I'm tired, I'm so tired. I want to murder Lorenzo Della Rovere, however, he freakin pays me so I can't. You might be thinking "it's only the first day of work" but he is a MENACE TO SOCIETY... I am absolutely exhausted. No, actually, exhausted is the understatement of this year. After I returned from my break, it took me hours to understand and memorise the filing system. They needed a better filing system as whoever came up with this, was the absolute worst.
Anyway, IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH. The "few" Emails he had told me to sort out, were MOST DEFINITELY, not a "few". Out of the 197 emails, 124 were for Panther. 1-freaking-24. I also called the driver and found out that he was already acquainted with Mr Jerk's schedule and did not need to be reminded.
I finally finished most of the work around 7 pm when I heard a ping on my phone, ready to leave. I got up off the floor and dusted myself off. Don't ask me why I like working on the floor, they have fluffy carpets and that's enough of a reason for me! Anyway, I walked over to the desk and picked up my phone, checking the message from Mr FreakyDick next door.
What does he want now?
Mr.Rovere:
"Come to my office."
I bite my lip, nervously going over everything I had to do before walking over to the door and knocking on it.
"Mr Rovere, m-may I come in?"
"Well, that is why I texted you, Mr Fane, is it not?"
RUDE, I huff and grumble to myself, what a jerk. Would manners kill him? Noooooooo, he's too good to be polite.
Fricking handsome jerk.
"Mr Fane, I'm waiting."
I jump and blush at my stupidity before fumbling the door open, a gasp leaves my lips as I look up at the screen where Mr Rovere sits. His eyes were on the file in his hand and he leaned back leisurely into his desk chair. However, that's not what made me blush. It was the water dripping down his wet hair... dripping on his built shoulders and down his chiselled abs, his skin tanned and toned, but that wasn't what made my heart stop. It was the emerald eyes that looked up and pierced into mine; what was he? A GIRL? Who has such nice lashes!?! However, there was nothing girly in the way those eyes looked at me. I felt a shiver up my spine at the dominance they possessed... I squeak and put my hands over my eyes, my ears becoming red in embarrassment as I point and flail at him.
"S-S-S-S-S-S- Sir! WHY in heaven's name are you NAKED!?!?" I peeked at him through the middle of my fingers like any responsible adult! Not that I wanted to stare at him or anything!
Definitely not!
"I'm not naked, Mr Fane." He said, raising an eyebrow. His eyes seemed to be calling him stupid. THAT JERK! I'M NOT STUPID, HE'S THE ONE WHO IS SHIRTLESS!! His eyes however had a spark in them as his lip turned up only a fraction in a condescending half-smile. "Although even if I was, I should tell you, I'm not interested in men."
This smug mother trucker! I can feel it in his tone that he's making fun of me!
"HAH. Neither am I!! It's just rude to not wear a shirt!" I yelled at him with a tiny frown, however, his look changed from smug to Ice cold, his Emerald greens seemed to sparkle with golden bits in them, and his whole demeanour changed, making me gulp. I took a step back, looking down and biting my lip.
"Mr Fane, It would be in your best interest to remember that I am your boss, not your colleague or co-worker, keep that in mind for the next time you talk. Now, note down instructions for my arrival. Make sure that the driver gets to the airport at the right time, I will be out of the airport by 1:30 am. I have a meeting with a few important clients at 6 am, you need to be in the office at 4:00 am. Call the restaurant that is across the street, Barcelos. The owner will recognise you by your post, let him know to prepare steaks for all participants of the meeting. Pick the right time, I do not like my food cold. Call my housekeeper and let her know of my arrival, and tell her to prepare everything. Also, dress better Mr Fane, it seems like you don't understand your position here, however, that shabby appearance is not fit for my personal assistant. Check with my driver again, and Mr Fane?"
I quickly note everything he says down, a little offended by the comment on my appearance but it passes as I jot everything down for tomorrow. I look up a little frazzled and tilt my head "Yes, Mr Rovere?"
"Even If I was gay, I believe you wouldn't be my type." He says, this smug piece of Sh- His eyes staring me down as if challenging me to say anything.
I huff as my cheeks become red from anger and hmph away from him, turning to leave. "Likewise, Sir." I stomp out.
I get in the elevator with the biggest pout, before stomping... Yes, stomping like a child. He brings out the absolute worst in me! I have never wanted to yell at anyone! Such a smug jerk! My mind wanders off to the way water dripped down his skin, I gulped as the blood rushed to my cheek with the green eyes becoming imprinted in the back of my mind. I shook my head, grumbling "Stop it!!"
The elevator dinged and I shook my head again before grinning. I survived my first day at Panther!!!
...or so I thought.
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"Britney's song was on
And a Britney song was on
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song
The butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
I got my hands up
They're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the USA
Yeah, it's a party in the USAAAAAAAA!!!"
I jam to my high school playlist, don't judge me you have done it too. As I turn into my home street and pull up to my house. Yes, I owned a house during this recession, only because my aunt helped me. I made some smart investments and this was one of them! I feel proud to own a house as a millennial, don't @ me. Anyway, as I pull up to my house, I turn the volume down and see someone in the dark moving around in my garden. I kill the engine, Oh boy is it a thief? Well, they are going to be thoroughly disappointed, I got nothing. I slowly get out of the car with a small notepad in my hand as a weapon and slowly go up the path in the dark front garden to the person and THAWK!
"OUCH! ADDY!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH-.. oh, Meghan!?!?" I squeak at my little sister as she rubs the back of her head and growls at me. I grin at her and shake my head "Serves you right, who told you to sneak here without telling me, you grinch!" I giggle, walking up to the front door in the dark and unlocking it. However, I don't get the usual sarcastic response back as Meghan quietly follows me inside.
I turn the light on and sigh, "Are you okay? Why did you run away this time." I turn around, waiting for her reply, but she keeps her head down with her hoodie pulled up. I sigh and pull her into a hug. "Tell me, what is it?"
I knew our parents might have said something, those horrible freaks never really understood the responsibility of parenthood. I lean back and look down at Meghan, pulling her face up to look at me and gasp. She has tears running down her face, dark circles are galore under her eyes and she seems malnourished. I pull her into a hug again before tugging her to the couch. I'm going to kill those barbaric baboons.
I hug Meghan until she stops crying, before parting and looking at her. "What Happened? Tell me." I say in my big brother voice. Yes, I have a voice for that! Anyway, she sighs and wipes her tears with the sleeves of her hoodie before sighing and tucking her long brunette hair behind her ear.
"I ran away." She says.
"I can see that captain obvious" I huff, She smacks my arm and glares.
"Let me FINISH, Mr Speak-a-lot." She rolls her eyes and sniffles, before sighing "I was locked in my room for a week... W-...Without any... f-food or water. I-" She sniffles, her eyes tearing up again. I could see how tired she was, her cheeks had sunken in. "The only thing I had was t-those treats you l-left..." She wipes her eye as a tear rolls down her flushed red cheek, "I was so scared... I was so scared Adam, I didn't know if I would get out. I-.."
"Why didn't you call me!?!?" I exclaimed, I was beyond pissed, Who the freaking heck do they think they are? I got up and started walking around in front of the couch to control my anger as Meghan finished her story.
"Do you think I could!? Martha and that dick of a stepfather took my phone and everything. They cut the wire to my computer! Addy, I ran as soon as I could!" She says, taking my hand as I walk past and pulling me back down on the couch. "Stop being angrier than I am."
"Well, why did it turn into that situation, even for them it seems a bit extreme to do this. " I say making a face while talking about my mother and stepfather.
"They found out that I'm a Lesbian. Heh, Surprise!" She says, giving me a shy and nervous smile.
"That doesn't give them any right to... WHAT!?!?!" I squeak and gawk at her. "You're a lesbian!?!?"
"Hate me?" She asks nervously. I huff and pull her into a hug with a pout.
"I'm offended that you think so little of me!!" I whine, squeezing her tighter into the hug before letting go as she smacks me in the head.
"Let... go genius! I can't breathe!" She catches her breath and looks up at me, "Well, It's not like you can hate me, you're in the same boat."
I tilt my head and look at her questioningly "What do you mean?"
"You're gay, you don't have to hide it."
"What? I'm not gay!!" I look at her with a baffled expression, is this what my little sister thinks of me?
"Wait, what? You aren't gay?" She looks at me confused and my jaw drops, I take a throw pillow, smacking her in the head with it. "You Flooping flippity Snubface! I'm not GAY!!"
"Ow! Okay Okay, If you say so!" she yells, hiding her head and smacking me in the face with another pillow. I groaned and smacked her again, with a grin before jumping up and running off. Meghan grabs my foot and I fall face-first on the carpeted floor. "Oh no, you don't!!"
We have a pillow fight for another hour, somehow it changed from just pillows to a tactical war and I don't know how. We both tiptoed around the house with pillows and water bottles with pinholes in the caps to shoot water. We were using the poor pillows as the shield and I don't know how this happened but the house was basically covered in pillows, sheets, and watermarks on the walls and on the carpet, it would make a good potential crime scene for a movie. I shirked as I felt water on my back and turned around shooting water at Meghan, making her scream. We finish about two hours later with us laughing on the floor in the living room.
"I'm hungry," Meghan says with a yawn. "Food?"
I nod in agreement as my stomach growls. "Pizza?"
She nods back "Pizza. Pepperoni for me."
"Okay, same. Now go take a bath before the food arrives, you STINK" I make an ikhy face and poke my tongue out, receiving a smack on the head.
"Shut up, Moron" She rolls her eyes and gets up, going to the bathroom. "Ladies Dig Trauma, I'm now irresistible." She says, making us both giggle.
I sit up after she leaves and grab my phone off the couch and order two... three pizzas online. We end up eating more anyway, before pulling up Martha's number. I dial it, dread building up at the thought of talking to my mother again. I hear a little click on the other side. "A-Addy?"
"It's Adam. I have Meghan. I'm filling in for her custody, if you want to fight with me over it, I will make sure to drag it into the court. " I say, her voice makes me nauseous.
"You can't do that! You can't just take away my daughter!" She cries out in a shrill voice, making me hold the phone away from my ear.
"I can and I will! You abused her! I have her statement and that's all the court needs!" I yell back, knowing full well that she was just trying to get on my nerves. I grind my teeth in anger and clench my fists.
"We were doing what was best for her! She would have gotten better!" She says in her own deliriousness.
"That's not your call! That's Maghen's choice." I say angrily. "If you want to drag this to court, just know that you will spend a long time in jail for this!"
"Addy.. come on.. it wasn't that bad. Both of you should come back. It will be okay. I love you both." She says in a sickly sweet way, I knew she was trying to play her motherly role, but it's a little too late for that act to work. I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"Oh? To the place, you and your husband abused us all during childhood? I still have cigarette burns from trying to protect Meghan from him. You call yourself a mother, you aren't even worth dirt to us. Never tried to protect us. You were too busy taking care of yourself and your stepfamily!" I growl, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. Meghan walks in with a towel on her head and notices me. I could tell she knew who I was talking to. She growls and stomps over to me, holding out her hand for the phone.
"I didn't mean that, you know it was just a few mistakes he made... he was looking out for you both!" Martha spews out, in her disgusting attempts to keep a hold of us. I was bloody done with this sneering whore. I hand the phone to Meghan.
"Ah, it's the sneering whore!" She says into the phone and I look at her with dropped jaws. Telepathy! I hear a screech from the other side and Meghan rolls her eyes. "Oh Martha, you and David can go fuck yourselves, just know that when you die, your fake little family won't pay for a funeral. Neither will we. You should probably pay actors in advance to act sad at your funeral because WE'RE GOING TO BE DANCING, BITCH.
I gawk as she cuts the phone off before bursting into laughter. She smirks at me and pokes her tongue out before skipping over to the kitchen. I wipe tears of laughter off my face and follow her "So, how's life other than being in that shithole? How did they find out you were a lesbian?" I ask, curiously.
"Found me with my girlfriend." She says with a shrug.
"Girlfriend, of course... GIRLFRIEND!!??! DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?? I REFUSE, YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO DATE!! I'LL HAVE A WORD WITH THIS LITTLE GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS! No one comes near my sister!! TOO YOUNG" I rant, flailing at her. My sister is not allowed, girlfriends! Noo no no no no noooooooooooooooo!!!! AHHHHH!!!
"It's okay, trust me. You don't have to worry!" She says with a knowing grin.
"What do you mean?" I ask suspiciously...
"Ah... You don't wanna know" She says with a shrug and giggles.
I narrow my eyes at her and put a hand on my hip, pointing at Maggi. "Spit it out, right this instant young lady or you or in trouble!"
"I'm the one with the pants, so not much to worry about." She says with a raised eyebrow to look at me as if waiting for my reaction and the doorbell rings. I tilt my head in confusion... before the realization draws on.
"AHHH EW EW EW I DON'T WANNA KNOW THAT!!! EWWWWWWWWW" I screech and run around the kitchen and living room flailing.
"Told you so." She says and skips to the door to get the Pizzas.
"AHHHHH You ARE THE WORST!!!" I shake my head vigorously and pout at her.
"You asked, I told you. You didn't take my warning DUMMY DUM DUM DUM" She giggles and pokes her tongue out at me, plopping down on the couch with the Pizza. I plop down next to her and put the TV on, grabbing a slice for myself.
"So... What's this girlfriend of yours like? What's her name and when am I giving her the 'big brother' Talk?" I say, taking a bite of the slice. She rolls her eyes and looks at me with a huff.
"You are not giving anyone a brother talk. I feel more like the big sister if we go by maturity." She says, I gasp and put a hand on my heart.
"That hurts! Now stop beating around the bush! Tell me about the little Miss Girlfriend." I say, leaning back and relaxing.
"Her name is Celestine, I call her Celest. She goes to a different school, I wanted to go there but Martha said it was a waste of money. I met Celest outside that place." She says with a genuine soft smile, her mind on the girlfriend as she lets out a little grin. "I can't tell you anything else yet. IT'S A SECRET."
"Awe, no fair. Tell me moreeeeeeee!!! Also, tell me about this school, I'll enrol you in it since we do need to change your school anyway." I say, She perks up and looks at me with wide eyes.
"Addy, It's expensive..." She shakes her head, "I can't.."
"Yes, you can and I was going to take your custody anyway, I already saved up quite a bit. We can afford to send you to a good school." I said, ruffling her hair. She teared up and pounced on me, hugging me tightly.
"Oh my gosh, really? Thank you! Thank You! Thank you!" She squeaks and I laugh at her excitement.
We eat pizza and watch a little more TV before going back to our own rooms, I already have a room for Meghan in my house from how many times she has stayed over. I set an alarm for 3:45 am and doze off.
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"Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey we got your disease
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
Welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price to pay
And you're a very sexy girl, very har-"
I shuffle around to look for the phone, groggily bringing it to my ear before realizing I didn't pick it up. I pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID and whine.
"Who the heck... Is-... calling right now? Do you know what time it is?" I growl into the phone. However, the growl on the other side makes me stop.
"I am well aware of what time it is, Mr Fane. In fact, I'm more aware than you. I have been sitting in this airport wondering where my driver is and it seems that he is not here." I hear Mr Rovere say in a chilling and cold voice that makes me sit up.
I clear my throat and reply "I... I called the driver two times, sir! He said he would be there!"
"I do not care what he said, Mr Fane. Get here in 20 minutes or you can face the consequences." I shiver, I wouldn't really mind that... WTF, I'm too sleepy to think straight. "Literally," my mind interjects. I shake my head to make it clear before replying.
"Sir, I need more time! I can't make it 20 minutes, the Airport is 30 minutes away!"
"Well, you better hurry than, Mr Fane. You only have 19 minutes left." He hangs up.
THIS MOTHER FLOOPING TWINK!!!
I HATE HIM.
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