Facade

Chapter 75

Mia's pov

I've been working in McCarthy corporation for over a week now and let's just say it's been an experience. What's my job description? I honestly don't think there's an official word for what I do here. I'm basically a general errands girl. Meaning whenever anyone needed anything done and couldn't get to it, I'll do it. If Damian found out what I do here, there'll definitely be trouble. He might stuff me in a sack, tied the end and ship my butt home. I mean, think about it. Damian can probably buy the entire McCarthy corporation without putting a dent in his bank account yet his little sister works as a general dogbody. So I had told him I was stationed in a nice office.  He definitely won't be happy if he finds out I lied. Besides who cares?
I'm doing this for me, not for anyone else. Okay maybe a little revenge but you get my point. Aside from revenge, I'm doing this to find a sense of purpose. To know I'm important and people rely on me. I relied too much on Carlisle that when we separated, it nearly killed me. I don't want a repeat of that. I want to be an brave, strong, independent and powerful woman. I want to get to the top and who cares if I take down Aiden along the way? It'll serve him right for all the pain he's caused me.
I strode through the labyrinth of cubicles to my assigned corner. Since I don't hold an important position, I wasn't given an office space. Instead I was given a tiny cubicle at the far end of the room. I collapsed tiredly on my chair and leaned my head back. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement. I just couldn't wait for the day to be over already. There's a bath tub and a tub of ice cream with my name on it waiting for me at home. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about my apartment. With Damian's help of course, I was able to get a gorgeous studio apartment not too far from the office. It was located on the expensive side of town and definitely cost a lot. I don't know how much it costs exactly and I definitely don't want to know. I would have preferred something more cheaper and less extravagant but it was what Damian wanted. Heck he had practically begged me to accept it. So I did. I mean, if he wants to spoil me rotten, who am I to say no? My thoughts were pleasantly occupied to feel the storm brewing.

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Carlisle's pov

I'm currently standing outside McCarthy corporation, looking at the front door like it was hell's personal access door. And it felt like it too. Never have I felt as nervous as I do now. I looked down on my hands to find my fingers tightly curling around the bouquet of roses. I forced myself to loosen my grip. I didn't want to destroy the flowers I had painstakingly taken hours to pick out. What am I doing with flowers? I'll tell you.
I am going to win Mia's heart back. Hurray! And the first step to doing that is to get her to forgive my bad mouth, hence the flowers. In order to get Mia to forgive me, I plan on courting her. You know dates, romantic dinner, walks under the moonlight; the usual sappy stuff. I realized that I had practically bulldozed my way into her life. We had fallen for each other so hard and fast before we could fully understand ourselves.
I should never have wormed my way into her life like that. I should have treated her better, made her feel special, loved. I was fucking lucky she fell in love with me and should have honored that precious gift. Instead like the bastard that I am, I misused it and hurt her in the process. Now I'm crawling back. I just hope she gives me a second chance.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the building. My face was set in a scowl that definitely screamed stay away. I waved aside a blubbering security officer and walked straight to the elevator and jabbed at the button. My investigation revealed Mia was in the 8th floor. The elevator dinged and came to a stop. The doors slipped open and I stepped out. I found myself standing in a huge hall with what looked like hundreds of cubicles. Damn it, how the hell am I supposed to find Mia in this crowd? Shit!
I strolled forward to the nearest cubicle. A pretty lady sat there typing on her computer while chewing gum, her face covered in make-up. Initial analysis: blond airhead bimbo.
"Excuse me" I called softly to her. She looked up and her frown immediately eased to a flirty, gold digging smile. Yuck, someone please shoot me.
"Well hello there handsome, I'm Cindi. How can I help you?" She asked with a sultry voice that I'm sure sends lesser men to their knees. Sorry blondie but I'm taken.
I barely held myself back from rolling my eyes at her. I plastered on my face what I think is a flirty smile and replied.
"I'm here for Amelia Carlos. Do you perhaps know where I can find her?"
Blondie's smile slipped a fraction before she quickly covered it up. She leaned back on her chair, her voluminous cleavage in full display. I have to say they were pretty attractive if you were into plastic looking blondes.
"Why do you want to see her? I'm sure I can take care of you better than she ever will" Blondie offered with a teasing smile, her fingers playing with a strand of her fake blond hair. I bit down on the sudden irritation and forced a pleasant smile on my face.
"I'm sure you can lady but it's Mia I want. Would you be a dear and direct me to her cubicle?" I replied easily.
"Oh come on, give me a chance to make you happy" Blondie insisted giving me a flirtatious smile. I have to say, she was persistent.
"No thanks, I'm taken" I replied easily.
Blondie's smile dropped and all traces of flirtation vanished to be replaced with a mean scowl. And trust me, scowling on a make-up caked face just makes you look like a damaged doll.
"I supposed I can't blame you despite being this handsome if you are too blind to see the angel in front of you. Instead you prefer that whore!" Blondie snapped. That did it. I lost whatever sanity I had left. Calling my love a whore? No fucking way Blondie.
I leaned closer to her, her body barely inches from mine. I saw the flicker of hope and pure lust in her eyes before she quickly covered it. I pulled out my gun and pressed the nozzle to her side, making sure my jacket was covered my hand. I didn't want to arouse any suspicions. I heard Blondie gasp and felt her tense.
"Now be a good little airhead that you are and point me to the direction of Mia. Note that if you draw attention to us, I'd simply shoot you. This gun is rigged with a silencer so no one will notice if I decide to shoot you. Are we clear?" I threatened in a low voice. Blondie lifted up a trembling finger and pointed in the opposite direction. I smiled at her pleasantly that anyone looking from afar would think we were friends.
"Good. Now if you tell anyone about what happened, I'll find you. I'll find you and make you pay. Do you understand?" I said in a low voice. Blondie nodded vigorously. I pressed the gun deeper into her side.
"Say I understand" I ordered. Blondie gasped softly.
"I-i-i u-und-ders-stand" She stuttered.
"And the name is Carlisle Ashton" I told her and watch the entire color leave her face. She looked so pale that I felt a surge of satisfaction flow through me. She must have heard about me. Good.
I smiled softly at her and shoved the gun  in the back of my jeans. I turned and walked away to the direction my Mia was.

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