Broken By A CEO

Chapter 2

Rose POV

What is with men in suits and arrogance? I mean some of those types of customers are always arrogant or just blatantly ignore the baristas. Not judging all men in suits as some can be really nice. It's appalling that the minority think of themselves as too upper class to even be nice. We are all equal. So why should I bother being nice to them. I just honestly give up.

They need people to put them in their place. Maybe I can do that.

I hate stereotyping people but he treated me like I'm a peasant and that's what other rich jerks are like. It's pathetic to think that they are even human at all. He is what I class as pathetic. Those men don't deserve love or happiness.

They are greedy, selfish idiots that haven't got anything to do than to buy houses that are way too big, buy shares that makes them richer and attend meetings about future shares. The billionaires game has been played for over two decades and yet no one actually wins, in fact they just end up tying a contract with each other. I could see the money getting thrown at lower class people's faces. What about those who have nothing? What do they get?

There's only one chance to live and some people live it in greed. Well I say that those rich fools should take their cash and put it to some actual good use.

No more selfishness.

No more homeless people.

No more arrogance.

No more lack of support.

It's benefitial, don't they see that. Everyone says that money is the key to happiness, but what's the point of living if there's no one to share it with. Of course you have family but what about a lover or wife.

No. They don't want those. They like to toy with young girls hearts. Players they are, players at a game that their past, present or future partners don't know. It's pathetic to see gullible women fall at their feet and grovel to please their master. Go find a dominant if your that desperate.

So when I saw Caroline return, she looked at me a bit disappointed. She also looked very tired from the constant yawning she did.

It wasn't her fault if those people at the meeting kept her on her feet. That's what us baristas have to do after all, we have to work hard. We overcome challenges and do the impossible. Serving coffee and other beverages has been my life. I can deal with it.

"Did you make a coffee for mr Brooke earlier?" She asked and I was confused as to her reason to asking. I wasn't sure since I made a coffee but it was given to someone else. Maybe it was his personal assistant? Why did she want to know?

"I served a man earlier but not mr Brooke personally. Why? Did I do something wrong?" She nodded looking down at the floor. She looked nervous about telling me. Oh no I must have done something wrong.

"Mr Brooke says that he wants to speak to you about the coffee." I shook my head. I am so not bearing his wrath of terror.

"No Caroline, you tell him that he can shove his coffee where the sun doesn't shine and go back to his hotel of horrors." She gasped. She didn't expect this coming from me, neither did I but I can't do this anymore. It's just a damn coffee. If he wants a new one he can come and get it himself.

"Miss Sharpe, I told you to alert the person who made the coffee to come here but obviously you can't follow simple instructions." He accused her and she looked so frightened.

"Instead you were gossiping with your colleague here." He shouts and I stand up for her. I'm a nice person who cares for others.

"You know mr Brooke, the reason that she was talking to me was because she didn't know who made the coffee and I just said that she was sent home due to being ill. So excuse me if you find my colleague here not to be to your standards, but exactly how can she do her job when the person you want isn't here." I commented back and he just glares at me with his sharp eyes.

"I would watch your tone if I were you, miss Greene. I don't tolerate backchat from anyone, especially workers. One thing you should know is that I like my workers to be efficient and respective." He says in a calm manner. How the hell does he know my name? That's really odd. I'm so confused.

It shocked me how calm he was, I mean how can anyone stay so cool after bathing in the sun for hours. It doesn't work.

"As I was saying, I want to know who that woman is and get me her contact information now, miss Sharpe..... Actually, never mind. I'll find out myself." He walked off towards Becky's office. Crap I'm screwed. He will ask Becky for cctv footage and find me. Crap, I have to get out of here.

I need an escape, I don't want to deal with him after I've literally just lied to his face. Caroline will understand.

"Caroline, I'm not feeling so well and think that I'm gonna throw up. I think I might have caught Anna's illness. Can you tell Becky as soon as mr Brooke is gone that I'm going home? Also tell Charisma as well. I will see you Monday." She nodded and smiled at me.

"I hope you feel okay Rose. I will tell Becky and charisma. Just please get better soon and get well rested." I smiled back and walked out the shop but didn't go home because he will firstly go there when he finds out. I got the bus and went inside to the back seat. I turned my phone off to avoid tracking. I also ensured that I had my hood up to avoid too many people seeing my face.

I did everything to avoid getting caught for now. He was affecting me to the point where I have to go off the grid to hide. Damn him, damn life. He is ruining me.

Why does he do this to me?

I mean I was having a regular day at work but then one thing happens and I basically have to hide. Wow, me and my big mouth. I should have told him the truth but then again, he needs to have someone stand up to him. Yeah, like I did before I ran off. I thought sarcastically. Coward.

I didn't know where I was going, in fact I think I must have been on the bus for a couple of hours or maybe I'm just exaggerating before finding a place to get off. It was a nightmare sitting on that bus with baby's crying, rattling of Windows, teenagers gossiping and laughing. I couldn't bare anymore so as soon as I got off I was happy.

It was a nice, small town with lots of little shops. I need something like this to relax. As long as I avoid Brooke corporations or Brooklyn hotels, I should be fine. He owns those companies.

I had a walk down the streets and saw pretty little flower displays. They were gorgeous, the different types of flowers that were all compacted like this to certain letters that spelled out the name of the town. It was a stunning view.

If only life was this beautiful. Filled with happy, colourful people and not just the arrogant types. It would be a great world.

Behind the display was a penny fountain. You would throw a penny in and make a wish. I was lucky because I had a penny in my bag so I got it out and threw it in making my wish but I can't tell anyone, otherwise it wouldn't come true. The blue water, shimmering like icicles as it hits the bottom of the fountain and ripples. This landscape would be great for artists. The flowers. The fountain.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" I jump and turned around to see a beautiful woman, who was probably in her mid fifties. She was wearing a nice, long maxi dress. The scenery was beautiful and I couldn't help but agree. I nodded at her statement.

"Indeed. I was thinking how great it was for artists to paint. The colours of the flowers look stunning and the way it contrasts the fountain is brilliant." She smiled. She looked so happy and full of life that it made me want to smile even more.

"I agree. I come here everyday just to relax and think about the future. It's so nice here. Yet, I've never seen you around before. Are you just visiting?" She asked and I nodded. She looked slightly disappointed and sad. I felt so bad for her.

"I'm staying tonight and tomorrow night then I have to go home. I have work Monday afternoon. I would love in the meantime to hang out with you since I don't really know this area very well. Oh excuse my manners I'm Rosetta." I offered her my hand and she shook it.

"Pleasure to meet you Rosetta, I'm Danielle." I smiled at her and she returned the smile. We both sat down on the bench and talked about each other.

She was a ex model for vogue magazine and had four awards for being known but when she got pregnant, she wasn't allowed to model unless she wanted to be in a pregnancy magazine but declined when she began getting morning sickness literally every five minutes each morning and back pains from standing too much.

She also talked about how she wished she would see her son more often and how I would be a good girlfriend for him. I'm guessing her son is busy with work or just ignoring her. I feel sorry for her.

I talked about how I talk with my parents now and then but mostly work at a local cafe. I talk about what I do there and the people who I work with. She was very surprised when I told her my qualifications. I'm guessing she thought I would go into a job that relates to the qualifications I had.

I did actually apply for business related jobs but they said I wasn't experienced enough but I think they were inferring to my s****l status rather than my actual educational status. It's stupid, to be honest.

They preferred women who showed cleavage. That's pathetic isn't it. They should honestly just hire hookers. That's what they want, not professional women but someone to attend to their s****l needs.

Oh well.

"That's horrible. My son would never be like that, in fact he's so professional that he hires a secretary with high standards. Someone who has excellent grades and attendance in previous workplaces. She's also not interested in relationships." Then her phone rang interrupting our conversation.

"Hello.......oh hey darling how are you.......you need to visit more often.....I know you have work......you should come over sometime.......Monday?.........that's great......see you then.......bye" she hang up on the phone and looked at me.

"He's coming over this Monday. I would love for you to meet him." She says excitedly. The fact that I couldn't is going to be hard for me to tell because she really wants me to meet her son.

"I'm so sorry, Danielle. I can't. I leave on Monday at nine in the morning. I'm so sorry." She looked so disappointed but then just nodded. I feel so guilty that I can't meet her son but I really have to leave. I would love to otherwise.

When we were done talking I noticed it got slightly darker and from what I saw, there was a beautiful sunset that made the flowers even better than before. It was amazing.

This was a personal heaven to witness. I loved every part of it.

Me and Danielle decided to part ways, agreeing to a coffee tomorrow morning. She also said she would take me shopping since I don't have long here. Before we parted, I asked the question I was wondering all night.

"Why did you start talking to me? I mean, I could be a gold digger for all you know. I could just use you. You don't even know me." She just shrugged and gave a light chuckle.

"You honestly don't seem like the type. You admire the simplest things in life. You see purity is not found on the outside but on the inside. When one appreciates the small things in life, it makes them pure of heart. They may have started as a small, withering leaf but as it gets nurtured and treated properly. Those who care, end up as beautiful flowers like these. It's not about judging a book by the cover but getting to know someone by the way they notice things." She smiles and now I understand what she means.

It's so nice to hear it from someone who cares. She is a very nice lady and I'm glad that I met her.