Sunday was awful, Axel had to leave the city early in the morning because of freaking work and I haven't talk or seen him since then.
It's only been a day but it's boring being in the house without him and I couldn't go and hang out with my friends because I'm pretty much "grounded" as ridiculous as it sounds. I really have to work more on my behavior, ugh I'm too lazy for that, he loves me as I am so!
Today, I can feel it's going to be a despicable day. I felt it this morning the moment I mistakenly put sugar on my bacon egg and cheese, then again I felt it as I entered the building and all my workers looked at me with pity. Yes, I am aware that Joseph ashamed me in front of everyone, they don't have to remind me that I was left like a fool in that stupid party.
I don't need their compassion, I'm fine, I won't let Dylan sit on my throne anyway. But still, I felt it in my veins it wasn't going to be a great day.
I was on my way to enter my office as my eyes caught a not--Jonathan sitting on the yes--Jonathan desk. The individual stood up as soon as she saw me, yes a she!
"Hmm, who exactly are you?" I asked with a straight face and she nervously adjusted herself.
"I'm Laura Smith ma'am, I'm going to be replacing Mr. Marshall until he recovers." Huh? Recover from what? No one has told me anything on the matter."What do you mean 'recover', and how is it that I heard about this just now?"
"Stop aggravating the poor lady, Amelia." A very annoying voice said behind me and I turned to look.
"Get the hell out of my face Dylan-- what are you even doing here." I spoke out of anger, I have enough with him being in the same building as me, I don't want to deal having him near my office.
"Calm down sis--"
"Don't 'sis' me, answer my freaking question, what the fuck are you doing in my department and why is this strange woman sitting on Jonathan's desk?" I knew this day was going to be bad, agh I don't want to see his face!
"I apologize your highness, I'll be on my way right now." He did an about face and started to walk away but stopped midway and turned his body. "Just kidding, our father sent me to be your supervisor since lately your performance hasn't been the best of the best. I was the one who brought Ms. Smith here and she's going to help me supervise you, she'll make sure you do your work right okay?"Count to three Amelia, calm down... what the fuck! How! How in the world did this happen, am I not the President of this company? Hold on. I turned my head to see my office's door, I'm pretty sure it has a sign that read Amelia McMillan/President so I looked at Dylan, then I looked at the door again. No one bosses me around, I am the boss, not even Joseph and he knows that by now, I don't know what kind of mockery is this.
"First of all, I'm sorry really, for a second I thought I was the President here, I guess that sign by the door is wrong. Secondly fuck you and also go and tell Joseph to fuck himself, I completely oppose this shit and if anyone has a problem with my decision then tell them to come and meet me at my office, The President's office for God's sake!" Damn it! I hate everything right now! I went ahead to my freaking office slamming the door behind me. They're trying to make me lose my mind and accept defeat but never! They won't get rid of me this easily. I have a lot of powerful men and women on my side and they won't just simply accept Dylan as the CEO. I'd make their lives miserable if that were to happen, but it won't.
Anyways I calmed myself and began to do my work. Although I hated it, I had to accept Laura as my assistant because it was kind of difficult to do everything by myself, but! Her ass had to forget about the whole "supervising me" thing because if not... let's just say she'd never be able to have a decent job ever again. Also, I found out the stupid Jonathan ate a poisonous mushroom and was now practically dying on the hospital. I swear, I sometimes think I'm the only person with functioning neurons in my family.
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My Master, My Husband (BOOK 1)
RomanceTHIS BOOK IS 18+ "Alright, I'll tell you the rules twice, and I'll need you to memorize them, write them down and give them to me tomorrow morning." Wait, I'm not good at memorizing things! I nod waiting for him to continue, but I get a soft slap on...