Time to Get Even

Wait

"Ana wait" Marcus came running after me with Samantha close behind him, "god it's not what it looks like"

"Ha! That's the best line I've ever heard" I shouted, "seriously fuck off both of you"

I didn't get much further when Marcus grabbed me by my arm and stopped me.

Frustrated, I continued to hurl insults at him while trying to free myself from his hold.

"Ana. I'd like for you to meet my sister Samantha" he yelled loud enough to talk over me.

"Your sister? You don't have a sister. Do you really think I'm that stupid?" I held back the urge to cry. I've done enough crying for this idiot.

"It's true" Samantha stepped from behind him and tried to give me a small smile. You could tell she was unsure of what to do and didn't seem like she wanted to be caught in the middle of our fight.

"Just please come and let me explain" Marcus asked pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Please"

"Fine" he let go of me and I made my way back to the boardroom, finding a seat furthest away from the both of them.

They both sat down and stared at me like I should be the one explaining. 

"Samantha is my sister" he began looking to her for some kind of approval. When she gave him the nod he continued, "when I was a couple of years old my father had an affair with a coworker. When my mother found out she was heartbroken and angry but decided to stay with my dad and work on it. She didn't want me to have a bad relationship with my father, not that it helped anyway. They were hoping that cutting off the affair would be enough to to fix their marriage, but when she came back and told my father she was pregnant all hell broke loose. My mother was besides herself. She was angry and, to appease her, my dad tried to pay Samantha's mother off to make the problem go away. She refused and said she was going to have the baby with it without him.  She understood that he chose my mother but hoped that he would at least keep Samantha in his life. My mother forbade it and he agreed. I didn't know she existed until I was into my teens and she reached out.  By then my mother was sick and my dad didn't want to bring up the past, so I kept my relationship with her a secret. When I began doing well for myself, Samantha made me promise to keep our secret. She wanted to make her own way in the world and not get special treatment because she was my sister. She was also embarrassed by being kept a secret and worried that the news would hurt my company in some way."

I sat still and tried to process the information. I didn't know what to believe but the dislike towards her stayed.  I didn't trust her.

"She has done very well for herself and excelled at her job. When this came up, she would have been my choice for the job regardless, so when she asked to work as your assistant I agreed. She wanted to get to know you on her own terms and forge some kind of friendship. She was also worried that me telling you she was my sister might make you hate her, since our status wasn't good and in case we couldn't make it work, she didn't want to be collateral damage." He gave her hand a squeeze and looked back towards me. "When you came in I was trying to console her. She told me about your fight and that you left to wait for the car, in the parking lot and not in here, because of her. She feels responsible for your attack."

"I'm sorry for not letting you know." She spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, "maybe keeping this from you wasn't the best way to go"

"I just can't deal with this right now" I didn't know what to say or how to feel. Part of me understood but another part remained angry and jealous. Maybe it didn't make any sense but I couldn't change the way I was feeling at the moment, "I need to process everything.  I wish you would have told me Marcus, it would have made things easier than thinking she was someone you were sleeping with. I just feel like there's always something that stands in the way of making us work"

I got up and began walking towards the door.

"I'm going home right now. Please don't try and stop me, follow me, or show up at my house. I just need to be alone"

I took one last look at him and left.