INTOXICATED

CHAPTER 1

BLAIR GANNON

It had been the busiest week and all I wanted to do was decompress. God damn it! It was not an outstanding day for a Friday.

It heavily poured at seven o'clock in the morning . I clenched on my coat for warmth as I waited for him to show up. HIM. My one and only pathetic boss. Kylian Laville. The existence of this fine French man was to taunt and pulverize me. I had faced a lot for the three years I've worked for him and honestly I was getting frustrated. The man would do anything to see me in anguish. He is such a pain in the ass. 

Ultimately, I endured all his crap and it paid. This organization pays! Sometimes I do not regret working here. It's been a hailstorm but who said the sun doesn't shine after a storm? 

Laville arrives at eight o'clock on the dot. He is never late and never too early. But sometimes he takes his days off to deal with his other illegal business. Those days are what I lived for. I've heard all kinds of rumors about my boss, mostly in the ladies washing room, the women in this company basically idolize him. I mean who wouldn't? He is a fine piece of work. God took a lot of time on him. He was known to be a dangerous man with unceasing rage, very arrogant, very selfish and the most famous one, Sexy. Damn, I'd do anything to know how he fucks. I believed I was a whore for him and only him. As far as it goes, that only lived in my wild imaginations.

I sat behind my desk thinking of when I'd finally quit this job. I wrote my resignation letter three weeks ago.  No harm done if I quit today. I had enough money to keep me till I found myself a new job. The amount I saved would push me for a while so I knew I'd be fine. My family was full of junkies. It was pitiful. My dad overdosed and died, my crazy mother got arrested ten years ago for dealing and using drugs and my brother- Well, I do not know what he does. I cut ties with him the moment I realized I do not need my older brother to survive this cruel world.

My phone buzzed. A notification that Laville was arriving two minutes from then. He always wanted me to escort him from the elevator to his office door. I ran towards the elevator in my white four inch heels. The elevator door dinged and his tall frame appeared in front of me.

Oh! He brought someone. He has never done that before. I always arrange his meetings. It kinda stung a little bit.

"Good morning Gannon"
"Good morning Sir." I replied. Our morning routine... 

Laville walked past me followed by the man he brought. The man looked older than Laville. He was not that attractive- or maybe he was. Its just the Laville effect. Kylian Laville could magically make anyone around him look like a blob. When I say anyone I mean Anyone! That is how much he stands out.

"Cancel all my meetings for one hour."
"Yes sir."

I followed both of them, my heels clicking as loud as they could piercing the chill atmosphere. His companion did not even greet me. Rude! They both got in Laville's office.

This is how my quitting day starts? I did not need Laville all furious. Furious Laville meant Gannon's painful day. I could just throw my resignation letter on his face. That would solve my problems. Maybe he'd miss me when I'm gone. For fuck sake, he could handle himself perfectly if I left. He'd get another secretary in merely three minutes.

An hour later, his discussion with the rude blob ended. That was what I presumed. I shoved my letter in an envelope and strutted to his office.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths, Blair.

I heard him yelling then boom. A thud! Someone fell down. Maybe the rude blob had a stroke and collapsed. I knocked on his door.

"Putain de merde! Quel bordel." He yelled. I was used to Laville yelling in French whenever he was frustrated.

After a few knocks I let myself in. Surprise Surprise, Rude blob laid down there on his own pool of blood. The first thing that popped up in my mind- What could the rude blob have done to anger Laville so much? Enough to kill him!

Death. DEATH. Dead rude blob? Then it hit me. Shock, disgust. Mental disarray? I looked at Laville and he was so calm yet he brutally slit someone's throat in his office.

 He was on his phone.

"Come to my office this instant." He ordered then hang up. I noticed the bloody knife in his hand, his face smeared with some of the dead rude blob's blood.

He approached me and my heart pounded faster. Was he going to kill me too? I could not move. He noticed the envelope I held and grabbed it, opened and read it. A flicker of amusement crossed his face.

"What is this Gannon?" He asked. 

Shit! He was definitely going to butcher me.

"I quit." My voice unsteady, his face hardened.
"And why is that?"
"Erm..." I drew a nervous breath. "My reasons are clearly stated in the letter." I managed to say.
"Then I'm certain you have no problems telling me why you want to quit."

I stared at the dead rude blob on the floor and my nausea kicked in. I bent over to throw up.

"Come on Gannon! Can't handle a little blood? You're female, aren't you?" 

Haha! Very funny. 

He sighed.

"You are not allowed to quit. If you leave I swear you'll end up like him. Do you want to die Gannon?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Good girl. Now I want you to leave, consider this as you're day off."

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I apologize for the French cursing. I googled those words!  

If there are grammar errors I shall fix them. Hope you enjoyed this<3

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