Fated Risk || Completed

Chapter 1 || A Rewarding Idea.

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Maddox.

    Is murder a good idea? Usually, I would say maybe. The court proceedings, lawyers, and possible risk of life in prison would be a little bit of a headache but with good reason might be worth it. But right now, my answer is starting to wonder away from maybe and into the territory of a strong fuck yes.

    Right now, I think I might murder my best friend because he just kicked me. This motherfucken delusional birdbrained idiot just kicked me under the damn table well I was peacefully napping. Okay, not peacefully because I never nap, or sleep, or rest, or really live peacefully. And Kevin was still babbling on about the investment's he thinks are good, but I was relaxing. Sort of. The most relaxing state I can force myself into those days. Which really consists of my body being on full alert, and sensing everything around me, but with my eyes closed. It's the fucken dream.

    I snapped my eyes open and glared at Mateo, but he only stared back at me with a bored look. What the fuck did he want from me? To entertain him? Dance like a fucken muppet on the conference table? I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the presentation in front of us. Kevin did a shit job this time, no offence, but offence. None of these companies were worth investing in, they all had terrible profit margins, and yearly growth. I could tell you that by just the stat's Kevin was showing us. So please, tell me why he was wasting our time? I almost wanted to point that out, but did I really want to risk another kick?

    Sighing, I glanced at my watch noting we should be done in the next twenty minutes but hell that might as well be twenty years. I was still getting use to this whole suit wearing, meeting sitting, and coffee sipping type of life.

    Mateo has gotten use to this easier than me, but then again Mateo can adapt and adjust like it's no one business. With the help of his bubbly girlfriend who spoke like a motivation quote of course. So, there he is sitting in an eleven-thousand-dollar Brioni suit, listening intently, all while sipping his black fucken coffee and let's not forget, kicking me. At least he looks devilishly good. Joke's on him though, because I know he rather be drinking some caramelized shit then whatever the fuck that is in his cup. I wouldn't put it past him to want some sprinkles on top either.

Unlike him, I wasn't wearing a suit because I would probably actually roll over and die if I had to shove myself into that. I was wearing comfortable, stretch black chino pants and a black Valentino jumper that didn't itch or suffocate me. Plus, these comfortable ass Louboutin Surcity. All thanks to my fashion obsessed sister who did me a favor and shopped for me. If it wasn't for her, I'm sure I would be walking around in sweat. Which, I much rather be wearing right now.

    And, yes, I was meeting sitting but it was more like meeting slouching because this chair is really damn uncomfortable. You would think for this being a multimillion-dollar company we would at least have some comfortable office chairs. You would be wrong. And yet, I still tried to wiggle my ass around to get fucken comfortable which I concluded was pointless. Truthfully, I was just having a hard time keeping my attention focused and that's probably why Mateo decided to kick me, again.

    I lifted my head, shooting a hardened glare that said if he kicked me one more time I could cut his toes off one by one until only the fucken pinky toe was left. Good luck to him then because those fuckers are absolutely useless. Like this meeting. But my glare only made him chuckle which he hid in a cough. Little bitch.

    The coffee sipping is probably the only thing I got right. Actually, that's debatable too because if you put a shit load of milk and a ton of sugar into a coffee, is it still considered coffee? I'm going to say yes because I had to get at least one of these three things right.