She was a contradiction, a quiet soul and one hell of a wild thinker. On the outside she was calm and often still. But on the inside, she was screaming. Waiting for the next rush to come her way and bring her back to life.
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3RD PERSONS POV
There were three types of people she hated more than anything; liars, manipulators, and dementors. It only took being one to get you on her shit list and her sperm donor happened to be all three.
"Where is she?" He states a stoic expression plastered on his face. The man was tall, built, and dressed in an expensive blue suit that when asked he would say that he had just thrown it on that morning when in reality the decision on his attire was made like all his others, with precise calculation.
His face was cleanly shaved and not a single hair on top of his head was out of place. When he walked into the 26th floor of his building, his six-foot form towered over every employee. He never hired anyone over 6'3 for he didn't want to have to look up to anyone.
"On her way sir," Marta informs. She was a stereotypical white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. The only reason Marta worked as a secretary was that she was nice to look at. And it didn't hurt that she was totally smitten with him. Her infatuation translated directly to obedience. Marta would do anything to please him and that made the twisted man happy.
Said man looks down at his watch counting the seconds it took for his daughter to make her appearance. She was never on time, and it pissed him off. He was sure that was why she did it in the first place.
The man kept an inordinately structured life. He woke up at six thirty-five every morning. At six fifty he was out running along the same path he took the day before. He always came back exactly an hour later and immediately took a shower. The man worked from nine o'clock in the morning until he felt like his work was done. His meetings were scheduled, phone calls were in the books, and everything else was documented on his "assistant's" phone. He hated inconsistency and that was one of his child's many characteristics.
"If she's not here in the next few minutes then-"
"Then what?" The woman in question asks, walking into the open conference room to take a seat in a swivel chair.
There was so much malice in her tone when speaking to the man in front of her. The man she hated more than people love hatred. Raymond Castillo. Owner and CEO of Castillo Republic. A business that's known for managing a chain of hospitals and other small businesses on the east coast.
He simply snarls in response. "Your late."
"How very observant of you." The woman rolls her eyes at the older man in front of her.
"Don't make a habit out of it." The smoothness of his voice which lacked any emotion was one of the things that agitated Mimi the most. He always knew how to get under his child's skin and elicit a reaction out of her. But when the tables are turned, his reactions are unfaltering. Never once has she been able to get a rise out of him, at least not that she remembered, and her blood forever boiled because of it.
"If you want me to be on time, maybe you should stop sending me places you know are out of the way."
The man's signature smirk graced his face. The wicked grin caused the temperature in the room to drop a few degrees. "Maybe you should stop acting like what's between your legs." His words were always hurtful but only because they were undoubtedly true. "You have a car, you should use it."
She hadn't been behind the wheel of a car since the accident. It wasn't like she didn't try. Every time she got in the car memories of that night would flood her and it was painful. "I didn't come here to be insulted by you. Tell me what you want so I may leave."
"What did Fisk want?"
She sighs before answering. "He wanted to make it clear that the Russians are no longer with us. Which is not surprising due to the act of separating cabeza del cuerpo with his car door."
The man chuckles at what she tells him. "One of the brothers I suppose. Not how I would've gotten rid of them but whatever gets the job done." He states genuinely looking pleased with what she told him which didn't really surprise her.
She scoffs at his harsh statement. "You've been trying to get rid of the Ranskahov brothers and their crew for months now. Did you have something to do with this?"
"Well of course Fisk knew my interest in getting rid of them but I would suspect the act was out of pure rage. Besides, you know I like to kill with a little more intelligence. Chopping heads just isn't my style."
She shakes her head in disbelief. "Your diabolically insane."
"Oh, you enjoy it."
She scoffs yet again at his words already denying them in her head. "I'd never enjoy the sick shit you do."
"You sure?" He asks slowly leaning back in his chair and looking his daughter in the eyes. "I think you like killing, getting your hands dirty. I think you get high on the tingling sensation that fills you up whenever you use your gifts." The girl simply shakes her head in response to the man's accusations.
"Deep down you're just like me." At his words, the girl's face heats up and her right knee starts to shake.
"I'm nothing like you." She argues trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew he was simply egging her on, testing her patience, trying to get her to lose control.
"How would you know?" He taunts adding to the growing fire. "You can fight it all you want, but you'll always be daddy's little girl princesa."
It worked. Mimi tried her best to keep it together but when she heard the nickname roll off his tongue in his smooth accented voice something within her just snapped and she didn't even know why. Her hands slammed down on his desk as she stood up. Everything on his desk jumped in fear of the girl's rage. "Don't call me that! I swear if you say one more goddamn thing-"
"You'll what?" He mocks remembering how she had entered his office. "Don't forget why your doing this in the first place."
She pushes out of her chair preparing to leave his presence. "The same reason I'm doing this is the only reason you're still alive. Don't forget that." She declares staring him straight in his eyes before turning on her heels to walk out of his office.
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Whew, It's been a while y'all. Hopefully, I'll update more frequently but life is kicking my butt rn. Anyhooo, this story has 3k reads!!! I was not expecting that at all! Thanks for the love y'all!
