The Sweet Taste Of Rejection

Chapter Three

The Sweet Taste Of Rejection
Nhica Moico
(Edited)

You must not know 'bout me 
You must not know 'bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow 
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So go ahead and get gone 
And call up that chick and see if she's home 
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know 

What did you think I was putting you out for?
Because you was untrue 
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you,
Baby drop them keys
Hurry up before your taxi leaves

Irreplaceable, Beyonce

Chapter Three

                They say in the art of revenge, when you've mastered everything about your enemy, you unlock the darkest aspects of yourself. You unlock the fiery hells ingrained in your brain; the animal ensnared in its trap. In most cases, its simply fate; unlocking this creature. But that’s the one thing I fear. Every day I plot my vengeance, and dark, obscure ways to make Jace pay I distance myself from those I love. Addie, Jessie, Shay, Ash, Vincent...I'm not ready to sacrifice them yet. But it seemed that I have no choice.

            I sit in my office, twirling my readied pen in hand absently. I stare at the spread sheet strewn before me, dully wondering what on earth possessed Jace to drive his string of hotel companies to failure. Though it was pretty obvious that they were to fall eventually through my absent skims of his companies' stats, it's still pretty infuriating. His carelessness got him a seat on my board of trustees. Go figure. As I analyzed the organization and disciplinary actions of his staff, I sighed in discomfort at the poor quality of hospitality. If you have a tyrannical viewpoint on your job, how do you expect your employees to comply with your terms?

            Just like his company, Jace Johnson was a complete and utter failure. He'd started as a young, suave, businessman and look where that had gotten him. He was an arrogant, foolish, insolent man who was greedy and hungry for revenge just as I was. Whatever compassion Jace had left went out the building the day I left him. I just know it. Yet the most desperate part of me wishes for it back. And that part of me loathes that revelation. I want to stomp on it. I want to burn it with every memory that's brought me this far. Just like Jace did to me. And what confuses me is that Amy Smith years ago wasn't this bloodthirsty. The old Amy is gone. And I don't know if that should scare me or soothe me.

            Jace's revenge humored me. He'd been angry when he found the letter I wrote for him two years ago and decided this petty vendetta--playing with my emotions--was the way to get back at me. Always spew the reminder of the cold, chilly relationship that suited Jace since he was the King of Ice; a womanizer that cracked open every girl's heart as he passed by, and stowing his trophies away. They say if you can't beat them, join them. And if Jace is Ice King, then his throne is mine.

            Snapping out of my thoughts, I gazed at enlarged framed photograph of my children glued on the wall; myself included. Addie and Jessie held my heart tightly in their little hands, and had me around their tiny fingers. I smiled lopsidedly. They were the reason I was fighting this battle. This is why I'm the better and stronger person I was now. Glancing at my watch, I had no doubt Jace would come today, and that he would fight me off the Board of Trustees. I turned around to watch as a shaft of sunlight streamed through my glass window; highlight blue wall. My foot touched the cold surface of the floor. The air was a little unventilated, and I assumed my air condition had seemed to stop again.