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Juliet boldly entered the Oscorp building the next day with a store-bought Stella wine and a DVD of The Brady Bunch in her handbag. She wore black lace tights under her brown knee-high boots, a tight-fitted navy blue dress hidden underneath her gold-buttoned navy blue coat. She again, got a couple of stares even in a billion dollar workplace like this, but she ignored all of those and went straight for the elevator, this time looking for people inside instead of being surprised. Her grip on the handle of the bag tightened as she watched the number of the floors go up in the sign above.
Then the inevitable inevitably happened, she exited the elevator and walked on the only dark hallway on the left leading to the double-doors. She paused once she was face to face with the brown wooden doors. All this money and not a single light was lit in the hallway? Seriously?
She decided to just get through with it and knocked. There was nothing but silence. She knocked again, second guessing her arrival. Maybe he couldn't hear? She impatiently twisted the doorknob open, revealing Harry Osborn in his office tapping and swiping on the long meeting table. His eyes shot upwards and looked at her, his face immediately looking very very very pissed. She inhaled sharply, his look alone shattered her confidence.
"Juliet." he simply said, hostility in his voice.
Juliet's heart was beating like thunder but still she smiled, ignoring his obvious desire of wanting her gone. "Hey. I brought wine and the Brady's." she merrily said, holding up the DVD that Harry used to love so much as she walked over to him.
He only disinterestedly looked at the DVD for a second before looking back at Juliet. "Why are you here?" he melancholically said.
Juliet smile was slowly fading. "I-I knocked."
Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I didn't ask how you got here, I asked why you came." he said, walking towards the black couch in the far end of the room and taking a seat.
"Well, we haven't watched the Brady Bunch together in a while now." she answered, starting to walk to him.
Harry nodded, pretending to think hard. "Let's keep it that way." he said as Juliet sat beside him.
Juliet sat at the far end of the couch knowing that Harry wouldn't want her to come any nearer than she already was. She just didn't understand why he was so mad at her and not Peter. She glanced at him before turning her head on the wall in front of them, the both of them silent as ever. But Harry had his eyes on her the entire time, amusement building in it as he gave a teasing smile with his legs crossed, waiting for her next words.
"Look, Harry. I've done nothing but be nice to you, why are you even so mad at me?" she asked, finally having the courage to look intently at him.
The cocky smile on Harry's face soon turned into a chuckle. "Well if you must know, I found out that you were the reason my father sent me to boarding school."
Juliet's face dropped, her heart skipped a beat, goosebumps appeared throughout her entire body, her face paled and suddenly she didn't know how to speak. Harry chuckled once more just to piss Juliet off.
"Do you wanna know what else a little birdy told me?" he asked, leaning his body to her. She kept her head down with nothing to say. Realizing that she wasn't going to say anything else, he leaned back again on the couch. "I found out that you slept with my father."
Juliet felt like fifty knives had dug into her skin as she couldn't even look at Harry anymore. Her secret had come out and she never expected it too, especially after Norman had died. "How'd you find out?"
"It was my father's last words. Tell Juliet I love her. At first I thought it was just because he preferred you as his child than me. But when Felicia sent me some letters between you and my father, it all clicked. Why he always wanted to show you things in his room, why you always wanted to buy him things when visiting, why he favoured you so much. He sent me to boarding school because he thought I was going to get between you two, didn't he?" Harry said as he poured himself the Stella wine that Juliet had bought into his used glass sitting on the glass table. He took a sip and smirked at her.
"Harry.." was all she could say.
"Harry what?" he mocked before scoffing at her. "Harry it was a mistake? Was that what you were about to say? It wasn't a mistake, Juliet. You had sex with him multiple times. You chose to be in that situation. How old were you, huh? He seemed to favour you ever since. Were you his little slut at age six? Did you have sex at that desk?" He pointed toward his desk right behind them bitterly. "Did you call him, Mr. Oscorp? Is that why you don't wanna call me that?"
His voice was turning into a growl as he slurred his words and his cheeky smile turned into a deadly glare once again. "It just all made so much sense now. You were the reason my life was turned completely upside down." he laughed sullenly, standing up and slamming his glass back on the table.
Juliet stood up to follow him, she had no idea what she even wanted to say but she knew she couldn't just leave like that. "Harry-"
"Juliet." he turned around, his voice weakening as he said her name. "Of all the people you could've possibly whored around with. Why my father? You, out of everyone, you know what I've been through with him. All those times I tried to call you, and only you, when I was boarding school, you were sleeping with him."
Juliet guiltily bit her lip as she watched Harry tear up, his heavy blue eyes reddened, losing its happiness. His voice was broke mid-sentence and it broke Juliet too. "Harry, how can I fix this?"
Harry scoffed like a maniac and shook his head. "If you'd told me the first time you had sex with him, I would've forgiven you. In a heartbeat. But you didn't. You condoned him to banish me for the sake of your sick relationship. And you act like nothing happened? Like I'm crazy for hating the shit out of you?"
"I don't know what to say." Juliet mumbled, her head down and her fingers fiddling with each other.
"Get out." he finally said, walking back to his chair with his elbows on the desk, his head hung low and hands gripping his hair. Juliet decided to leave. Harry had a good enough reason to hate her and obviously, she'd put a strain in his life. She turned her heels and walked out the door.
