TOAW Themarie : How to Poison a Swan

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Matured Content.

"She has a what in my house?" Themarie slams her hand against the table startling Querin, her secretary that had more vacations than the boss herself. The secretary puts the documents down on the table. Themarie had her phone near her ear as her enraged look could even disappear in the slightest bit.

"Visitors, Milady. Miss Haven brought some visitors. It was said they'll be having a picnic right outside the area where she planted her flowers then will be going to the beach in the afternoon." It was the old maid Themarie is talking on the phone currently. Themarie was somehow getting incoming vibrations from the sensors of who gets inside the gate of the mansion through her phone. Themarie was well, curious and asked what was going on, therefore leading to the fact that Haven was hosting a picnic slash tea party with all her co-ballerinas.

"And she said that to you in full sentences and could she not even say it to me by herself?" Themrie lets out an irritated sigh. She didn't want to have a bad day, it was still ten in the morning. Too early to shout and throw everything she sees. Querin was backing away, seeing her boss's nose looked to be comically flaring.

The old maid sighed as she answered. "The Miss was busy, Milady. You know how difficult it is to form a tea party." Themarie hears the response and she gritted her teeth knowing old woman had never ever sided with Haven like this.

"She should've informed me about it earlier." Themarie says as she touched the tip of her nose and sighed deeply when the old maid was scolding her through the phone for not caring about Haven's need to prepare everything for her guests.

"Then kindly just tell my wife that i'd be home early. She needs help with hosting." Themarie offers, it wasn't a kind one but a way to lecture Haven to inform her. She was still enraged. Themarie then throws her phone after the call and Querin swiftly lets the phone pass by her side and it falls on the floor as it was luckily not scattered.

"Wife problems?" Querin asked to fully let the whole room be in light, not in a depressive and gloomy one. The office is where people meet her and if she's a moody one. It will foreshore mess up the whole thing.

Themarie paused before she looked at Querin who was standing not so far away from her table. "Yes." She responded back. She hated for as days go by, Haven would be so fiesty to deal with. She was in a very free will stage, doing what she wants and not caring if she messes it up.

"You know, I think Miss Haven's brattiness will ease down if she gets some tender loving." Querin mumbled against the hard notebook, covering her face as she looks at Themarie with a teasing look.

"No, she had her chance." Themarie said as she proceeded to open her documents to read them. Her brows were scrunched and she kept breathing in and out to control her emotions. She knows what she did but God, she hated that Haven was the type of woman to backfire. Themarie would grow restless at this point.

"Uh oh, looks like this is quite personal." Querin chimed as she smirked at her boss. Themarie raised her brow at Querin which made Querin shut up for a mid second.

"I was just saying, to soften up a hard heart. You need to be gentle with it, correct?" Querin was a bubbly girl for sure but she's serious in terms of other things. If she matches her energy with Themarie all's well, it's like a gloomy den people don't want to get inside of.

"I'm the hard heart." Themarie squinted her eyes and gave Querin a sarcastic exchange of eye contact. Querin awkwardly smiles then gives out a deep sigh before she shakes her head making Themarie roll her eyes.

Querin had quite a look on her face, her lips thinned as she looked at her boss once again. "Oh then it's pointless, Ma'am. I'm sorry, I can't help." She shakes her head as she sassily gives an answer making Themarie grumble.