THIRST

Chapter 2

I smashed the door wide open with my heavenly seductive leg and stood wobbling in front of the entire board of directors. I scanned the room, fixed my eyes which were ready to shut down any second, on a woman in her late 50's that was shooting daggers at me. Her eyes spoke all the truth-

"My plan was going as planned. Witch just got her balls roasted"

"Mommyyy.....", I shrieked with a sweet smirk set on my nefariously gorgeous drunk face and dawdled towards her, "Hope I'm not late, Was just spending time with my bf--- Umm! Ex actually. God! That boy sucks at doing STUFF ", I passed my astonished audience a wink and cackled in joy.

I could feel the witch gripping my arm tightly but I proudly continued, "You know what? I believe in today's world, SEX is very important. Everything should start with sex and end at sex. Why don't we invest on pornography or just a simple institute aiming at making people learn the basics about sex. It's a lit business", she was now digging her nails into my arm but I already knew it was a do or die situation.

"Mr. Mathew!" I pointed at one of the directors with the empty champagne bottle that was stuck in my hand from the start, "I heard your son is going to get married this month. Why don't you send him over at my place someday. I'll teach him some really good techniques."

"Enoughhh!" Her thunderous sound was enough to squeeze out breath from everyone's lungs, she cleared her throat and proceeded politely in her regular, fake mopey tone, "Let's call it a day everyone. We shall summon up this meeting some other day. And Mr. Mathew, Would you mind staying here a little longer."

Within the seconds the room was vacant with me standing half conscious, that evil witch and the fat oldie. She turned towards me and began to proclaim,

"You fucking slut!" she cackled and introduced me to her cold, brick hand, the entire room thundered with the sound, "You're a disgrace to this empire's name, to me. Just look at your pathetic self, same as your filthy father"

I raised my head which was buried deep down few moments ago. I closed my fist firmly and knocked it in the wall beside her creating a crack, "Don't- Do not bring him up!"
Because after all, we both knew she was saying the truth; the most heart wrenching truth.

She slapped me again, now more harder with way more fury, "How dare you disrespect me? You ungrateful bitch!" she called Mr. Mathew who was by now stuck to the side wall watching the whole show as a much anticipated spectator, "You apologize to him right away!" she ordered me.

How much I wanted to rebel at that instant but his thought keep on lingering in my mind like a pendulum, at equilibrium but not constant so I did as she pleased but ofcourse she never stopped at it, there was way more to her anger, more to come.

"And before you go, pass this cheque to Sam," she continued and I just grabbed it without asking any further questions, "Your new manager will be here any second. It's time you start dealing with shit like a person and not some filthy rodent because -
she was interrupted by a loud slamming voice from behind, "He's here!" her devilish eyes now lit up with amusement like she already knew what she was serving the victim, which meant me.

I tottered myself around with my feeble body trembling. My mind still defying the reality which she just announced infront of me. The blood red eyes were now hoarded with crystal tears which made difficult for me to focus on the tall figure. Still it felt weird, as my heart was rebelling against my mind It starting beating louder as if it knew about the upcoming storm. I wiped the tears off with shaking hand. I unknowingly sprinted my eyes at him; the new manager. The champagne bottle which I was holding onto from the start fell on the floor and shattered into thousand pieces but he still stood firm. After all these years, after what he did to me, he stood there firm.