed.
"I wish I had your self-esteem. Can I ask you something, boss?"
"Yep."
"Why don't you act like this in the company?" Like what?
"What do you mean?"
"Like, if the people at the company saw you like this, they would be soft and wouldn't be so afraid of talking to you."
Well, I'm kinda scared of socializing, so that wouldn't work out. But she doesn't need to know this. "Oh, well, I don't know. Now, give me my breakfast."
I started eating and she started driving. We were close to Central Park when I said, "There's a lot of Hollywood actors who live here, little Ariana. Maybe that guy was one of them. So you should get used to it, you know?"
"Yes, boss," she said while drinking her frappuccino. I never understood the appeal of that drink.
When we were close to the Company, we felt an overwhelming pressure in the back of my car, and a really high sound reached my ears. "Please, don't tell me some fucker crushed into my car," I said with my teeth clenched while glaring fiercely at little Ariana who was literally trembling in fear this time, and with a good reason, she knows how much I love this car.
"I'm so sorry, boss, don't trouble yourself, I'll solve this right now."
"Then go!"
She parked my dear car in a place without traffic and left to talk with the dumbass who did this. Minutes passed and nothing happened, then she came to me.
"Boss... well, I know who the driver is."
"And who is this motherfucker?"
She swallowed. "My girlfriend."
You've got to be kidding me!
Massaging the sides of my head, to try to calm my nerves and not freak out, I took a deep breath before saying anything to the kid, "Is that your girlfriend's car, Ariana?"
"No. It's her boss's car."
I stared at her with my eyes on fire. "Then what's the fucking problem, Ariana? Make him pay for the damage he did to my baby, and do it quickly, I don't have all day!"
She ran to the back of my car once again, but this time when she came to my window, she came with a girl who looked like a model of Victoria's Secret in a black suit, she was indeed hot. "And who's this?"
They shared a look before answering me. "She's my girlfriend, boss. Her name is Zara Thornberg, she's the secretary of the boss in the other car."
"Hello, Zara. I'm Mia, Ariana's boss."
"Hello, Mrs. Augustine," this annoying name... "So, the problem is, my boss is blaming Ariana and you for the accident."
What? This bastard doesn't know who he's messing with.
"Doesn't he know who I am? How dare this douchebag blame us? Is this son of a bitch searching for a fucking problem? We were clearly in the right here, then you guys came and did this shit. He's wrong and he'll pay for what he did to my car, so go there and tell this fucking asshole this, Ariana!"
I don't know if they were more scared by the tone of my voice, or by seeing me cursing so much. I could only hear Zara whispering, "Babe, are you sure she wasn't born in New York?"
If the situation was other, I would have laughed, but I fucking pissed here. "Uh, boss?"
I looked at Ariana's face, without a drop of patience in me. "What now?"
"He said the same thing to you. But politely. If what Zara said is true, then he works for a publishing company as famous as ours, and he has the same position as you, there," so her girlfriend indeed worked for our enemies.
"I don't fucking care!" Putting on my sunglasses, I got out of my car already burning in anger.
When I was going in their direction, a hot and tall guy came walking straight at me, with all his glory and sunglasses. Is he Zara's boss? He feels familiar in a strange way, maybe I saw him on tv or in some magazine.
But fuck that, I'm pissed right now. "Ariana? Is this the scumbag who crushed my car and is blaming me?" She nodded and I walked in his direction without hiding my disgust and anger at all. "Hey, you jerk, what the fuck is your damn problem?"
"What a dirty tongue for a lady," excuse me? Does he see where we are? This is New York!
"Why don't you go fuck yourself? It's better you pay for the damage or you'll regret it," I warned him.
"First of fall, thank you, but no! I already have tons of women who do this with me. Secondly, why would I pay for your mistake? You're the one who should pay for the damage in my car," he exclaimed in a condescending tone, without blinking, as if he was in the right here.
Motherfucker! How dare he?