Chaptet 4: Plan

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by _heyitslia_

by _heyitslia_

{??? POV}

In just a few more days, my plan will be in full speed. I could hardly contain myself when the news reporters said the launch will be in 3 days max.

I already bought the clothing and fake ID. I'm not joking around when I say I'm going to get what I want!!

"Ma'am, your final deliveries have arrived," my most trustworthy assistants said.

"Perfect," I hummed, turning my chair around to face him. He has short black hair, brown eyes, very tanned skin, and muscles. Oh the muscles. But I'm not into a guy like that. Oh no.

"Bring them in," I said as I watched my other assistants haul in two big boxes. I got up from my chair and circled around the boxes, touching them ever so slightly.

"Excellent!" I replied, clapping my hands together.

"Since you gentlemen have done a splendid job, I'll give you a reward!" I said, taking out $1000 dollars for each.

"Your kindness is appreciated ma'am," one said, kissing my hand. The other followed his actions.

"Yes, very well! You both are dismissed!!" I said, shooing the out of my room. I closed the door and turned around to my assistant.

"Michael, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked out of the blue. Michael's eyes widened as he blushed deeply.

"Oh so you do??" I purred, walking to him, trying to make my hips sway.

"Uhh... no ma'am... I uh.. I have a um... a husband and three kids," he softly replied. I couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth.

"Husband?!" I screeched as he flinched of my sudden out roar. He then shook his head yes quickly.

"I can't BELIEVE you are a faggot..." I said under my breath as I rubbed my temples. Not even looking at him, I knew he cringed at that word.

"Do you know how WRONG that is?" I said, trying to control my anger.

"This happened to me before. I don't want it to and I choose for it NOT to happen... is that understood?" I said, almost yelling. He didn't react.

"Fine! If that's how you're going to be, i guess I will fire you," I said, waving my hand in the hair, turning away. Again. No reaction.

"Looks like you don't care Michael," I said giving him a smug look. I walked to my chair and sat down. I then reached in my drawer and pulled out his last paycheck.

"Here, your last paycheck... oh! Your fired. And if you can't find another job, DON'T come crawling back," I said. He came to my desk and grabbed the money and walked out the room, slamming the door.

I love destroying people's dreams and lives...

That's what I'm exactly going to do to you Lance McClain.

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Wow! Another chapter!! Yea it's short but hopefully you guys like it!☺️

Also, using faggot in my writing is HARD!! 😭

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