HURT. PAIN. ANGER. DISGUST.

DISGUST.

DISGUST

Being part of a relationship is ok. Not being part of it is better. After that incident I booked the first flight to Paris to continue my work there. I needed some time to think. To relax and such. I was acting like a dog back then. And I'll change that when I'll get back.

Three years passed. Those years of being a good girl were over. I'm now a model slash fashion critic and I own hospitals, resorts, and fashion houses. My connections widened and I'm the next known person after the president. Single? Yes. Ready to mingle? Not yet. Not until I get what I want.

My secretary told me that I have fifteen meetings for this day. Tch. Nothing important except for one. There's this guy who kept on bugging me since last month. He wanted me to invest in his company for it was facing bankruptcy. What am I, his savior? Maybe he could just sell that company and not make it my other business. Secretary told me that I have a lunch date with him. To end this, I'll just have to say it to him face to face.

I was running late. Thirty minutes late. Well, no biggie. Not my problem anyway. At least I came... Right? There I saw a familiar figure sitting alone, checking on his watch for every damn second. I guess this is him.

I was right about the familiar part. Unluckily, this here's him. We shook hands as a greeting, not minding his still shocked face, I sat down. I still have five meetings to attend and he's wasting my time.

"Are you just gonna stand there and wait for miracles to happen? Honey, I'm a busy person and I still have five meetings on my schedule." After I said that he went back to his senses, sat down and discussed about his business deal. Which I didn't listen to, it was boring. Office work. Lots and lots of office work was involved in his business. Spell boring. Ew. I cut him off, "I'm sorry but I'm afraid that I'll turn down your offer. Your business is not interesting at all. I mean, who the hell would work in an office? I know I won't. For the fact that I hate words. It was really not nice to see you on this pleasant day so good bye and don't you dare let me see your face ever again." I grabbed my bag and walked out of the place. I still heard him shouting my name, asking me why I changed, that I wasn't like this before. Dear, what he said made me smile. Honey, I didn't change for nothing. I changed for the better. Better for me and for everyone else.

What I feel towards him is just disgust. No hurt, pain, or anger. Just plain disgust.