I knew it was a game. Damn but a good game it was for as long as it lasted.
"Let me go." I whisper.
He stares at me. His face turning so cold. "Fine." He says letting up on the grip of my arm.
"I'm done playing this game."
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6:30 A.M.
That's when I waltzed inside my fathers company. No eyes lingered around to stop me. No people stood up to push me away. Well, it was too early for people to be inside the office anyways.
My legs were crossed over one another as I sat inside my fathers chair. My eyes were focused on a painting behind my fathers desk. The painting looked like a free world that had been torn out of someone's hands. It loomed of a dusty haze that only came when one's soul had left their entire being.
The door creaked opened and a smile grew on my lips. "Father." I said in a pleasing tone as I turned the chair to face him. I pulled out my phone and pressed something before placing it face down on the desk.
My father looked shocked. Annoyed even. "What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice reached a deep tone.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, I own this place." I leaned forward. My elbows digging into the desk. "Oh? Did they not inform you?" I pulled up a sad look of mockery. "You see daddy, when a CEO goes against many, many laws there's this place they go to called prison." I stood from my chair and stood tall in my red stiletto heels.
"I didn't do anything." He argued but I waved a finger in his direction.
"Oh but you did." I walked around and stood in front of him. Trying my best to intimidate him. "We already had this discussion at the basketball game. I provided the police with proof that you stole Mason's money and in exchange they provided me with a charge against you." I caught myself faltering. Knowing the police thought I didn't have enough proof.
My father shook his head, not believing the words coming from my mouth. "Oh come on, Anastasia. You would have sided with me if you knew the kind of deal Mason made with me."
I froze up. "That is?" I asked, trying to calm the rattling inside my voice.
He laughed, shaking his head like I was an idiot for not seeing this "deal" sooner. "I told him to make you an assistant instead of an architect. In exchange for more than half of the profit of my new product I would be making with him." I'm going to be sick. "But when that blew up I needed to make a new deal. I persuaded Mason into breaking your heart or else I would have leaked some very interesting photos."
My jaw hurt from how hard I had it clenched together. When my fathers lips twitched into a smirk I knew what he had done. "You were the anonymous person who gave the reporters those pictures of me and Mason." He gave me a wicked smile. "You broke the end of your deal didn't you?"
He threw his arm to the side. "Yeah, maybe I did. Maybe I promised him that I would keep your secret safe if he broke my daughter's heart."
"Why would you want my heart to be shattered?" I questioned. Not understanding the logic behind his reasoning. I could care less about what Mason had done. I was too focused on my father.
