Handled

Chapter Two

The ride was silent. 

Not that I minded, I was busy stretching, because I was going to body fucking slam Bryan's dumbass to the ground. 

I quickly made work of taking my earrings off, my rings, my necklaces, and moisturizing my legs and arms. 

I had been in the business way too long to be stupid about what I was about to walk into. A complete and utter mess, and I'd had enough scratches, ripped earrings and ripped out hair to be stupid about what I was about to walk into. 

Silos was dead silent, not even looking over at me as he drove to the address I had spit at him as soon as I had jumped into his expensive truck. 

I quickly tugged my hair out of the tight low bun I had put it in this morning, going for a professional look. 

As I was shaking my fingers through my hair, allowing the tightness to fade from my scalp, my phone rang into the dead silence of the car. 

I answered quickly as Darla's name flashed on my screen. 

"Zola, I don't want to be a nag, but bitch, you are so late." Darla's sweet voice cackled through the phone, as I glared down at it. 

I tried not to immediately start screaming at her ass, Darla and I had been friends since college, she was also my assistant who had too much of an opinion and not enough professional instinct. 

"Are we going to have another one of those days where I have to throw my coffee at your face, Darla, or are you going to be fucking helpful?" I snapped through the receiver, tugging my hair up on top of my head. 

She cackled again, her warm voice containing too much amusement at my expense, "does that mean you don't want me to tell you Shaun's here?" 

Don't scream. Don't scream. Don't-

"FUCK ME!" I screeched into the phone, slowly drawing Silos' eyes to me. 

He surprisingly hadn't even jumped at my scream of absolute fucking rage. 

There was a cry of shock then a tight hiss, "damnit, Zola, you made me spill my drink all over myself", Darla cried through the phone. 

I couldn't even focus on that. Shaun was the little bitch from the New York branch who desperately wanted me to be demoted so that he could take my position. 

He took every chance he had to fuck with me, and make me look as incompetent as he possibly could, and with my shitty luck, it was  never hard for him to accomplish. 

Everything had pretty much fallen apart when Valerie left, going into a deep and dark depression when her shitty ex cheated on her with her sister. 

Fucking gross. 

But because she had up and disappeared, that left all her duties on my shoulders, and since me and that bitch had been fucking friends since high school, I shouldered her work, even though carrying all her cases plus my own and making sure that everyone did their shit, I was fraying at the seams. 

The past few months had been fucking hell, but I had done it. 

Had handled it. 

And maybe all hope wasn't lost, since Valerie was on a case right now, maybe she was getting herself back together. 

I hoped so. 

I really fucking did. 

But with me taking her spot, I had pretty much become the heir to the Cords company, and the shit wasn't easy. 

Valerie and I were always supposed to run this shit together, her in the forefront, me always having her back. 

But with her break up, I had suddenly taken over much more than I ever thought I would have to. 

However, Shaun saw an opening, the slimy son of a bitch had his eyes set firmly on the throne and I would bat the little bitch away until Val came back to claim her shit. 

But he continued to try and show that I was incapable of the job, and if he did that, who knew what would happen to the company. 

What would happen to me, because Shaun would most definitely have my ass fired. 

It couldn't happen. 

"Darla, listen to me, Bryan has lost his fucking mind and I have to go find it for him. I need you to do everything you can to make sure that Shaun gets delayed. I don't care if you have to strip that mother fucker naked and bathe him in honey, if he gets to that meeting before me, Darla, I will set you on fire in the fucking break room."

She let out a long winded sigh, "I seriously hate this job. I need to start recording the shit you say to me, because it's fucking ridiculous. But fine, I'll hold up Shaun, I'm not sucking that man's dick again, though. He doesn't deserve it."

Silos was full on staring at me now, no emotion on his face, but fuck if I couldn't feel the judgement. 

"The only one that made you suck his dick, was tequila, you gross bitch. Now go do as I say, hold up the whole meeting, and if he so much as has one bad thing to say about me Darla, I will shave your head bald." I hissed through the phone, watching in delight as we pulled up to Bryan's house. 

"Fuck you, bitch. I'd look gorgeous bald anyway." Click. 

She hung up. 

My eyes narrowed in on Bryan's tear stained face as he sat on his ass in nothing but his fucking house robe and a pair of fucking boxers, in his drive way. 

"Absolutely pathetic." I sighed watching him look up, tears in his eyes as he perked up. 

Not a second later, a whole ass toaster went flying out of his house window. 

Glass exploded all over the front lawn as a woman with long black hair, raged in the window, screaming profanities as she continued to throw vases and plates out onto the front lawn through the busted window. 

I hate everything. 

"My fucking life." The car had barley slowed to a stop before I was jumping out, leaving my heels on the car floor as I stomped barefoot across the drive way to a shaking Bryan. 

His tear filled eyes, lifting up to stare at me as he shivered in his robe. 

The bottom of my foot collided with his chest, sending him sprawled on to his back, I pressed more weight in as he cried out, "what the fuck is going on, and who the fuck is in the house, Bryan?" I asked trying not to full on scream at him. 

He whimpered, "I was so alone! She-she said she loved me" he cried out. 

I sighed hard, "you have two prostitutes currently trying to blackmail you, Bryan. Two. You mean to tell me, that after I gave you explicit directions not to fucking leave your house, you went out and not only found another prostitute, but another one who is wrecking your house. Again." I growled so lowly as the 45 year old man before me shook pathetically. 

"She said she loved me", he cried again. 

I tried to stay calm, "you can't afford a prostitute's love, Bryan, trust me, I know. You literally can no longer afford it. Your business is in the fucking red because you've been blackmailed so many times. Now, you're going to wait right here while I bring your friend out here. Once this is handled, you are going to sit in your room, in the dark, and not fucking move until I send someone to tell you to move. If you so much as breathe wrong again, Bryan, I will have no other option but to kill you. Do you understand?" he nodded hard, like a scolded child. 

I took my foot off his chest, ignoring the way he smiled up at me in tear filled delight. 

"Fucking cry babies, surrounded by all of them." I hissed before storming into the house.