CHAPTER 21
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So, I had accepted the deal.
Lyon McAllister asked me to 'tame' his son, Alexander McAllister, and even if I knew that this was beyond me, and I mean, way beyond me, I agreed to do it.
Anyone could have thought I was crazy.
Anyone who witnessed what Alexander McAllister had done in the Head Room would have instantly thought I was crazy to take on such a task. How on earth was I supposed to tame a man like Alexander McAllister? Taming a lion would have been a much easier job and that was no exaggeration whatsoever.
The entire time that I sat on my work desk, I was trying to intermediately focus on my work while struggling with remnants of thoughts from a while ago at the Head room with the McAllister Men.
Imagine how that young man had stormed out on his father. Worse still, he stormed
out to get high outside. The more I thought of it, the more that I felt a dislike towards him. It had always been some kind of pet peeve of mine. I could not stand guys who did not know the essence of discipline.
So far I knew, Alexander McAllister was one of them.
And because I was trying to keep that perfect image in front of Lyon McAllister, I agreed to work side by side with him.
Groaning, I got out of my reverie and got back in touch with my surrounding, and with one glance at 'Betty and Veronica' who had the snubbiest looks on their faces, I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
I couldn't bring myself to understand the women.
Never had I spoken to them before or knew them from anywhere and yet the attitude that they gave off to me was absolutely appalling. I didn't care, for sure, but I was curious. I couldn't even lie.
I placed my hands on the mouse and navigated my screen, adjusting myself on my seat, and that earned me a sound from the one by left.
The 'Veronica' one.
And I stand to be corrected, but that sounded like a groan of irritation.
And wait….. Directed at me?
Okay, well, that did it.
"Excuse me?"
That was me, turning to the woman with brown hair who had groaned at me with a raise of my brow, looking at her in question.
Maybe she did not know that I was speaking to her because she acted like no one had talked.
"Excuse me," I snapped at her face with my fingers, gaining the subtle attention of the people around our row, but that was none of my business. "Veronica?" That was most likely not her real name, but who cares? "Hey, you, Veronica. It seems like you have a problem with me. Can you speak up about it? I'm all ears."
I finally got her attention.
I mean, she could not keep pretending to ignore me because the way that I was snapping in her face and calling her out, she must have known that I was ready to throw my face in hers if she was going to act all tough. I needed to hear her speak and explain it to me in concrete details, what problem that she and her blonde Betty friend had with me.
"So?" I asked her, "What's up?"
"What are you talking about?" She asked me and I would have laughed in her face, but after a brief chuckle, I decided to humour her.
"Playing dumb, right?" I questioned her with amusement in her tone and she was staring at me as though she had no idea what I was talking about.
So, I extended the question to her Betty Blonde friend.
"So, why don't you help out and explain it to me?" I asked the blonde woman and she backed up, confused, and a bit stunned by the fact that I, without a warning, dragged her into this.
These ladies were so good at this.
Acting oblivious when I was certain that something was off about them.
Since yesterday, the vibes around them were so negative. Negative in a way that was so quiet, yet glaring. And, all of a sudden, they wanted to act confused. Bull s**t. These women were decieving themselves, not me.
"Well, I am not a fan of quiet beef," I made it clear to them, "And if I am going to be staying here in this spot, in between the both of you, then you have to fix up that attitude because the last thing that I will do, is have it. Understood?"
That was the best way to get a reaction from the both of them.
All the confusion morphed into a look of insult, and I fought the urge to smile. Now, they looked nothing like cluelessness anymore. It was as though all I needed to activate their 'mean girl' faces was to call out their bullshit to their face and let them know what kind of behavior I wanted to see from them and what I did not.
As bluntly as I could.
Of course, it irritated them and it showed.
And most definitely, they bit back.
"And who the f**k do you think you are?" The one with the brown hair started to say first to me.
"Leave it, Britney," Her blonde Betty friend said to her, eyeing me with a death glare as she chose dismissal over violence, "I told you from scratch that this new girl was going to be a pain in the ass.—"
That made me reflexively raise a brow at the audacity.
So, I was right after all. They knew what they were doing right from scratch, and they had long discussed about me being a pain in the a*s even before my arrival.
"—Just keep ignoring her like we always do." The Betty Blonde told her Veronica friend.
Wow. So they even discussed about me enough to even come up with the decision of ignoring me completely when I arrived.
They barely even knew me. Jeez.
"Shame on the both of you," I said to the both of them, "Whatever is making you two so bitter is literally beyond me. I do not understand it and I do not even want to bother to. A girl shows up at work and because of some trivial reason, you decide to hate on her, and act snobby and rude. For no reason, other than envy. Well, it's too bad. It must hurt being so bitter about every single woman you see that looks like a threat to you. It must suck living life like two jealous lowlifes. Pity."
These girls looked at me as though I killed their mother.
But, who cares?
"Get back to Work, Betty and Veronica." I said to them as I started on mine, myself, ignoring the both of them.
I didn't let my smile leave my face.
Even if what was on my mind was no cause for smiling, really.
But, if having an undeterred smile on my face was going to make these women angry that they did not get to me, I would smile through the pain.
Because all that was on my mind right now was no other than Mr Sanchez.
That bastard.
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