The Girl CEO

3.

"You always knew," she frowned, pulling her lips in. "You could have told me. You could've."

Evette pressed her knuckle on the back of knife to crack the garlic clove.

Her father didn't say anything, just staring at his computer, but never typing.

The garlic broke, almost simultaneously.

"You told me she died, you told me she loved me. Now suddenly-"

"It's not my fault your mother doesn't love you. It's not my fault I don't love you, and it's sure as hell isn't anyone's fault that you'll never be loved -" He scanned her scarred face. "besides your own." He lifted his crystallized glass cup to his chapped lips, downing the contents.

She lifted her wooden cutting board, shuffling the garlic and carrot chunks into the pot with the palm of her hand. Evette had never really learned how to cook, despite her confidence that she never really needs to learn how to do anything - she was horrible at it. She worked from home today. A constant feeling of knots in her stomach were present throughout the entire day, Evette was never nervous, especially not for a reason she wasn't aware of.

Bzzz Bzz Bzzz

Walking over to the buzzer by her elevator she pressed the small golden button labeled "Listen". "Ms.Cradwell, someone is here for you, they refuse to give me a name but say..it's rather urgent." Her attendants voice rang throughout her apartment foyer.

She paused, taking her hand off the button before speaking. The golden elevator dinged open moments later, as a peppy girl with bright purple hair danced out of it.

"Ricky?" Evette's voice faltered slightly, seeing her insane cousin smile broadly at her. Ricky hadn't really been in Evette's life. She heard her father talk about her on the phone throughout her entire life, though. Before she had acquired her name, she had always known her as 'The wild one', 'Psycho', or Evette's personal favorite; 'Thank the lord my daughter isn't that girl.' . Ricky's wild personality had always given her father a reason to accept Evette more. She was the perfect child, hardworking, determined, and obsessed with pleasing her parents.

"Ricky is me, yeah." She let her purple hair loose from the messy bun it had seemed to adapted too, due to her hair not flowing down but rather staying in it's original frizzy place. Ricky fluffed it out.

"What're you doing here, Ricky." Evette walked into the kitchen with Ricky on her trail as the elevator door dinged shut behind them. Rickey jumped from the noise, looking behind her as if ready to pounce. Nothing. Sniffing the air, Ricky smirked.

"Just in time, mwa-ha-ha." Ricky laughed jokingly in a slightly awkward way. Evette blinked at her the moment she had looked up at her from her stirring. "You are probably - " she elongated the word, "wondering why, me, Ricky, out of all people are here." Evette didn't say anything. "In your house." She jabbed a finger in her neck. She paused, wondering slightly. "Evette Cradwells house."

"Apartment." Evette corrected, smiling down at her pot of soup.

"Whatever." She said, flicking her hair off of her shoulder.

"Not whatever, there is a difference between an apartment and a house. An apartment is - " Evette was going to defend herself, to educate this somewhat uneducated girl on simple knowledge - but Ricky had no interest.

"Yeah, whatever." She peeked at the pot of soup, going in for a finger dip - only to get a slap on the wrist from Evette. Evette wondered if her parents had known where she was. Ricky was 23 and still living with her parents. Evette had moved out at eighteen, with no hesitation or even desire to stay with her father.

"Let me guess, hmm?" Ricky stared at her. "You are taking a break from your years of hard-work and have decided to come to me for a well earned job." Ricky groaned as Evette laughed. "No, wait! You want to become a doctor and are taking your next few years of college in New York." This, for Evette was the hardest she had ever laughed in awhile. If anyone were to humor her it would be herself. Pausing from her laughter Evette spoke quietly in recognition; "Oh wait..that would require you to have at least started your college career." She laughed, as Ricky tapped her long nails on the island counter impatiently. Evette couldn't help it, though. She had heard her father mock Ricky for years that she just had to join in.

"You know what, fine." Ricky glared directly at Evie. "I'll go stay at my other, dear, dear, CEO's house." She threatened, recalling her own history with him. Evie demanded her relationship was put to a halt due to the old rivalry.

"Maverick? You're a fool." Evette's smile faltered from the threat. "I mean, he's not in need of any woman, like you, to please him."

Ricky whipped her hair to one side of her head, sliding a bobby pin out of her hair and in between her teeth. "Why? Are you pleasing him? Dear Ev, I never thought you'd lose your - "

"Maverick and I!" Ricky smirked traditionally, revealing her pierced ear for more details. "Maverick and I...are none of your concern." Evette twirled the idea in her brain.

"So there is something to be concerned about?" Ricky dared, popping the bobby pin in her hair carelessly, her hair bunched up unattractively, only to be held in place by a bright orange pin.

Striding over to Ricky, Evette carefully retracted the bobby pin from the purple knots of hair, adjusting her style to a more professional one.

"Stop treating me like a kid, and answer my damn question, woman!" Ricky pleaded sadistically, awaiting Evette's blush.

No blush came. Evette was ankle deep in a puddle of her own thoughts. Lying seemed the easiest way to keep Ricky and Maverick away from each other - for the sake of her company, of course.

"There's much to be concerned about." Evette looked fearlessly at Ricky. Ricky went to speak, the typical intake of breath being made. "Just, nothing open can be uncovered. That's that."

"Is that your way of saying when you lose your virginity, you can't get it back?" Ricky pondered, suckling on her thumb for any mysterious crumbs.

"No."

"When he opened up your panties drawer it wouldn't close? Or, he went blind from the sight of your - " Ricky gave a sly smile. "Your bunny."

"Don't tell me you're still using that nickname for...." Evette blushed. "It."

"It?"

"It."

"No, I don't think I am. What's it? See, if I was replacing 'Bunny' with 'It', then I would say 'What's bunny?'." Ricky and Evette stared at the other, challenging each other's comfort zones. Ricky knew well what Evette's were. "Do you, possibly, mean vag - "

"Well, I'm just positively exhausted. You must be too, after you ran away from your mothers house, that must've been quite the journey." Evette smiled.

"How'd you - " She wrinkled her nose, plastering a cruel smile on her face. "Some sleep would be lovely."

"I'll save you some dinner then, the guest room awaits you." Evette turned on her heel, grabbing the large wooden spoon she had been using to stir her dinner. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ricky curtsying.

"Sleep well, my grace." She smirked mockingly, before scurrying off to her new, old room.

"Blah, blah, blah." Evette waved her off, imitating Mavericks usual grumble.

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Hi! Hi! Hi!
I'm getting really nervous & slightly awkward because this is my first time...talking as myself, not as a CEO or crazy a** purple haired 20-year old.

So, yeh. Thanks for reading, whether you did or didn't!(?) I was originally just going to say "Picture of Ricky above" but then my fingers started doing a wild dance and here we are.

:) Anyway, venture on to the next chapter, & enjoy with all the might in your nose hairs.

P.s. I suck at jokes.