Ruthless (Girlxintersex) Valentine's Novel

Chapter 29

Season 1 Episode 29

Mahira POV

I came into work feeling as if I had won the lottery. I couldn't wait to get in touch with Xia and tell her she'd be back, just not on my level, but at least in the vicinity.

I stepped in and didn't notice the four cups of ordinary hot coffee, or Angelo. What I said to her simply clicked, and I will most likely not apologize. That was if she hadn't gone singing to my father about it.

I sat in the office, leaning back in my chair; I wouldn't mind if she didn't show up at all. But the moment the door opened and she entered in, my smile faded.

Fucking awesome. I gazed at her, my brow wrinkled, wondering why she was wearing sunglasses. What, did she go blind overnight?

"How much report will you impose on me today?" I have yet to find someone to shove my work on, as she is always behind me. She was simply one shadow that I didn't want following me around.

Her hand held up four fingers. I sighed, knowing there were twenty thousand words to write. I feel like I'm back in high school, where the English teacher assigned essays every week. Sure, I always paid a geek to do them for me.

Money has always been helpful in my life. And now it was slowly departing my hands.

"Are you blind now?" I teased.

"No." She responded, somberly. She walked up to the cabinet and starting taking out the files before coming over to the desk and slamming them down.

"Great." I mumbled, having so many files to sort through. I wasn't getting the hang of writing reports. I'll never get the hang of working; it was hard enough getting out of bed.

"Why the glasses?" I muttered.

"I didn't get much sleep. To go about the office appearing a particular manner is quite unprofessional."

I bite my lips with remorse, remembering how I used to go into work looking and smelling like trash and not caring. I never thought of it as being unprofessional. She takes her work too seriously.

"Have you ever had fun before, Angelo?"

"Of course, I do, but not as much as you. I picked you up from the club and showed you a great time, didn't I?

"That was just one time. Have you had fun since then?"

"Not really. There's nothing to enjoy."

"Is it because your family perished that you feel guilty about having fun? Probably. Perhaps you do not deserve it." I said."

I could feel her frigid glare through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. I smirked. This was enjoyable. She fucked with me. Now was my chance to screw with her. Maybe she stayed up all night thinking about it, because I could have reopened the wound.

"It was never my style to slut around when life didn't go my way."

My smirk faded as that struck a nerve in my subconscious. Why can't she let me win something?

"I caught up with Luca last night; when he's drunk, he doesn't keep secrets."

I know this... And she did not return home straight last night. She was also out.

"So, it's not like he have any secrets for me."

"You think." Her head moved down to the picture frame, and I too glanced at it.

"So?"

"You're madly in love. So foolishly in love. That Rory Glints used you to go through college before using you again to get away from you."

That felt like a blow to the gut. Since that's precisely what transpired. My reasoning fails to fit around it. Never. I gulped and glanced aside. I wasn't about to cry in front of her. I am capable of holding out. Instead, I was going to march right up to Luca and murder him.

"The floor meeting will be held later, so stay tuned." She remarked casually, as if she hadn't just smacked me in the face with her remarks. Words hurt. I started it first, and I almost finished it. But it truly hurts.

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When Angelo appeared in the center of the floor, everyone flocked around her as quickly as possible. I was obliged to remain alongside her, a fake grin on my lips. I hate her so much. I despise how she nonchalantly flaunts about here, as if she owns the entire place. And now that I think about it, my father should not give her any shares in this filthy firm or any other companies he owns.

Frankly, I had no idea what her pronouncements were about.

I didn't want anything to do with what she was preparing.

"Settle down, guys." She spoke sternly, and everyone immediately stopped talking. I wonder how she feels going about knowing that half of the workers on this floor detest her guts. They were simply too much pussy to lash out.

"Okay, so I've only been with this company for two weeks, but I've seen that many of you guys pushed out work. Which I respect and love."

I scoffed. She scowled at me. The barrier of the glasses was gone, and her fridge appearance seemed 10 times worse than it did this morning.

"Valentine's Day is coming up in two weeks, and we thought it would be fantastic if this floor held a small Valentine's celebration."

The workers began clapping. I rolled my eyes. See the group of pussies. She'll most likely make them work extra hours. She was brewing something, and I don't want to be involved.

"You all pitch in. Because it's basically a floor party, not many people can attend."

The employees groaned. I knew it. It was going to be a boring and uninteresting gathering. It got to the point where you only saw your coworkers dressed up, whereas we literally had to dress up every day.

"However, everyone of you will receive three invitation letters. One for yourself, and two for those you really want to invite."

The workers applauded again.

She lifted her clipboard. "I have your whole name. So listen for your name and the duty assigned to you." Everyone got silent again after she said this. "Starting with Mahira Apis. You, together with Veronica and Christie, are in charge of decorating and cleanup.

"What?" I scoffed. "I'm not decorating or cleaning up. I'm not no janitor." I shouted.

The workers began mumbling while glancing at me. She leaned over and whispered. "Consider this your punishment for bringing up my past."

My jaw gaped open. This bitch should have died; she wouldn't be here to yell at me about some messed-up task. "I'm going immediately to daddy after this." I grumbled beneath my breath.

"Do not bother." She mumbled.