Mr. CEO Is My Highschool Bully

In All His Glory

“ Oh please. You were supposed to take me bowling”, she said, feigning annoyance.

“ Oh my God, I totally forgot. I'm so sorry, I just got carried away. Please forgive me”, I said, tilting my neck and making my sympathetic puppy eyes.

“ It's alright, I just hope it was worth it”.

“ Of course it was, and I'm going to spend the next few days dreaming about his emerald green eyes and sexy lips”.

“ Emerald green eyes? Really?” She asked, her eyebrows raised, making waves to suddenly appear on her forehead.

“ What is it?” I asked, totally confused about what she was trying to get at.

“ Emerald green eyes, Dante, everyone you've ever been with always has emerald green eyes, and it doesn't ring a bell to you?”

I then conceived what she was trying to say.

“ You know that I personally loathe him, so please don't bring him up”.

“ You do loathe him, but you still love him even though you wouldn't admit that to yourself, and that is why you've only been able to get intimate with only guys with green eyes even though they don't even amount to a percentage of the world's eye colour population”.

“ Oh please, Sasha, that's not true, and who said I only do guys with green eyes? Cole had hazael eyes”, I said with a smug and she paused. She knew that Cole, an acquaintance at Boston, was the closest thing I had to a relationship.

“ Yes, and his hazael eyes were almost green”.

“ Can we please stop with the eyes thing? I'm really tired, and I need to sleep. Big day tomorrow”, I said, getting up and heading to my room.

I went to bed smelling of c*m, and eventually had a dream of Hakim strangling me.

The next day, I breathed in success in and out of my lungs as I made my way into the building of Lawsa law firm. It's logo; Justice For The Common Man, boldly inscribed next to it's name. I was excited to meet everyone, my new colleagues, and especially my boss, the CEO. I had heard that even though he didn't attend Harvard law school, he had never lost a case, and the fact that I was going to train under him made me all the more excited, and I was excited to be excited.

“ Mr Davids, so nice to see you again”, the secretary who was part of the panel that had held my interview said as she joined me in the elevator. I think her name was Glinda or something.

“ Nice to see you too, please call me Dante”, I said and we kind of kept the chat going while she led me to the CEO’s office, a spacious room bounded with glasses, making it seem so inhabitable.

“ Oh, it seems like Mr Mali is not yet here, but please do take a seat”, she said.

Wait, Mr Mali? That name sounded so familiar, I was so sure.

I took a seat, wondering where I had heard the name before, then it struck me - Hakim Mali - that was his full name.

“ Calm down Dante, he can't possibly be the only one who has the name”, I said to myself, trying to deceive my panicking heart even though I knew that Mali was such an uncommon name to come across in New York city.

“ And who do we have here?” I heard a voice. It was deeper than I remembered, but I could still recognize it, and as I turned around, my unimaginable nightmare became real.

There was Hakim, in all his glory, and he was my boss.