Don't Talk To Me

Prologue

The brown haired girl sat in her crystal office staring out her window. Her view was the beautiful New York skyline. She looked down and smirked at the tiny people below her, knowing they had no power over her.

She walked back to her desk. She took another look outside her window that was the size of her wall and smirked. The girl spotted a man running into the large marble building she owned.

His name was Charlie Heaton and he owed a lot of money to her. He was ten minutes late for his meeting with her and she was not pleased about it. The beep of  a tablet played and a face popped up on the screen.

A beautiful red headed girl spoke her wonderfully toned voice. She was porcelain pale and had freckles as red as her hair.

"Millie, Mr. Heaton is here to see you." The girl over the monitor said professionally.

"Send him in Sadie." Millie said without looking at the tablet. The device made a beep sound and went black.

The brown haired girl had tan skin and honey brown eyes. Everyone who met her adored her despite her sometimes appalling personality. The only one who was able to put up with her constantly was Sadie Sink, which made her the perfect secretary.

Millie stood up from her desk and walked over to her window. She did not like to face her guests when they walked in so she looked at the sunset. The fading of colors displeased her as she shot a grimace towards the sky.

The door opened and a well known, worried voice soon followed.

"Miss brown I swear to you that I can get your money by our next meeting." Charlie said as he sat in the chair across from Millie's usual seat.

"That's what you said the last time and the time before that." Millie spoke as she walked back to her huge lounge chair. "I never trust someone I do business with but I thought you would be smart enough to know that bad things will happen if I do not get my money."

Charlie shifted nervously in his seat as Millie sat down. She raised up her fingers to her cheeks and glared at him. He refused to meet her gaze.

"I swear on my brothers grave that I will get you that money." Charlie spoke again with a more serious tone. He finally met her gaze and he knew there was no backing out now.

Her eyes showed zero emotion. It was like staring into two black holes. Her head started to slightly shake back and forth as she laughed maniacally.

If looks could kill, Charlie would have been dead.

"Mr. Heaton, I do not think you realize how bad of a position that you put me in." She smirked to herself. "This money could barely mean less to me but I just like to see you squirm." She smirked at him as he stared at her in awe.

"What are you going to do to me, Brown?" Mr. Heaton asked in a bland voice.

"I haven't decided yet." She picked up a pen and slowly bit on the back of her pen. Her face lit up as it quickly faded into a smirk. "Do you have any valuable employees at your place of work?" The lady asked him with evil in her eyes.

"All of my workers are valuable." Charlie started to stand up. "I'm a thirty year old man, I do not need to listen to some know it all eighteen year old." He started to walk towards the door.

"You're gonna regret ever saying that." The brown haired girl said as Charlie looked back at her. He slightly frowned and walked out the door.

Millie pounded her fists on the table and laid her head down. She knew exactly what she was doing always but he threw her a curveball by saying how useless she is. As if she didn't already know, her parents never fail to remind her of all of the mistakes she's made.