Slaughtering Hate

Chapter 2; Childish Acts

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"That son of a bitch thinks his goddamn existence is godly when all he does is spur bullshit and expect people to actually fucking believe whatever shit he's got. So fucking full of himself, that jerk!"

"Oh my god, is it about Nathaniel again?" Ian Roosevelt, Ambrose's best friend since she could remember was not very surprised when he heard the outburst.

It wasn't all new to him. Every once in a while all those big multinational companies would have meetings with the board. Ambrose or Nathaniel would struggle to prove their points while the other would do everything they can to undermine it. Then the girl who hates talking to people in general would come and vent it all out to her best friend.

Very predictable.

Ambrose was a beautiful young girl. Another brunet but all she knew was business. Never really liked socializing and messes up real hard when she tries. And all of this brings her to her best friend, who had been with her almost all her life. Ian is the only friend she has. Not a doubt she loves him a lot but he surely gets annoying when he starts to analyse every situation and starts defending Nathaniel in some rare occasions like he was doing in that very moment.

"I'm pretty sure the poor boy is getting scolded back at home."

"Poor boy? Are you fucking kidding me, Ian? Ever thought how dad is gonna react when he finds out I fought with him in a formal meeting again?" She plopped down on the couch in sheer distress and looked around her friend's apartment, trying to think of an escape.

"Sweetie, if you're thinking about staying over, no. My house is not a shelter home for people who run away from their homes."

She did nothing but roll her eyes, not even surprised at this point about how quickly the elder had caught up to it. He was about two years older than her but being in the same neighbourhood since forever, their friendship always got stronger.

"I don't get one thing. Your companies are rivals anyway and it's no secret that both your dads hate each other with a passion. Then why do they get so worked up every time a news about your arguments comes forward?" Ian questioned with genuine curiosity, sitting down next to her.

"They probably just don't like the fact that I can't shut up when losers bring in crazy ideas of business." She huffed in annoyance.

"What are you so mad about? Jeez, he should be mad at you since his idea got rejected."

"You're right but." She tried but no words escaped her lips as she tiredly got up from her spot,
"Anyways, I'm going."

Soon, Ambrose stood in front of the large gates of her house. There were some really great and fun things about being rich and famous, really. But there were also some crazily annoying parts. The worst one being that she couldn't sneak in quietly without being caught since the guards were on duty 24/7 and cameras of course existed.

Ugh.

She made it inside soon and as she had expected, she was called to her father's office by a maid the moment she entered.

"Yes, dad. I'm here."

He looked up from a novel he had been reading and adjusted his reading glasses when his daughter came in his line of vision.

"Where have you been for the past three hours? The meeting ended quite long ago." He spoke in his deep and almost scary voice, catching her off guard.

Oh, she was so done today.

"I'm sorry, I was with Ian." She spoke the truth nevertheless, meeting her father's gaze.