𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄(gxg)

Chapter 9

ROSE'S perspective

I hated airplanes.

Though I've never been on one, the thought of it made me sick. They just didn't seem safe, anything that just flies into the sky that isn't promised to come down, couldn't be safe. So when I was told Ms. Scott and I would be traveling by plane I had to reconsider my decision to even go.

So far it had been three days since I've had any contact with Emily. After deleting the app, all of the messages she could've possibly sent me stopped coming. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to download the app again just so I could check my messages. But I had to face the fact, she ditched me, not the other way around. Besides, I needed to focus on more important things.

This week with Emelia was bound to be interesting and for the first time since I've worked with her, I was prepared for anything she would throw at me.

So why I was surprised when I stepped foot in front of a large private jet, I didn't know. This was so like her. I should've expected it honestly. She was such an impact on the fashion industry that she's become a millionaire. Flying coach was something she could never even dream of.

I pulled out my phone with a swiftness in awe of the massive plane. It was unlike anything I've ever seen or done before, and a quick call to Erin was soon awaiting.

I anxiously tapped the coffee cup in my hand until she picked up the phone, eager to tell her the hole I've gotten myself into now.

"Do you know what time it is?" A groggily voice let out from the other side of the line.

I giggled, Erin has never been a morning person. "Yes silly."

Even though I couldn't see her, I knew she had rolled her eyes,"Well what do you want? I'm missing out on my beauty sleep."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes."Erin, Ms. Scott is taking me to New York and she got a jet. The woman has a jet!" I yelled.

She laughed,"Well she's got money, when you're rich you can do shit like that."

"I know, I know. But sheesh, this thing is huge."

"Ugh lucky! I wanna ride in a jet with a hot millionaire." She whined.

"Well despite her having money and being so freaking gorgeous, she's a total bitch."

Erin chuckled. She knew all the small things Emelia did that sent me over the edge. Even though it's only been a week working with her, I'm sure I'm not     Ms. Scott's favorite employee.

Someone behind me cleared their throat, and it was obvious it was coming from someone female. I turned around slowly to come face-to-face with Emelia herself, in the flesh. My jaw dropped, another wave of humiliation came over me and with out a word, I hung up the phone on Erin.

I wasn't sure if she had caught me completely trash talking her but it was noticeable that her mood this morning was crappy; which meant a day of hell for me, but I decided to play it cool. "Good morning Emelia. I brought you some coffee." I motioned to the warm cup in my hand.

She looked at me, venom laced in her chocolate eyes and an expression that was unreadable was plastered across her face.

Was she mad?

Who knows. I haven't worked with her one-on-one enough to know what her face looked like when she's pissed. I'm assuming, if she did hear my little comment, that this was her angry face... or at least something close to it.

She looked down to the small paper cup that sat comfortably in my hand, she eyed it some more before taking it into her perfectly manicured fingers then purposefully dropping it on the ground.

Yep. She definitely heard my comment.

"Clean it up." She stepped over the now spilled coffee, walking in the direction of the plane's doors and leaving the scene.

This was just fantastic.

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Ms. Scott sat on the opposite side of the plane from me. In fact, I made it a point that we were as far away from each other as possible so she wouldn't be tempted to choke me. But every now and then she'd look up from her work, stare at me for awhile then continue working as if nothing happened. She didn't say any further words to me after I finished picking up the spilled coffee and remained moody the rest of the flight.

It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Taking off was the worst part but once we got in the air I began to relax. It still wasn't my favorite feeling in the world but it wasn't bad. We were only an hour in and I was getting bored, and Emelia was the only other person on the plane besides the pilots who I could possibly talk to. But judging by my comments earlier, it would just be better if I was seen rather than heard at the moment. That is, until Emelia began to speak.

"I'm sending you this week's schedule." She looked up from her laptop that balanced on her lap.

Still afraid to even look at her, I just nodded my head then turned to the window.

"Coward."

I paused, redirecting my body to Ms. Scott to only find her staring me down. I gulped, "Excuse me?"

She closed her laptop. "You're a coward."

"Look if this is about what I said earlier, I'm sorry."

She scoffed. "Your choice of words this morning has nothing to do with me calling you a coward."

"Then what is the problem? Or better yet, what the hell is your problem?" I asked. Now I was getting heated, her small comments at work were doable, but completely knocking hot coffee onto the ground was low. It was clear whatever issue she had with me was never ending.

"Whatever I don't have to explain myself to you. Once this week is done I'm letting you go. You just aren't capable of helping me in the way I need for this upcoming move I've planned. Maybe come back in a few years when you've had more experience."

And just like that I was fired from a job I haven't even had for an entire month.

Fuck me.