23. Not welcome
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Whilst in the elevator Scarlet got herself thinking of an excuse to tell Jayson, as to why she didn’t get Chiara to have a stable meeting with her—a few minutes of the woman’s time wouldn’t have hurt but that definitely was not an option.
Being shoved into the elevator at Passion was nothing, it didn’t worry her honestly. Being who she was, once they elevator was at the lobby she pushed the button going up again—run past her secretary into Chiara’s office once again.
And of course she wasn’t welcomed despite her conti nuous rants trying to explain why she had to be here, the woman had still managed to not give a f**k.
Even if she said Jayson would murder her if she hadn’t delivered the proposal. Slamming the door in her face Chiara locked the door, giving Scarlet no access in.
Repeated Scarlet knocked on her door, not in the nicest manner—rude and loud—it had taken the remaining patience within her not to break the door down, if she would have have managed at all.
A few minutes prior Chiara had opened the door, just a little bit while holding the door not to allow Scarlet to enter or push past her.
A clear indication she was not welcomed at all.
“You are annoying. I will talk to anyone but you.” with a glare she announced not at all softening her gaze.
Was Scarlet in disbelief, not in the slightest—the woman loathed her, basically everything about her and she knew it, they weren’t the best of friends anyway—but she still managed to be dramatic about it.
With a gasp Scarlet stamped her feet then whined. “You’re the one being immature now!”
“I don’t care. f**k off.” and then the door was slammed in her face again, the fading sound of Chiara’s footsteps alerting her the woman was indeed done with her.
She would have gone in but the clear indication of Chiara walking away, shouted ‘I locked the door’ before you try anything.
“Fine!” Scarlet shouted before angrily walking towards the elevator and pressing the buttons rather harshly.
In the midst of it all was Linda, who unwillingly witnessed the stupid yet entertaining argument these two had. Never in all her years of working for Mrs. Brown did she act this way with anyone, not even once when she fought with her daughter or husband.
She would simply just slam the door in their face once they walked. No shouting, no physical shoves or any childish remarks.
She could easily tell something about Scarlet, annoyed her boss to the core.
“Linda, get me wine.” Mrs. Brown spoke through the intercom. Of course, no argument her boss had ever had didn’t end without her special remedy—alcohol.
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“I am the boss. Not him, he should fear me.” Scarlet repeated told herself that as she was in the elevator to her office.
Jayson had nothing on her, she could fire him—he couldn’t, she held the power.
In her defense, she did try the best she could. It wasn’t the most professional approach nor was it friendly—harsh, annoying and frustrating to be exact.
Knowing him, he probably didn’t at all set his standard high—she wouldn’t have achieved success even if she tried, the problem between these two women was that they were stubborn—maybe Scarlet a little bit more.
Only a few minutes before she met doom. A hast inhale and exhale, she placed both her hands in her pocket then waited for the elevator doors to open.
She could do this, what was there to fear—she was in control of all the place, he had to respect her no matter—friend or not.
“You really couldn’t not help it, could you?”
In full shock Scarlet leaned against the elevator wall looking at Jayson with her hand over her chest. A mini heart attack indeed, the man stood in front of the elevator before she even stepped out—she didn’t expect him at all, honestly she thought she had time to run and hide in her office.
Composing herself she placed both arms back into her pants pocket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Trying to walking past him, she felt a hand on her collar stopping her instantly.
“Oh no you don’t.” he hissed not letting her collar out his grip. “Mrs. Brown called me, you would be stupid if u thought I wouldn’t know.” he added with a glare before he left her collar.
She was annoyed, very annoyed—did she want to slap him. Of course who would not.
Returning the glare she hissed. “I am your boss—”
“Then act like one!” he interrupted not letting his annoyance leave his voice. About to bite back at remark, Jayson shushed Scarlet.
All eyes were on them and he definitely didn’t want these people to find more information to gossip about.
“Come with me.” without waiting on her response, he grabbed her forearm taking her to her office—without any nosy people.
Once the door was shut behind them he signed her to continue speaking—she did not waste a minute.
“It isn’t my fault!” Scarlet protested both arms waving in either direction—frustrated, annoyed and tired.
“Oh really?”
Repeatedly nodding her head she tried justifying herself. “That woman was f*****g a man on her desk and—”
“You went unannounced. You let yourself in, maybe if you could have called in advance—”
A loud sigh and an annoyed tongue click later she grabbed her coat off the desk. “f**k this. I’ll be working from my bed today.”
She would not do any work at all, is what she meant.
“Scarlet come on!” he huffed in disbelief as she slammed the door as soon as she walked out.
Scarlet didn’t check if he had followed her and she didn’t care—she would not listen to him or try to explain s**t—today wasn’t the best Monday.
Walking out the elevator to the parking lot she accidentally bumped into someone’s shoulder.
“Sorr. . .”
“You piece of s**t!”
Before she could even look up and try to apologize the man punch her in the face—immediately knocking her unconscious on the cold cement floor.
Definitely not a fan of Mondays.
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