On His Terms

○×27:furious bosses and bitchy p.a○×

<Girls be like, "I'm a doll." Yeah so was chucky you crazy bitch...>

|Kian|

Thursday, July 1, 2021

"DAMMIT KIAN, where the fuck are you?!"

"In my office." I worked on my temple with a hand, a weird feeling nagging at me. Something was off. "Tell me, today's not the day we had to finalize the deal with Velasquez's Motors, right?"

Ryan's voice, coated with irritation, spilled into my ears, unhelpful of my situation. "It fucking is! How could you forget?! Velasquez, that annoying son of a bitch, canceled the deal. And guess why? Because you didn't show up!"

Shit. My eyes bolted shut, a whirl storm of pure, violent anger churning in my chest, setting me aflame. Vexed to the core, I pried them open and bit into the phone, "It wasn't my fault. My personal assistant forgot to remind me."

"Fuck, Jadesola?" It sounded like he was walking fast as he talked, a series of car horns and pieces of people's conversations filtering through.

"Who else?" I intoned, bitter. "Can you ask Velasquez to postpone the meeting till Monday next week? Tell him I was sick."

"Sick?" Ryan scoffed. "Velasquez will believe anything but that. That man is a fucking shark and we both know he doesn't give second chances. Regardless, I'll try my best but I don't know man, you really messed up by not making it to the meeting. Lest you forgot, we fucking need that deal closed before De Santis gobbles it up."

Double shit. A furious rush of air streamed from my nostrils, the rage coiling tight in the darkened embers of my heart.

Zaverio De Santis. Not only was he a mixed black motherfucker, he was also my business rival. A goddamn thorn high up in my company's ass.

Scowling, my eyes roved past the papers on the desk and met the empty coffee mug on the table. With how downhill things were heading, I desperately craved for another cup. But I was wary to ask for one, not after Jadesola streamed the hot scalding liquid on my wrist earlier today. She'd claimed that it was a mistake, a fake smile on her deceitful face. Yeah, mistake, my ass. The red blister on my skin still glared at me.

"Are you there? Or am I speaking to a statue?" Ryan sneered.

I ignored his biting inquiry and ordered, "We can't lose that deal, so do all that you can. Even if you have to lick Velasquez's ass. And while you're on it, I need to have a little chat with my personal assistant."

"I'll try but hold on, Kian. A little chat?" I imagined an expression of horror on his annoying face. "You're not about to fire Jadesola, are you? Yes, she failed at her duty but perhaps it was a mistake–"

I cut the call. Actions, Ryan, not chitchats. Now, onto a certain culprit.

"Miss Jadesola?!" I roared.

That woman had been dealing with me, in every way possible. Unlike her, these past few days, she'd been arriving early. At first, I'd grown suspicious but didn't think much of it until my doubts were confirmed.

The only reason she'd reported on time was to misplace the files on my desk, place dirt on the floor of my office and other mindless mis-givings. One time, I even had to reset the clock.

Maybe it was her way of exacting revenge on me, courtesy of that Tuesday morning and that was totally understandable. I mean, I would too. But right now, I was sick of it. She needed to get it into her stubborn head that her actions were childish and fucking costing me a lot.