Sweet Revenge [In progress] ©

Chapter 1

I search through the darkness and hit my alarm. 4 am. Good god. Removing my blindfold, I go straight to the bathroom and slap some cold water on my face.

Dripping wet, I stare at myself in the mirror. My mother's face. I am staring at her—no. Mom, I promise to... Whatever I promised her is underneath my tongue. The picture standing on my desk is the last I'll ever see of her. A prominent smile that lights up my world, even Granny's.

The drive isn't far from my apartment. My hair is up in a bun, as usual. I grab my bag and keys and head out the door. A siren passes by me as I walk down the road. Someone is in trouble, but I shouldn't worry about that. My problem lay with the father figure who left us. I need to find him, and I need to do it before time's up.

From the picture my mother showed me, I can catch him easily. The lift was about to close when I yelled, "I need to get on!" and ran toward it. Luck was on my side when a guy about 40 held it open for me.

Chiseled jaw, brown hair... hazel eyes. Hazel eyes like mine that shone under any dim setting. I walked past the receptionist and sat at my new desk. The locket I wear around my neck that holds the picture of my mom and him together makes me want to vomit.

The first lunch hour approached, and I saw the boss leaving. Gathering my purse, I stride toward them. His gaze freezes on mine and mouths, 'Katie?'. I still get on the lift.

"Hello, sir," I said.

He cleared his throat before saying, "Just call me by my name, Katie."

Awkwardness at being called by my mom's name settled in like a mist inside. Despite the tension, the guard was as rigid as a board. The lift finally spat us out onto the deserted city street. Heels clicking, I followed him down the street.

A fancy yet elegant restaurant stood, tempting my hunger. He had already entered when I opened the door. Flush red and my feet about to crack in two, I followed them to the table. "You like Chinese?" he asked, suddenly. He spoke in a very fatherly tone.

"Yeah, sure... I like Chinese" I replied. But why?

"Next time we can go there. Make a note, Katie"

There he goes again, calling me by my mom's name.

Food arrived... Pizza and a few other Italian things. Neither of which I knew the correct name of.Feeling like I might burst from my stomach, I sat there, staring at the ornate ceiling. I should probably tell him my actual name... Sitting up straight, I begin, "Sir, my name–"

Nothing in the check poked any familiarity in me, and the numbers danced around. I swallowed. "Sir?" I asked, but he snatched it, read it, and placed his credit card inside. Wow!

The lift ride was even more terrifying than the restaurant. The silence had me sweating, and my stomach was knotting itself. With a ding, we got off on our floor.

Immediately, I got to work at my desk. The man reached his office. Rosie, get your head together. How the heck do I tell him I'm his daughter? Forget it. My plan needs to be solid.

The evening sun peeked through the transparent glass, casting shadows. Most of the people were already leaving. At home, however, I had to find another way to reach my father, and get the company. I promised my mother something completly different from what I am planning.

A woman comes in, bearing what I believe is lunch. Flanking her are two girls. With a slight loathing look my way they make their way toward the office Mr. Baxter sits. I give them a 'I'll behead you' look, and they turn away from me. My head throbs as I stare point blank at the screen infront of me.

"Mary, I can get my food from outside," Mr. Baxter raises his voice. I crane my neck to watch this little drama unfold before my very eyes. Maybe Mrs. Baxter can't cook at all. Would explain the anger in his voice.

  The doors swing forawrd and out comes Mrs Baxter and the two girls, walking like fairytale evil beings.

  "Hello, Mrs Baxter," I say, just as a greeting. She narrows her eyes at me and says, "Just because you have the same last name as my husband, doesnt mean you prowl here like a princess and steal him..got it?" and left the way she came.

  "Got it, you ma'am is a snake," I mumble.