MY ANGEL IN THE DARK | FREEN'BECKY | COMPLETED

16- This means war

FREEN POV:

There she is, a small bean stands far from my table as if she is shy. She is wearing a pair of old jeans, a pair of dark brown oxford shoes and a black shirt with a grey suit. I can count the number of times I encounter her, and every single time, she would be wearing this grey suit. Look like the suit is the only thing she has to look professional at work. Everything in her is screaming poor and inferior, except her eyes. And I found them captivating for the first time I saw her on her first day at work. It's abnormal and unacceptable.

- Ms. Becky! What do you want to talk to me about?

I say as I lean on my leather chair. She ships her head, looking at me with her sharp but nervous eyes.

- Two days ago I received $12.000 commission for closing the deal with the government. I don't know why? So... May I ask you why?

- it's because the commission rate is 0.2% . Did you think that I made a mistake in calculating?

- No! What I mean is I didn't do much for this project, so I don't think I should take the commission. It's too much.

- What do you mean by you didn't do much for this project? It's you who took charge of it.

- The last time I involved in this project is the day... In four seasons Hotel, and after that, I stopped involving in it so I don't think I -

- I stopped you from involving cause the deal was  closed after that day. We are chosen.

After I interrupt her, she just stares at me, her mouth opens and then closes, no word coming out. The look in her eyes is somewhat like she is getting angry. An angry poor angel. I stare back as a reply that I'm not a normal person that she usually meets so that she could look at me with these eyes and this attitude.

- What did you do?

She suddenly asks, I don't understand so I furrow my brows.

- Excuse me?

- What did you do to close the deal? - she asks in her angrily shaking voice.

- Ms. Becky, don't you dare to speak to me that way !

- I don't care!

She fires back as she walks to my direction, her small hands slam in my table. I am startled but I have to keep it like it's nothing. The girl is really furious.

- Did you threaten them by using me?

- Ms. Becky, - I chuckle. - you really like a panda right now?

- what?! - she asks surprisingly, her facial masculines are loosening to turn to a frown face.

- Cute? No. Panda is one of the worlds dumbest animals.

She looks dumfounded as she got what I mean, I smirk to suppress my laugh. I immediately add.

- is money is all you need, isn't it? That's the reason why you still work here even though you don't like your boss.

- I have enough for you, Sarocha. And yes. I work for money , it's not a shame to admit it, but don't like you , I don't sell myself for money.

How dare she! She must eat a whole tiger today to get that bravely.

- This is more than enough for me to fire you, Ms. Becky. try me and see what can I do.

- Yes. Fire me and then see what will happen . I will tell the whole company then the whole netizen about what did you do to me and what two friends of you did to me.

- You are threatening me? Really? Ms. Becky? I'm the CMO who can control media and have an acquaintanceship with almost the press in Korea , Ms. Becky.

- Ah I forgot. - She chuckles as if it's funny. - How about Rosé Park your friend will help me?

- Rose?... She is not helping you with this.

- You can try.

- She is my best friend.

- And you hit her in a club, in front of everybody. How can you still call her Best Friend after that?

Becky Armstrong is really something, she continuously triggers the monster inside me. Now that I stand up, towering her.

- it's not your business , Ms. Becky.

-  so what is my business? Is that your selling me to our clients to seal  the deal? And then your plan failed, you continued to use me to threaten our clients and finally, you won. You threw money to my face and shut me up. I disgust you , Sarocha! I use to have some respect for you, I thought you are just strict to your employees but it all turns out that you have Problems with your personality.

I have urge to slap to stop her, but I have to hold myself from doing what I will regret, again.  I grit my teeth and fist both of my hands so hard that I feel the pain myself. I am at loss for words to stop her.

For days, I've ask myself if I am having a mental disorder or somewhat that I could not have any sympathy for Becky Armstrong. There is the darkest place in my Seoul where I know the possible to answer that I take misery is one kind of asset . And if being raped is misery, then it's kind of asset. I admit that it's not normal though , but I'm not a normal person. I don't even know who I am. Being a psychopath or being someone who is mentally sick is okay for me.

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