His Bitter Revenge

Chapter 2: Fired

This chapter is dedicated to nayelixox for the very first vote and comment on my story. :D

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 Chapter 2: Fired.

Alexa slammed a bundle of papers on the coffee table over which my legs were sprawled out. She crossed her arms with her jade green eyes throwing daggers at me.

“What?” I asked defensively.

She just gave a pointed look at the bundle of papers. Hesitantly I picked the bundle and pulled out a paper, I gasped in surprise when I saw the picture of me holding an empty glass glaring and the shocked and very wet face of Adrian Richardson standing in front of me. At the front page with big captions was written –“Billionaire Hot-shot slugged in the face by a Waitress.”    

Then there was a whole article dedicated to us which described word by word everything that had transpired between us. There were several other pictures too, of us screaming at each other. The article explained how the party that was supposed be the event of the year had rapidly gone downhill after the shortage of drinks. There were some other gibberish too like – who was I, who had the nerve to insult a Richardson no less. The most ridiculous one was the assumption that I was one of his scorned past lovers. And whether Adrian Richardson would let the matter pass or take some action.  

I looked up wide-eyed from the paper to my dear friend Alexa and blinked stupidly –“What am I going to do now? What if- What if he press charges? Can you even press charges for throwing a drink at some person’s face?”

Alexa harshly replied -“Who told you to react so violently anyways? I have told you many times before haven’t I? You need to control your tantrums; they are not going to take you anywhere! But do you ever listen to me? No! Never! Did you know how many favors I had to pull off with Betty to get you that job? She absolutely hates your guts! And you went and ruined it all! RUINED IT! Now she won’t even pay you for your services!”

Uh-oh, she was in one of her ranting moods right now, not good, not good at all. Her face had started turning red due to lack of oxygen and she was sputtering like crazy, chastising me.

“Alexa please sit down-”

I held her shoulders trying to calm her down but she jerked back –“Don’t you dare Alexa me right now Serena Rosemary Williams! Don’t you dare! This is just too much!”

Shit, she called my full name; she must be really pissed off with me. Sometimes she was even worse than my mother. I decided to just sit back and relax until she was finished with her rant. I snuggled back into the couch pulling my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them; and gave her my best -‘I am sorry; I didn’t do it intentionally puppy dog eyes’-look.

“Don’t!” She spat. ”Don’t give me that look. It’s not going to get you anywhere today. You threw a drink! At Adrian Richardson no less! A Richardson! Have you officially lost it?! What are you going to do now?!”  

She looked at me incredulously for a few seconds like she expected me to say something. But when I was only able to mumble an unintelligible “Huh?”

She cried out in outrage –“You are hopeless! Absolutely hopeless!” -And crashed onto the couch heavily beside me, her fiery red hair falling in a haphazard manner over her shoulders.

For several minutes Alexa’s small apartment was filled with silence the only exception was her labored breathing. We didn’t say anything to each other, both of us enveloped in our own thoughts. My mind went back to the events of last night again as it had been doing for the past few hours.