You Work For Me

He hates me.

As I left his office and headed towards the elevator I couldn't think straight. My mind was flooded with different emotions. I wanted to turn back and ask What the fuck I did so terribly wrong to his ass, but instead I was rushing out the firm. As I reached the main entrance, I pushed the door open, I fell and smacked the ground hard. I could hear people surrounding and sirens then everything went black.

-Michael's POV-
As I sat in my office I went through files trying to clear my mind but I couldn't. I kept thinking about how Alena betrayed me. How could she go behind my back and steal from me? I mean I know she was jealous about Heather but to take from me is a whole other story. All I can do is think about how to stop my company from going bankrupt. She stole all my firms funding. I quickly logged onto my online banking account to clear things up. As I expected there was 805 thousand dollars transferred this morning into the account I helped her create. No one knows that passcode but her. I shook my head as I stood up from the computer walking over to the window. I looked out seeing an ambulance pull off as I listened to the sirens. How did I let her fuck me over? This is what I get for finally falling in love. I should've listened to Heather. "I never fall Michael and neither should you. Keep it Professional." I kept hearing her voice. It made me want her in the weirdest way. I just needed someone to release my anger out on. I made my way to my cell phone as I dialed her. "Hey Heather, I get off in a few. How about you stop past my place?" We made arrangements and I was set. Soon as the clock hit 8pm I was home sweet home.
I pulled up to my driveway as I noticed Heathers car and I motioned for her. I unlocked the door as we entered together. "It was nice of you to invite me over Michael." She smirked. "I don't feel like talking tonight. Come here."

-Alena's POV-
I don't exactly remember what happened that day. But I did know one thing. I missed Michael. "It's been 3 weeks since I've spoken to him and I'm worried Ma." The only person I've been in contact with since the incident. She'd been staying with me to help make sure I was ok. "Sugar don't worry. You'll get stressed and have another panic attack. We don't need that to happen. He's probably just stressing over the responsibilities of managing the firm. I'm sure he'll call to check on you." Soon as she said that it all came back to me. He wasn't bothered by me being gone because he fired me. For what I'll probably never know. I couldn't go near him because it would violate the restrictions he set forth in the stupid restriction order I had gotten in the mail I stashed. My mother is a nosey somebody. As I replayed the day in my mind tears began to roll down my face. "He hates me." My mom held me, trying her best to calm my spirit but It couldn't be lifted. I lost the love of my life and I didn't even know why.
Each day after that day I pushed myself deep into depression. I could care less about him but I chose not to. Not a day went by when I didn't call. I called even though I knew he blocked me and it'd go straight to the operator. I needed to know what I did wrong.

-Heathers POV-
It was the good life. Michael and I were about to begin a journey to a beautiful new beginning. I was so happy I didn't know what to do. "Yes girl I did it. I framed that bitch. Once I tell him we're pregnant I might put the money back and tell him I got the bank to pull a loan or something of that nature. I got him in the palm of my hand girl and I will not let go."