𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

(Same day different person)

The door to the office swings open, revealing a tall, lanky young man with messy hair and a nervous expression. "Uh, hey boss. He says, shifting from foot to foot. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I did." A younger woman spoke, you could hear the Arabic accent in her voice clear as day. The assistant's eyes widen slightly at the sound of her voice. It made him shiver down his spine. He clears his throat and steps further into the room, closing the door behind him. "Y-yes, madame. You wanted to see me about something?"

"Well, where's the papers?" She said in annoyance. She was turned around, you could only see the large black chair, and her long black nails poking out from the chair.

The assistant gulps. "I-I'm sorry, Madame Leclair. He stutters. "I must have forgotten to bring it up with me. I'll go grab it right now." He turns to leave, but she calls out to him.

"So, you are telling me you didn't get the paper like I asked for?" Her long black nails made a loud scraping noise as she turned around in her chair not facing him. The assistant freezes, knowing that tone. He turns back to face her, wringing his hands nervously. "N-no, Madame. He says, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I promise I'll have it for you first thing in the morning.

"But I want it now!" She said, banging her hands on the desk making everything nearly fall off her desk. The assistant lets out a startled yelp as he jumps back, almost tripping over his own feet. He stares at her in wide-eyed terror, his heart pounding in his chest. "I-I'll go get it right now, Madame!" He promises, his voice shaking.

She stared at him for a second; she wanted to choke him at that moment, but she didn't. "You know what?.. No.. that won't be needed.. She said, straightening up and smirking. Before turning to these men who were dressed in all black with Headsets that you can speak into and sunglass for the finishing touch. "Boys." She turned to her bodyguards. "Will you take this kind sir, out of my office? He won't be needed anymore." She said smiling.

The assistant's eyes go wide with fear as he realizes what's happening. He tries to back away, but the two large men step forward, looming over him. He opens his mouth to protest, but no sound comes out. "You're fired." She said with a straight face, fixing her little suit.

The assistant's world comes crashing down as the reality of his situation sinks in. He's been fired and by Madame Leclair herself. He looks at her with a mixture of shock, anger, and despair. "B-but what about my job?" He stammers. "I have bills to pay!"

"You should've thought about that before leaving my papers I asked for like three days now," She turned back to the boys. "Hurry I want him out of my sight." The boys take him away as another assistant rushes in.

"Yes, Eliana, what do you want?" She said resting her hand on her forehead. Eliana gulps, trying to hide her nervousness. "I-I'm sorry to bother you, Madame. She says softly. "But I found some on the media that might make you upset..."

She signs. "Show me.." Eliana nods and quickly sets up the laptop on her boss's desk, pulling up the webpage she had bookmarked. She turns the screen so Madame Leclair can see it. "It's about your ex... Kenzo.. He was caught with one of the models in everyone's magazines."

"Kamila Murphy.." She said with a disgust. Eliana nods, bracing herself for Madame Leclair's reaction. She knows her boss doesn't take kindly to news like this. True enough, Madame Leclair's face turns red with anger, her hands curling into fists. "That snake! She hisses."

"Kenzo decided he was going to move just like that; well, too damn bad!" She grabs a glass from her desk and throws it. Eliana jumps back as the glass shatters against the wall, narrowly missing her. She watches with fearful eyes as Madame Leclair storms around the room, cursing in Arabic and vowing revenge. "He will pay for this!" She screams, slamming her fist on the desk.