Mr. Mercurial (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

I walk around like a caged animal in my cabin. At the moment I'm in the office trying to think about how to sort this out but I just can't! It's 4:30 in the morning. I hear my phone ring and pick it up "Rodriguez speaking here" I answer monotonously "YOUNG LADY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE TIME IS? WHERE ARE YOU?!" Oh God! not this again..... "Mum... I'm sorry.. I forgot to call you.. I was really preoccupied.." I reply tiredly "What do you mean you FORGOT?!" she hisses over the phone "Mum... not now.. I want to talk to Dad" "Do you-" "Mum please... I have to talk to Dad" I interrupt "You had us all worried darl-" "I know and I'm sorry but please mum can we talk about this later? I really have to talk to Dad.." I interrupt desperately. She sighs and answers "Fine" Okay... Shriya... think of how to tell this to Dad with lowering the blow "Sweetheart where are you-" "Dad I need to tell you something" I interrupt "You know you can tell me anything darling" I take a deep breath and desperately pray that I sound at least somewhere near calm "Dad... one of our warehouses had caught fire" I tell him anxiously "When did this happen?" he answers calmly. Wait... WHAT?! calmly..."Dad aren't you angry? I'm so sorry that I failed you-" "Don't you ever say that young lady!" my Dad admonishes me "You've made me so proud. This has got nothing to do with your capabilities. Do you understand? If you keep blaming yourself about every bad thing that happens, you'll never be able to sort this problem out. Do you get me?" "Yes Dad" I breath out letting his words wash over me "Thanks Dad. I love you" "I love you too. When are you planning to come home?" "I just have a few more things to do but I'll try to wind that up as fast as possible" "Okay sweety. Try to come home early" "yes Dad. Bye" I reply "Bye Darling" I hang up. "Ma'am" I turn around to find Andrea "Yes Andrea?" "I have the lists that you wanted" "okay. Anything else?" "No ma'am" "okay" she turns around and leaves. My head is really not working. I think I need to sleep. I decide to leave. I get in the elevator and press basement where my car is parked. It's a black Audi R8 model. I love it! I get into the car and head home. When I reach home I'm utterly exhausted. I just want to sleep. 'You still have the interrogation left' my subconscious retorts. Oh God! I don't have the energy to walk let alone talk! I get inside. "Where were you young lady?" my mom enquires with an undertone of something dangerous "Mom... one of our ware-" " I know that!" she interrupts "Is this the time for a girl to come home?" she asks with fury "Mom, I couldn't help it.." I reply, my voice sounding exhausted "that's all you've got? the only excuse you could think of? You couldn't have waited until the Ball got over" That's it! She crossed my limit! "MUM! ONE OF OUR WAREHOUSES IS BURNT! DO YOU GET ME?! AND ALL YOU CAN THINK IS OF THAT STUPID FREAKING BALL! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE WORKED FOR THIS? HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME?! NO! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS THAT BALL! NOT ABOUT HOW EXHAUSTED I AM!" I yell at her unable to keep my emotions at bay. She looks shocked. So am I with what has happened. Good to know we are at the same level! "I'm tired. I have to get up early and sort this out so I'm going to my room" I whisper no more able to talk due to exhaustion "Good night" and with that I go to my room........ Hope you liked it! you know when you don't comment I really don't get to know on whether I should continue or delete the story... suggestions are welcomed! So please do comment! and vote if you feel that this story deserves it! Thnx, Shy!