Forbidden Trust

Chapter 6

Ava

The world hates me. God hates me. I know I was unlucky. But this. THIS. That's a curse for sure. I'm just wondering what did I do wrong to deserve this. I have been a good girl. Okey, let's skip that one. The only times I wasn't a good girl, which was most of the time, it was with people who deserved it. And the guy who is now my boss, is definitely one them. He should be the one suffering, why me? Damn it. If I didn't have to keep my job, I would have been the one quitting. But I can't. Which means, I have to endure that pain in the ass.

I was literally shocked when Josh introduced him as our director. The glass slipped off my fingers before I can catch it. I felt the embarrassment slowly swallowing me. The asshole found it amusing. It was clear he's taking revenge. He's the one who called me gold digger first. I only described him. He's so used to people kissing his ass that it must be hard to hear the harsh truth. If he thought that I will respect him just because he's my boss now, then he must be hallucinating. He got to earn that respect, in his case, that means I will always be disrespectful to him.

It's not an idea of I don't want to. Well, I don't want to. But I can't. I always struggled to be nice with people I dislike. My mom used to reprimand me. Sometimes she begs me not to show my dislike before the guests arrive. My best answer is to stay quiet. Because if I open my mouth, a war would break free. They are the first to send the bullet, and then cry when I send a bomb. I mean, if you can't handle been roasted, then don't insult in first place.

I reach the cafeteria and ask for a black coffee with no sugar.

"I thought you don't like coffee." Lily, the girl who works in the cafeteria says to me.

"I don't. But it's not for me."

"I don't know who can enjoy black coffee. No offense, but he or she has a bad taste."

"Bad character too." I mutter under my breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. Have a good night." I smile at her and turn around to leave.

"You too." I hear her behind my back.

There is nothing good about this night for sure.

I take the elevator, and go back to the party. Evelyn had to leave early, she offered staying, but I told her that I'll be fine. As long as I don't end up in the prison, and my boss in the emergency room, everything will be fine.

People start leaving, it's less full than before. I found Mr. asshole on his table, I walk toward him, and hit the table with the cup of coffee. If it wasn't for the cover, the coffee would have been spilled on the floor. His eyes snap to mine and a smile curves his lips. I hate that smile from the bottom of my heart.

"Took you too long. For a moment I thought you did go collect coffee beans by yourself."

"No. I was searching for poison, but unfortunately found none. Maybe I will have better luck next time."

"I thought doctor's dream is to save people, not kill them."

"It depends on the person I'm dealing with. Maybe I want a certificate to be able to get rid of assholes like you and call it an accident." I give him my sweetest smile.

"You think I'm an asshole?" He is not even a little bit offended. Must already be aware of his ugly reality.

"Eighty percent of the time yes."

"The other twenty percent?"

"You would be sleeping of course." I say and he laughs. A real laugh. It's-. It's fucking nothing.

"Do you have any other orders boss, or can I leave?"

"Yes, you can. And take your coffee with you." Wait. What? He made me ascend and descend twenty-seven floors and wait thirty minutes in the cafeteria so at the end he won't even drink it.

"Seriously?"

"You really don't think I would trust you and drink it. Maybe there is no poison, but I'm sure you spitted in it."

"Honestly, this idea didn't cross my mind. Not all of us have sneaky mind like yours. But for clarification, I told you I don't do things behind people's back. So be sure if I spit on something, it wouldn't be your coffee, but your face." I leave without sparing him a glance.

I lost the little bit of toleration I had left. I'm not his assistant. Even an assistant won't go through this. This is pure madness. Even for me. Who does he think himself is? I want to murder him. Really murder him. He irritates me. And trust me, even though I always play the irritation game, I'm usually not the one who loses. I always backfire the last shot. I leave with a smile each time, leaving death glares behind my back. But with him? I don't know how he succeeds to bring the worst of me.

I reach the parking lot where I parked my car. I find a blue Lamborghini next to mine. I don't have to think who it belongs to. It's clear it's his. As I'm about to open my car's door, an idea crosses my mind. The smile on my face screams 'run for your life'. That's how Evy describes it.

I take my nail file from the car. Don't ask me why I keep one in the first place. I check its sharpness. Perfect. I use it to make a hole on the tire. The voice of it deflating sends a deep satisfaction. I was about to leave a note with the number of the roadside assistant, but I remember he threatened me last time that he would call them to remove my car. He must have it in that case. Sounds I won't be of use now. I better go home and have the sweetest sleep of my life. Maybe it is a good night after all.