Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 4

Selena POV

After the wonderful speech Michael just presented, we both took ourselves to the study upstairs, away from the chaos from our guests. Apart from the several wondering eyes upstairs who were admiring the few relics from history thanks to Michael's antiques and old fashioned taste, I was thankful it was secluded from everything related to socialism and conversation. 

I dreaded going back down. The congratulations, the level of excitement for the new chapters surrounding all of us and the hard to pick out smiles that were either completely genuine or lingering with falseness, craving a taste of that position themselves. This really didn't sit right with me and I couldn't justify myself complaining - this was beyond complaining about. I just couldn't believe that this was really happening.

He looked very accomplished with himself, the smug look on his face as he tidied up his suit quickly, while I simply couldn't string a single sentence to soak up the silence. It was a lot to process. I was going to be the owner of a multi-million company. That is a big commitment for anyone's standards, especially when just finding out and my lack of business experience. Well, in comparison to everyone else here. I indeed had much more to learn.

"How did I do?" He extends his arms out as he gleams a toothy grin in my direction. Not a single nerve was disrupted in his body. 

"Y-You should of spoke to me before announcing that you were giving me the company. It's not just something you can give away so carelessly, it's a legacy for the Bieber's, your family." I say as I sit down softly on the wooden desk, taking in the faint breeze from the opened window. Thank god the night was a cool one. 

Honestly, I wanted to argue, but I don't know whether it would even sway him at all to withdraw his decision. 

"You are my family now, Selena."

"You know what I mean. I-It's not the same as passing it down to your actual flesh and blood." The second my voice hitched, his face full of triumph began to fade. 

He walks over to me and cups my face gently with his slightly too cold touch, but it still makes me instantly flush a faint shade of red. His touch was chilling across my cheeks as his hazel eyes looked deadly in mine. My hands gently placed on top of his, interlocking our fingers slightly. Every movement was so gentle, so delicate almost like I was a porcelain doll.

"I wanted it to be a surprise, an engagement present from myself. You don't seem very happy about it though."

I shake my head his small repetitive movements, as much as his hands would allow as they still firmly placed on my cheeks.

"Honestly, I am over the moon that you think I should be trusted with such a responsibility but I just wish you spoke to me beforehand. I'm thrilled you have so much faith, but isn't it a little too sudden? We not long got engaged and I don't want people thinking I slept my way to the top." I confess, shaken up. I know how hard I worked, but no one else does. People prefer gossip, the talk that they can manipulate themselves as a means of social entertainment. Nobody cares fro the truth because the truth is always dull and who cares for that?

I don't know what land Michael was in, but I could already hear distant mummers as he spoke on the companies new owner, almost judgemental words camouflaging with all the enthusiastic cheers and thunderous applause. 

"You know you didn't sleep your way to the top Selena." His words didn't give a small comfort, but my own insecurities were haunting me right now.

The endless parade of digs and insults which are probably being thrown around as we speak made my stomach churn slightly.

"That isn't the point. Gossip spreads like wildfire Michael and it's not exactly a far stretch."