My Psycho Boss. ( COMPLETED )☑️

CHAPTER FIVE: THE DEVIL'S BALL.

      
NARRATOR'S POV

Susan like any wise woman who knows how stuck up the people in here are would spend her time in the bar area, sipping on cocktails.  She had spent her time chatting with her colleagues, it was going well until the managers, directors, supervisors or CFOs showed up.

It like they were trying to show some sort of authority, and Susan knew better than to deal with them. Now she was sipping her cocktail while watching Leo flirt with everyone she sees, and everyone also wants to flirt with Leo, Leo was hot no doubt.

      "Hey Sue...and oh my God are you looking hot tonight" Susan turned to the voice that she recognized and disliked.

Standing in a red suade tuxedo was Clinton. He's a supervisor in one of the department and in his  late twenties and has been trying to get into Susan's pants for as long as he can remember.

"It's Susan, Clinton" Susan corrected him. Only close friends and family can call her Sue.

"You should really Check that attitude of yours, I'll be promoted soon you know" he bragged.

That was all he does, brag all day. He attended harvard, his dad was successful, everyone knows about Clinton's life, he lived pretty loud.

"That doesn't concern me Clinton, why don't you go find some else to bother" and with that Susan placed her empty cocktail glass on the bar's island and walked away from the infuriating man.

     After wandering around the huge hall for a few minutes, waiting for a few small chit chat here and there, Susan decided to leave the room, she decided to take one of the doors behind the hall, she didn't know where it led to but anything to get some fresh air.

         She got into the huge hallway, some spaces  on the wall was occupied by huge and obviously expensive paintings.

Susan Decided to pass the time by looking at them. Susan didn't know anything about art or paintings but according to her grandmother a particular painting is not just about it's brush strokes, it's about how you feel when you look at them,and anytime she goes to her grandmother's house.

she spends most of her time trying to figure out the meaning of the paintings her grandmother made.' sometimes the meaning of a particular piece is the story behind it'  that was what her grandmother would always tell her.

   "Bling"

Susan looked at the source of the sound to see that it was her clutch purse, she opened it to check the message that just entered her phone.

It was Leo wondering where the hell she was. Their motto for this gathering was to drink wine, gossip,shamelessly flirt and act like sophisticated elites.

Tonight Susan wasn't in the mood for it, she already had a few  glasses of wines and a cocktail.

       She had been feeling kind of weird and uncomfortable all week. Her hair stood on her neck and her body had goose bumps sometimes and she didn't know why.

She decided to head to any door that could at least get her outside, or the backyard of the huge hall. This kind of ridiculously huge halls always have gardens at The back.

          She walked to the huge oak door at the end of The hallway, it makes logical sense that that would be the way out. 

But instead of the outdoors , the room behind the door was sort of a waiting room or is it a living room.

   Susan headed over to one of the leather couches and poured her self a cup of water from the jug on the glass coffee table.

She decided to take her to calm down the emerging head ache. She decided to reply Leo message and  tell her that she would be out for a little while.