Begin Again

Chapter Nineteen

"Is there a right way for being strong? Feels like I'm doing things all wrong. Still I'm here, just holding on. Confess my heart and forgive my wrongs."

Salomé's P.O.V.

The next morning, I stepped into our office, to see Trevon already at his desk, on the phone to someone who was evidently stressing him out. Not wanting to disrupt him, I approached my own desk using my tip toes. I began processing the emails I had received overnight, however I couldn't help but sneak glances at my, now mad boss.

"How could you do this to me-?"

"Excuse me? I'm sorry that my life no longer revolves around you!"

My eyes widened after hearing his last comment. Definitely not a call concerning business. Whipping my head, I continued my work and the endless emails that continued to keep coming.

"For fucks' sake!"

I remained silent, unsure if I was intruding in his personal life if I was to comment. I knew the phone call was with Anya, and as much as I wanted to console him, whilst at work, it didn't feel like it was my place to.

"Have you ever felt like you're trapped in a situation?"

Looking over at him, I noticed him loosening the grip of his tie and lean back in his seat. Spinning my seat to face him, I replied.

"I have, and it was hope that allowed me to keep my sanity whilst imprisoned."

I stopped there, abruptly, after realising I may have revealed the realities of my relationship with Richard. I continued, in order to stir the conversation away from me.

"Why do you ask, though? Has it got something to do with the person on the phone?"

I held my breath, as he gazed at me, as if he was trying to analyse my earlier confession, but silently exhaled when he ran a hand over his face and rested his head in his palms.

"That was Anya," He sighed, keeping his gaze up to the ceiling. "She's trying to extort money from me because she believes she played a big role in the starting of the business, and I haven't given her what she 'rightfully owns'."

I sighed, wishing there was something I could say that would make his situation easier, but frankly there wasn't anything that could reduce his stress.

"How long has she been bothering you?"

"Well, we haven't been together for about five years, but she only came back into contact with me two years ago, and I don't know which genius gave her the idea to take my money."

"Are you going to do anything about it?"

"That's what I was planning to do the day we had our altercation-"

"You mean the day I split hot coffee on your prestine suit, and you caused me to blackout?" I taunted, raising one eyebrow in the process.

"Yes, and I cannot apologise anymore," He chuckled, revealing the little smile lines arched around the corner of his lips. "But you should know that that just so happened to be my favourite suit."

I, quickly, brought my hand in front of my mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Oh really, sir?" I inquired, laughter laced in my voice, whilst waving my pen in his direction. "Why do I find that so hard to believe, I wonder?"

"Because you're a hater, Miss Kelly." He accused, leaning forward with a huge grin on his face.

"Me? Never that!" I joked, shaking my head vigorously to prove my point, but laughing aloud nonetheless.