"What are you doing in my building?" Mr. Remora asked slowly.

I opened my mouth to answer but didn't get the chance as he continued speaking, cutting me off at the very start.

How very convenient.

"This was your plan all along wasn't it? Destroy me? That's your motive?" he asked with a menacing glare.  "First on that trip and now at my workplace?" he growled.

"I am not trying to-" I tried to interject, but the hard headed CEO would not hear me out.

"How dare you come here after all the time you have caused me to lose and all the problems you have caused for my company. You are the reason why I lost three business deals two months ago and I'll have you know I don't take the loss of business deals lightly, especially if it is caused by one measly bag of flesh." he informed me in the harshest way you can imagine it being said in. "If you had ever thought that I would even allo-" he cut his sentence short and rose an eyebrow before narrowing his eyes at me. I rose an eyebrow as well. I had to wonder what kind of crazy scenario he was going to conjure up now.

"Unless... Unless you are one of those brainless girls who think that they can get a man of wealth to fall at their feet with the imaginary charms they think they possess." he accused making me go ballistic. See! Told you he was gonna come up with something crazy! And one of those brainless girls? How dare he! Brainless?! Me?! The nerve of this man! Plus me? After him?! He has got to be on something to think that I'd ever want him after everything that happened at that castle!

"Excuse me mister because-I-was-born-rich-and-am-a-billionaire-that-means-I-know-it-all, but I'll have you know that the reason I am here is solely to tell Mr. Gordon that I cannot accept his very noble and thoughtful job offer. I'll have you know that I would prefer to kill my reputation  my scrubbing dirty pots at the nastiest restaurant I can find than to work under an arrogant bastard like you!" I shouted as my temper flared.

Mr. Remora's temper didn't seem to differ as his jaw and fists clenched as he turned to a shivering Mr. Gordon.

"You offered her a job here?" he asked in a frighteningly calm way.

"Y-yes s-s-sir, I didn't think that you'd have a problem!" he said desperately.

"Didn't think I'd have a problem?" he asked incredulously. "You didn't think that I would have a problem with you hiring the girl who shot me months ago coming to work at my house?" he gritted out through his teeth. Mr. Gordon's eyes widened as his brain seemed to register Mr. Remora's words and he realized his mistake.

"She's the one who sh-shot you?" he whispered, cowering in fear. Mr. Remora did not need to answer as Mr. Gordon got the message from the way his boss' eyes threatened to burn holes into his body and how they also twitched.

Moments of silence passed and after realizing that this was either gonna end in Mr. Gordon peeing his pants or Mr. Remora burning his employee's head off, I finally decided to say something.

"Listen Mr. Remora, I have no interest in working for you and I'm sure that you have no interest in paying me either. I think we could both agree that the best thing for us is for me to leave and never show my face here again," I suggested before mumbling to myself, "I would have no problem with that at all."

He turned to me and was about to say something but suddenly Mr. Gordon came forward and  whispered something to him. I watched as Mr. Remora's eyebrows raised and his eyes widened ever so slightly.

"Is that so?" he asked him seeming mischievous as Mr. Gordon nodded, swallowing nervously. Mr. Remora took a seat on his chair once more and faced me with a glint in his eyes. My suspicions heightened. What exactly had Mr. Gordon whispered to him? Whatever it was, I knew I would never like it.

"Okay Ms. Harrington," he said, his head tilting. "Your request has been granted and so you will no longer work for Mr. Gordon."

My nostrils flared as I glared heatedly at the man. "What? Who do you think you are? I will not stay here and work under a despicable man like you, you selfish mo-" I snarled stormily, getting ready to hurt this man with my bare fingernails, but stopped abruptly when everything settled inside my head. "Wait, what?" I asked, wondering if I had indeed heard him wrong. Did he just say he was actually gonna let me leave? 

"I said you will no longer be working for Mr. Gordon." he said brusquely as he clasped his hands on his desk before him. My guess is that he didn't take a particular liking to the comments I was just about to make about him.

"Ah... really?" I asked with uncertainty. His eyebrow raised as if asking if I was questioning his decisions. You would too if you met this guy and he was sending you the same mixed signals that makes you wanna just hit him over the head with something! 

I grabbed my bag from the seat beside me and stood slowly. I wanted to leave, there was no doubt about that... but something wasn't right. He seemed to be up to something... Something bad.

I slowly made my way over to the door, walking backwards as I didn't dare to turn my back to this unsettling man. For all I know, he could be waiting for just the right opportunity to either stab me in the back, or shoot me since that would only be him doing the same as I'd done to him. I had to admit that last thought made me even more paranoid.

"Okay Mr. Remora, here I go... and don't worry, you'll never see or hear from me ever again." I slowly grinned, hoping that this was really true and I could indeed stay out of his path since somehow I always ended up right in front of him.

"Ms. Harrington?" he called just as I was about to reach the door. I stopped in my tracks. "I wasn't finished. " he informed me with a hint of mischief in his tone.

I knew it! There was no way he was gonna let me off the hook so easily... It didn't hurt to hope though... nope, it did. Dang it!

"You will no longer work for Mr. Gordon as his assistant... instead you will be working for me, as my own." he said bluntly.

My mouth popped open.

"Excuse me?" I asked in absolute disbelief.

He rose a single eyebrow. "You are not excused." I gritted my teeth in both anger and frustration. Okay, who the heck does he think he-

Don't even ask that question, that voice inside my head advised, but like the stubborn piece of work I was, I ignored it.

"Mr. Remora, I know you think that you own the world because of your money, but let me make something clear. I do not work for you, never have, never will, so I don't belong to you. I don't care what power you believe you possess but I'm never gonna be one of the millions of idiots you control like they are your little puppets!" I fired back angrily as I retraced my footsteps into the room.

"Interesting speech Ms. Harrington, more so that your father also works for me, but let me just clarify a few things, " he replied calmly, and if I wasn't so sure that it was only my anger causing me to hallucinate, I would have sworn that I saw one side of his mouth turn upwards as if he was smirking. 

Standing, he continued with whatever be had to say. 

"I do own you, as a matter of fact, I have owned you ever since you signed that contract yesterday." 

I scoffed.

"I signed a contract to work for Mr. Gordon, not you. And I just said that the reason for my coming here today was solely because I wanted to terminate the stupid pieces of paper." I crossed my arms as I tried to conjure up a sensible person in my mind who would continue working for this despicable man after finding out that he was the one they would actually be labouring under.

Why did I get the feeling that this was his idea of revenge? I mean come on, it was one bullet! ONE BULLET! How can someone not get over one bullet?

Mr. Remora stood and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Any sensible person would know that signing a contract to work for someone who works for me automatically puts you under my employment and that gives me the power to change who you work for in the company."

"Oh really? So you're my boss now?" I said with my own smirk as I took a step further into the office. "Fine then, how about this? I. Quit."

What seemed to be a laugh came twitching his lips, but he quickly chased it away. 

"You.. You quit?" he asked in what sounded like amusement. "Ms. Harrington...did you read the contract?" he asked with a small smirk.

My eyes widened and I shuffled on my feet uncomfortably.

"Ah.. Well I.. " I stuttered.

What do I do, what do I do?

Say you did you idiot! You cannot allow that smug look to return to his face!

Damn I hated that smug look!

"Of course I did." I lied, crossing my arms again as I tried to at least sound convincing.

That stupid satisfactory look took over his face. Dammit! I mean sure it was only a glint in his eyes and that small raise of one side of his lip, but damn did that look damage my pride. The look didn't tarry however and soon disappeared as he faced me with a hard look.

"Ms. Harrington, I must admit that you continuously surprise me with your unpredictable actions. I mean you keep on telling me that you are more than what you seem," he trailed off while looking me up and down making me raise an eyebrow at his scrutinizing looks, "but then you turn around and do something as reckless as this. Reminds you of the castle doesn't it? The place where you spoke as if you had all the authority in the world but then shrunk away every time I took a step towards you." Mr. Remora reminded me with a bit of a glare as he took a step towards me which made me automatically take one backwards. Proving. His. Point.

Dammit, I hissed in my mind, realizing what he just did there.

"See what I mean.. Ms. Harrington?" he asked with a tilt of his head. I swallowed and shuffled on my feet once more.

"A-as a matter of fact Mr. Remora, I do not understand what you mean, nor do I believe that what you are saying about the contract stating that I cannot quit whenever I want to, is the truth." I informed him.

Worst. 

Mistake. 

Ever.

Mr. Remora's eyes flashed, his nose flared and mouth tightened. Oh no.

Note briefly, never even hint that you think Mr. Remora is lying....like seriously, do NOT do it.

"Ms. Harrington are you insinuating that I am a liar?" he asked with a hint of a growl in his voice.

"Well no, just that you aren't being truthful at the moment." I replied almost instantly. Oh crap! Why did I just say that? Why did I just say that?

Mr. Gordon obviously agreed that I should not have said that since he started taking steps towards the door, trying to seem as invisible and unaffected by our argument as he possibly could, but failed horribly since I could see his legs wobbling.

"Mr. Gordon." Mr. Remora suddenly spoke, his eyes trained on me the entire time. I almost felt sorry for the poor man even though I was the one who was standing at the end of his glare. I mean his legs were out of control. 

"Y-yes sir?"

"Bring the contract." he commanded.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading another chapter. I'm not sure if I'll post another this weekend or not, but anyways, love and appreciate so much my readers. Please comment and keep up the reading.

Happy belated birthday to both , love you guys:) and until the next...

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