Howell Industries //phan

Interstellar Publishing

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Phil's POV

Jumping off my bed I walk over to Dan and begin to push him out of my room but he is stronger than me so he pushing back. His nose is flaring and his eyes are in a murderous glare at James. "Mr. Howell, you aren't welcome here! LEAVE!" I shout as I try and push him more. "LIKE HELL I'M LEAVING! WE NEED TO TALK!" he screams back and I see James get off my bed. "Look, clearly you two need to talk before we have a little talk Phil. So I'm going to go wait with Jake and Kevin." James says inching his way past Dan and out my door. Great now I'm alone with Mr. Crazy.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Howell?" I sigh out giving up on pushing Dan out of my room. "Cut the formal BS! I'm here because all this sudden you want to go back to publishing? Why so you can suck James Dick?" He roars at me. My mouth drops open, how dare he barge into my house and accuse me of something when he is the one who wants his cake and eat it too. I walk over to him and slap his face hard. He stares at me in shock. "You are the worst person I have ever met! How dare you come into my house, uninvited, and make stupid accusations when you are the one in the wrong here! You say that I'm yours, HOW MANY OTHER PEOPLE DO YOU SAY THAT TO, HUH?" I scream at him and he looks at me baffled. "Don't try and play dumb either, because I saw and heard you with that women when you were at your meeting!" I add on a little quieter. He starts to chuckle and it takes everything in me not to sock him in the face. "I never said that I was yours Phil! This was just a huge misunderstanding. Come here?" he sighs out reaching for me. I step back staring at him. Does he honestly think that I want anything to do with him right now.

A tear falls down my face and back up further from him. Dan cocks his head to look at me. "Get out." I whisper. He doesn't move an inch. "Get OUT!" I yell louder and he finally hears and shakes his head no. "I'm not leaving until we worked this out, I don't want to lose you. I can't." he pleads with begging eyes. "Too fucking bad. I am looking for a relationship, where the other person is mine and only mine. Not whatever you want. You don't share, what makes you think that I want to share to." I exclaimed baffled that he would even think I would want something otherwise. "I don't do serious relationships, Phil. However, if you stay with me I will treat you right, pay for things for you, and make sure you are comfortable." he try and negotiate with me and now it's my turn to chuckle. "I'm not an item that you can buy and use when you please, I'm a fucking person. This little deal you have with other people might work on them but not me. I need commitment, equality, understanding. Not a fuck buddy" I chuckle unbelievably. "How did you even see me tonight? Where you fucking stalking me? Are you seriously that pathic!" he yells with a smirk. A tear rolls down my face. " Honestly, you think that I want to be tied down to one fucking person, and that person be you?" he adds on. My heart stops and I look down broken hearted and defeated. "For the last fucking time Mr. Howell, leave my house." I say with a strong and firm voice surprising not only me but also Dan. He just stares at me, looking me up and down trying to assess my body but finally he walks to my bedroom door. Before he grabs the handle I calmly say "Oh yea, see this as my formal resignation from Howell Industries."

"What?!?!" he barks quickly turning around to face me. "You are leaving the whole company? Even publishing?" he asks and I search his eyes to see if I can detect anything. "Yes, I think it's for the best. This." i say gesturing between the both of us. "Has messed everything up for me. I'm no longer comfortable working for you." He just stares at me his face goes from sad, to upset, to just plain angry causing my to step back. "Very well then." He huffs and turn back to my door. Grabbing the handle he stops and I see his body tense then relax. "You have two more weeks with us because by contract this would be consider your two week notice. Goodbye Mr. Lester." He adds before twisting the handle and descending down the stairs. Two more weeks, I don't think I can handle that. I follow him to make sure he leaves fully, I see him stop and glare towards his right and I figure that's because Jamison is sitting over there. He turns to look up the stairs at me for one finally time and our eyes meet. They look full of pain and sorrow but his face is just hard and stern. He then proceeds to walk to my front door and leave.