You're Mine (GXG) -Completed/Re-Editing-

TWELVE

SONYA POV:

I have always prefered paranormal movies.

Not that I had a high tolerance of  singing dolls turning into a nightmare, or of the adrealine that stems from anticipating the next scare, but I have always had a soft spot for the unexpected, unlike in drama.

Reality check: My life had a pretty genernous share of drama.

Up until I had met Becky Jones, I thought I was probably one of the few people who couldn't watch horror.  I couldn't be more wrong; She was way more of a scardy cat than me In fact, so much that we were kicked out by the employee at the cinema for causing disrupption. 

Ever since that day, Becky and I only watched comedy . Though, we made a hypothetical promise that one day we'd watch horror again.

The key word was : Hypothetical.

Anyways, out of all of the scenarios that went through my mind over the years of our reunion, this one had to be out of a movie, and it wasn't a comedy.

She still didn't answer my question. Instead, it was as if I was turned into an odd creature that she was inspecting, studying.

Becky Jones has defenitely gotten older, and more insane !

I blink. " You really don't know me ?"

She makes a step closer, and I hold my breath. She smelled like a earth, her favorite scent. She hasn't changed much, but at this moment, it was as if everything else has changed.

Before this Becky Jones, I was powerless.

She leans against my ear, whispering.

-" Are you one of my one nightstands ?"

Yet, a hearty smile tingles the corners of my mouth at her attempt at intimidating me. I force a smile, and I strech my hand, as if for a handshake.

-" Sonya Roberts. Pleased to meet you "

She returns my smile, but it was unrecognizable , even for me .

-" Pleased to meet you too miss Roberts"

Her hands were cold, and in that brief moment we shared, I realized what was even colder than her hands ..

With a terrifyingly vain smile, she adds.

-"Call me if you need me to pay for your injury bills . I will cover everything"

I feel as though a string has been detached. She takes my hand and puts  her business card.

This person, this grown up succcessful woman whom I have been longing for, ever since the moment I cruely broke up with her, she felt different, distant, she felt ..

Angry.

Was Becky Jones angry with me ?

***

Back at the reception hall ..

I knew that contacting the CEO of a large company was tough work, almost impossible without setting an appointment, but this was ridiculous.

It was always iconic how the most difficult people to meet were the same ones who were already born with a golden spoon; Reasons why I hated family businesses ..

In my third time trying to get through the people at the reception, I present my reporter ID.

A hard frown on my face, I sigh . " Did you tell him it is Sonya Roberts from BBS World News ?"

The woman at the reception half looks up from her screen, seeming as if she was fed up, but I didn't care. This was a fight, and in this fight, I was face to face with the a**hole who dared to threaten a position I have sacrficed so much for , and to bring the station down, I couldn't just sit tight and do nothing !

My face was red from furry, and the pain in my ankle was as if gone compared to the immeasurable heartache I was feeling.

Moments later, she tells me to go up , saying and I quote : " the chairman allows you inside " . It hit a nerve, but I couldn't afford making a scene either, so I bite my tongue and I make my way to the 10th floor..

Once there, I make long and fast strides towards his office. Of course, the hall was like you'd imagine it; empty, vast, and fancy looking. This was the first time I come to JONES company, and it was hard for me to imagine Becky working here; Actually "working" and not messing around.

But judging from the recent events that have been occuring in her family, I bet things have taken quite the turn for her too ..

A young woman with a professional attire opens the door for me and shows me at the "waiting" area.

-" Mister Andrew had to make a quick stop somewhere. He will be here soon"

The bastard dares to test me ..

About 15 minutes later, the infamous new addition to the Jones family comes in. I bet these were his first days here, but he was treated like a royalty. The secretary takes his coat off him, only to be shunned away.

He only glances at me, before settling on his comfortable seat.

He begins, with a cocky tone.  " So you are the famous Sonya Roberts?"

I smile. " Not as famous as you are"

He chuckles. " Interesting. What are you here for ? You are quite the persistant one"

I retort. " You made me come here Andrew Jones"

Playing this word game was tiring, and Andrew was rather difficult to converse with; every word that came out of his mouth was a trap, and our (un)friendly conversation was a matter of me being on my guard 99% of the time ..

That is, until this happens.

He makes a light, sinister , laugh.

-" I thought you came to apologize for insulting my family but you are lecturing me instead ?"

-" My job is to report the truth and answer the public's questions !" 

All of a sudden, he gets up from his seat. His eyes were brimming with an obscure emotion, and it affected me a bit. Yet, I don't break his stare and I keep my tough face.

His voice becomes rough, harsh. " I can sue you for defamation of character Miss Roberts !"

-" On what grounds ?!"

The tension was increasing rapidly, so fast that it was hard for me to keep up. He taps on the table, loud enough, and apparently so loud that his secretary had to make an entrance.

-" Is something wrong ?"

If he didn't lose his temper yet, then now he did. " How dare you interrupt your boss !"

The young girl's face becomes livid. Her legs were shaking, her face facing down, her posture weak, as if she was having a long day. " Your- Your dad is trying to reach you- but-but you are not answering Sir"

He demands that she gets out before he falls on his comfortable seat.

-" You can go now, this is not over Miss Roberts"

Damn well it wasn't ..