ASHER.
Anger was an understatement to how I felt, for the first time in my life I had the urge to want to kill someone, and that desire on its own scared me. As I grew, after I overcame my hate, bitterness, and anger, I began to understand the weight and expanse of my family's wealth. I wanted it, I craved it and I had a feral desire within me to own all of that. So I did all I could to become competent enough to inherit that company, it was already going to be mine but rather than just filling some position as this generation's owner, I wanted people to see me as the owner, not my family. It was the most genius move to agree to this engagement I realized after the talk with my grandfather, pretending to love her and the company stocks that had suffered immensely under the countless scandals from my father would finally recover. Of course, I would rather have anyone but a selfish and materialistic woman like Isabelle, and they were many other families to choose from but none of them were doctors, and none of them had a business we were interested in, health.
So I swallowed my disgust as much as I could, went out and smiled in front of cameras putting on a show for a country that cares way too much about gossip and whose opinions make or break a company. Humans beings can be funny? How does my personal life affect the service that I offer you? This is something that still confuses me about this place, I have to care.
Pulling off my Jacket I threw it across the floor, hard. Turning around when I heard a whimper I met gazes with her. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
"I watched the interview, and I figured out you would be in a bad mood when you got back so I asked Florence for a favour," Sabine said, holding a tray with a ceramic tea set.
My eyes narrowed and I could not help but throw my head backwards, staring at the ceiling, my dark hair falling backwards with the movement. "Did I ask you to be here?"
"Yes?"
"I used to think you were sensible but you might just be as stupid as other women" I spat out viciously.
"Excuse me?" Sabine huffed, her lips parting in disbelief.
"Why do you look surprised? What were you expecting?! My thanks, or maybe I would walk up and hug professing my gratitude and how you are the only one that seems to comfort me?" I asked, "you made your choice so why the hell do you think you have the right to walk back into my room like some call girl-" her eyes widened and I chuckled at the reaction "-isn't that what you want? Don't act coy, I never like you for acting coy, please don't start now."
"Mr Quing!"
"Damnit! I am getting annoyed" I scoff walking over to the button on the wall and I pressed on it, "Miss Florence get up to my room this instant. Do not make me wait!" I said, shooting her a partial glare and the rate at which she was in my room had me suspecting she was already close by.
"What the hell is she doing here?" I ask, pointing to Sabine, who was shooting me an angry and hurt look, she had her bottom lips in her mouth and her finger entwined in front of her belly. I don't know but seeing that reaction only made me madder, her slim legs peeking out of her skirt and the way tendrils of her hair fell out of their chignon. I knew she must have been working hard since morning and I felt even angrier, what the hell was my aunt making her do in that house?
She was making me feel more than I thought I could at this point, Isabelle already pushed me past my boundary, I didn't need this, I did not need her. "Y-Young master-" She stuttered.
"Would you stop stuttering and answer me? What the hell is she doing here? Does she work here? No, she is a staff that belong to another house, how in heaven's name did she get access into my room?" I asked but Florence only began to apologize, that useless rehearsed apology I had heard from Sabine and the girl that worked her after she left.
"I asked for an explanation on an apology!" I growled and both of them jumped."No answer? Okay, then I guess it is safe to assume that this was planned? What did she say she would give you or were you two in one it together?"
Both of them looked up at me at the same time with different expressions on their faces, all still interpreting to me as confusion. "What are you going to say it wasn't your intention to seduce me and get into my bed if you are lucky I would get you pregnant, if you are even luckier I might fancy you. Save you from a life of poverty and that god awful uniform."
"Asher!"
My eyes rested on Sabine's and I somehow felt worse? I thought the moment she felt as mad as I was I would at least feel better but her looking at me the way she was, I felt a mixture of annoyance I wasn't even sure where this one was coming from and regret? She looked ready to kill, and when Florence began to shrug her I remembered she was in the room as well.
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
Her fierce eyes began to fill up with clear liquid and she turned to leave the room, Florence apologising and following behind her, a sigh began to escape my lips but was cut short when she came right back.
"You arrogant bastard? I thought you were different but you are just like any other rich prick. Spoilt, entitled and brave, how dare you?" She yelled and I couldn't help but scoff. "What? Why do you act so surprised?" She repeated my words sarcastically.
"I wasn't going to say this but are you bipolar? You know it's a condition you can get help for right? You might not know because you probably have no friends but trying to make someone feel better after having a hard time is what friends do. That! That was all I was trying to do, I get that you had a crappy day but that does not justify all the shitty things living your mouth." She growled and I was taken aback.
"You do realise I am still your boss right?"
"Exactly that is why you expected to say all these crappy things and expect to get away with them. Going through a hard time, getting angry is not a crime, making someone else as miserable as you only make you a crappy person. And I did not come here of my own free will for your information mister, yes I do need money and I could stoop as low but the point here is that I didn't. Wait for me to try to seduce you before you spit such foul words!" She said.
"And for your information, you do fancy me so goodnight sir, I'll be back when you do not have your underpants in a twist!"