𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎|
(n.) the act of falling in love with the wrong person
"I think if we can talk to him, we can get him on our side. This might be a problem though considering he doesn't like me, do you think you could pull some strings and talk...
"I'm sick of your voice, sick of your face Sick of your choices, sick of your name"
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"It started like a dream"
"Play nice, I don't give a damn if you don't like him. I picked him so you will work with him." Blah blah blah, just say you want to suck his dick and get on with it. Lo giuro, my father just might be the reason I go clinically insane.
"Why him? There are hundreds of other successful practitioners and capitalists in Palermo, so why him? When does the annoyance stop?" I complained.
This would be the first time I'd seen him in a few months, I almost forgot about the fucker. I do not look forward to spending a portion of my life with him. I especially do not look forward to working with him, having to consult him on the actions I take. Hell no.
But one thing I do look forward to? Making his life a living hell. Him working with me and being unfireable means that I get to dump loads of work onto him and he can't say anything about it.
What pisses me off the most though? "The fucker's still in college," I exasperated. It would seem I graduated earlier than him for nothing.
"I chose him because his area of expertise is the same as yours. He went to the same University and studied in the same field as you meaning he has all of the qualifications for the job. And most importantly, he spent years around you, he knows how you are and can deal with it." He explained, which only pushed me off even more.
"Merda, you make it seem like we were friends," which we should never be mistaken for. I barely even knew the guy and the same goes for him. All I know is that I did something he didn't like which resulted in a rivalry, which resulted in him hating me and me hating him. My father explained it almost like an enemy's-to-lovers romance when it is nothing of the sort. If there's anything that gets my dick soft, it's that stronzo.
"Why weren't you friends?" He inquired. My father knows that I don't do people, in general. They are disappointing and they'll let you down any chance they get. I don't keep friends, I keep acquaintances and then I use those acquaintances to suit my purpose. But Micah? He's just plain useless.
"When we first met it was because I had slept with one of his many girlfriends." He cast down a displeased look at me. "Don't look at me like that, he literally had multiple girlfriends. At least I never cheated on anyone."
He scrunched his brows together, "you fucked his girlfriend." This was not my fault though, because she never mentioned anything about a boyfriend.
"She said she was single," I took a drink out of my glass. "Me doing that led to him attempting to one-up me, I say 'attempt' because that's all they were. He was always one step behind me and that fueled our rivalry. He hated me for fucking up his scam of a relationship, and I hated him for even attempting to think that he was better than me." The fucker.
