Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 36

Selena's POV

I craved the comfort of my own bed, wrapped in too many blankets, watching Queer Eye while drinking a few glasses of wine. That was the dream.

Instead, I was walking towards my ex-fiance's office with Justin, who seemingly was getting angrier with each step he took. His confidence became his worst enemy now. His face was reddening all over and it was like getting closer to Michael was causing Justin's inner emotions to conquer his cool and collective look he was trying so desperately to show.

With all honesty, I didn't know what to expect from this meeting. The meeting was probably going to be too formal but I didn't know what would that would specifically contain. As of this moment, there were two viable outcomes. The easy way or the high way. But to get to that conclusion, god knows what will be exchanged - especially with son and father. I had a feeling it wouldn't be at all pleasant to the ears with the Bieber temper running thickly in both men.

"I have a meeting with Michael." He announces to the receptionist as we both stop to a halt to the blonde-haired girl who was no older than 20 years old. She looks up with her ocean eyes and scarlet, glossed up lips and I could faintly see the lip bite she did as she gazed on my boyfriend. The instant lust for him was obvious. She let her blonde extensions play between her fingertips as her face lit up from the sexy stranger in front of her.

"Mr Bieber has cancelled all of his meetings today because he is too occupied. I can reschedule you if you'd like." She says too seductively for my liking. SHe didn't even try to hide it which just made everything about her red. She didn't glimpse at me once Justin was in her sights. She leaned forward, trying to reveal what was under her white shirt, the top buttons undone perfectly above her boobs.

Justin, however, didn't seem the slightest interested as he gripped my hands into his. I smiled a little at this as her entire act was hanging onto nothing.

"Well, tell him that he is no longer busy." He harshly says.

"I cannot do that." She replies quickly, her sexy demeanour was slowly reverting back to normalcy, professionalism.

"Why not?"

"I must follow his orders. I would suggest making an appointment with me if you need to see him." Here we go again. I was definitely ready to attack this bitch.

er beautiful, youthful look was definitely intimidating.

"I'm his fucking son so if you don't get him here right now..." As Justin made his presence heard to the receptionist even more and making her tremble in her seat, I let go of his hand and decide to look around a little I looked around aimlessly, familiarizing myself with the floor. It was little different, fewer plants, more serious.

The grey walls somehow seemed moodier - it was like the floor was a zone for nothing but hard concentration and work. I wouldn't expect any different from a high profile business but it seemed more monotone than before. It was definitely missing something. At least before you could have a laugh or even a harmless smile without worrying the boss will eat you up and fire you after.

I let my fingertips trace the fake leaves of the only plant near me. As I walk down a little more, Justin no longer in my sights and his loud voice was no longer heard by my ears, it was replaced by a sweet voice in what appeared to be bossing or ordering someone around. I looked down the hall all of a sudden to see a face who I was very known to when I was here. 

Chardonnay Gillies. 

My old personal assistant.

After lecturing the guy who appeared to be looking scared shitless by her, she walks towards a desk only a few meters away which had a coffee machine and a basket of fruit for a pop of colour. I could hear the machine whirring into gear as she adjusted her outfit little to flatten out the material.