Confident

Oh shit

"You made a big mistake," Nat groaned, and I rolled my eyes before standing in front of her. James and Sam knew this was my deal, so they stayed back and just observed.

Shit was about to go down.

"And you made your first mistake betraying me," I spat, "I mean what the fuck?! You were supposed to be my best friend!"

"And you're supposed to be better at your job."

I licked my lips with a smile, a scoff exiting my mouth as I brought my fist across her face. "I've gotten us more deals, and partnerships than my father has ever gotten. How do you think that happened? Because I had a fucking babysitter?"

Nat just glared at me, her emerald green eyes darkening as time went on.

"No! Because I went out and I fucking made those goddamn deals! Were you in the room? No! Did you secure the deals? NO! You instead, FUCKED EVERY GUY ASSISTANT YOU LAID EYES ON!" I screamed, "WHILE I WAS OUT MAKING BIG STEPS TOWARD MY FATHER BEING PROUD OF ME."

"He'll never be proud of you," she said as she spat out a glob of blood, "he always loved me more."

"No he just wanted to fuck you," I glared, "because someone is known for being a bitch ass slut. And we all know that's not me."

"Yeah you fucking prude," she glared, "that's the first red flag. You're a fucking virgin at 24."

"And there's nothing wrong with that," I replied, "because at least I don't have pregnancy scares, or have to worry about a weekly STD test unlike someone I know."

Sam and James were silent behind me, and I knew they were holding back laughs.

"Look," I started, "I'm here to understand a few things before I wake your big boss up."

"And I won't answer."

"Not my problem," I smiled, "if you don't answer, just means I get to beat the shit out of you."

"Bullshit."

And I punched her straight across the face, "you know damn well not to challenge me. Because I will one-up you. Now. Natalia. How long have you been working for this whore?"

"Suck my dick," she spat, and I shrugged my shoulders, grabbing a knife from my back pocket and flipping it a few times. I could hear whispering from the guys, but it completely ignored it.

-Meanwhile-

"Wanna play Rock Paper Scissors?" Sam asked, and James shook his head.

"Can we just pay attention and be supportive?" James asked back, and Sam sighed, "okay. One game."

"Hell fucking yes," Sam whispered.

-back to your regularly scheduled program-

"You know, I could cut every fucking limb off of you and yet you wouldn't die from blood loss," I whispered, "what do you want to start with? Your fingers or your toes?"

"Toes please," she smiled, and I rolled my eyes.

"Fingers it is," I frowned, turning to where her back was facing me, "now I won't ask again. How long have you worked for? And don't even try to make excuses. I will cut everything off slower than a sloth."

"Fuck You."

"Okay, you asked for it," I smirked, slowly cutting the knife through her flesh, and I could feel her squirming. I had a way to make it hurt way more than anyone tortured like her would ever be used to, "you know, without any fingers, no self pleasure."

"ILL TALK ILL TALK!" She exclaimed, and I knew I was about to get her to break, "I've worked with her for two months."

"Why?"