REVENGE

Miss Nielsen

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I enter my building which is fifty five floors high. I can see everyone's eyes following my movements as I make my way into the lobby to my office on the fifty fifth floor.

Everyone is avoiding my eyes like they might contract a certain disease when they look into them and they are avoiding my way giving me much breathing space.

It is not a surprise to me that people are acting that way. That is the fear my name has instilled in people's minds. Who wouldn't fear when that know just a snap of my finger and their lives are at my mercy. With a mere mention of Patricia Nielsen, someone might have a heart attack. I am used to it by now, it is not like somethings they think are not true because some are so I don't give a damn.

That is what I have grown to be cold, rude and heartless. The heartless part might not be so true but somehow true to some people because that is my side they chose to get on. That is who I chose to be, the cold ruthless billionaire everyone can't stand but still need.

Interesting.

When I finally make my way to the elevator, the two women inside quickly flee it like inside there smells like s**t. I might like it when people fear me but at the same time it annoys me. They are just so weak to realize I feed on that, their fear. In life, I chose to be strong, to stand up for what I have lost and not leave in fear like the horrific dreams I have most nights.

Shrugging it off, I enter the elevator waiting patiently until it dings on the last floor.

Here comes my empire.

The moment I set foot on the fifty fifth floor, it as if I have telepathically communicated to everyone to get off their lazy asses and do some productive work.

I can hear the buzzing as everyone returns to their work stations and quietly do their work. I can see each one's resentment for me but as long as my name appears on their checks, they have nothing left but endure me.

I walk majestically to my office feeling everyone's stares at my back, mostly scowling if not finding the most insulting names to call me or killing me but nevertheless I am still here. Some are just staring wishing they could be me which will never happen but they keep on dreaming.

I hear loud clucks of heels behind on the floor scurrying so I wouldn't notice. I always notice everything around me, even the slightest details of an ink stain on my wall that I didn't leave there yesterday. That is how critically attentive I am to details. I don't know if it is because of the shooting range classes I have been taking or it is a survival instinct.

"Keren Jones, in my office." I ordered audibly not bothering to look behind to see the woman who has a deer caught in the light face.

The gasping from the audience shows what being called in my office is, this is not a typical principal’s office because everyone knows, when you are called to my office, I am not offering a cup of tea.

Karen is the new intern at my office for the last two weeks but I have noticed that she is ever late for work and her work is sloppy, she is slow and always has spelling errors in her reports. This is not the kind of character I need in my company when it is at its peak.

I first thought maybe she was a young mother but young mothers don't absolutely look like the redhead. She doesn't have any baby fat and her t**s are normal. The woman can't even keep up with my speed when I am reading her a file. I am starting to wonder how she even qualified for the job.

Then I thought it was because of a sick family relative but when I looked into her files, her parents are absolutely perfect and her brother is fine and she lives alone so I got the resolution to the case. Keren Jones was just the typical woman who loves clubbing and probably forgets she has work the next morning.

I can't tolerate such character, not in my company.

I hear the knock on my door when I open the blinds revealing the warm early morning South Carolina sun that hits my face suddenly.

"Come in," I said settling down on my comfortable leather chair.

Keren enters with a frightened face. I can see her hands trembling which means she knows what is coming in her way and she should be ready.

"I have noticed the frequent late comings from you." I started calmly.

"Is it because you have a good reason? Because Keren, i don't entertain laziness in my company." I gazed directly in her eyes watching her gulp awkwardly.

"I know Miss Nielsen. It is because of the bus, the bus is always late."

Who was she kidding now?

"The bus, I see Keren. You know what? That is the lamest excuse I have heard in years." I leaned back poised making sure not to break eye contact.

"Olivia Parker comes six kilometers from your apartment but she is ever here in time and you are telling me, the bus is always late. Tell me Keren, do you have a special bus that is ever late?" I mutter in a hard bossy tone.

"I am so..."

"No Keren, it doesn't matter if you are or not because you are fired.” I cut off her apology.

Her baffled and pale face isn't the scariest thing I have seen in my entire twenty seven years, so I am not going back on my word, not even when her eyes are blurry with tears.

Before she tries to say another apology and beg me, I stop her.

"It will save us both the time if you just go and pack. You wouldn't want my security to do that now, would you?"

The clogs on her head turning are visible on her face and as much she hates me right now, she knows I am right. She can't blame me for her laziness. Before she becomes a crying mess, she runs out of my office.

That is what happens when you are lazy, you get kicked out.

As I work on my computer, I hear a knock.

"Miss Nielsen, Mr. Perkins is arriving today in the states and you are having a meeting with him on Friday for lunch." Susan my personal assistant informed me.

Perkins.

Just hearing the name Perkins being said by Susan wakes up the monster inside me making me more angry and bitter.

"Thanks Susan," I said nonchalantly.

I stop her before she goes out.

"I need a new intern before tomorrow ends." I muttered.

Susan nodded and then moved out leaving me to my thoughts.

Having heard back from the Perkins after a lot of hard work was my best moment. They agreed to a proposal by my company which can help their company from going down further which was situated in London.

When mom told me about finding Elias, I made sure I made sure I make enough research and fortunately, I found out that their company was on the verge of falling so that was my time to surface back in his life.

After the tragic moment of losing my family, luckily I escaped the fire with severe burns and wounds. I was lost, alone  and all was left was my death like my family but then there was my savior, Mrs. Nielsen.

The widow almost ran me over when she found me walking aimlessly in the middle of the road, weak, sick and dirty.

She helped me, nursed me and she gave me a new life. When I narrated to her my story, she believed me and made a vow to help me get justice for my family which I call my revenge. Camila Nielsen is a rich barren widow who inherited all his husband's wealth who died because of cancer.

She adopted me and from then, I found a new family. According to the news, my family's murdering was regarded as a homicidal case, not arson or murder where no suspect was found. The police even alleged that it might have been a gas leak that caused the fire. No one knew the truth that I had survived. Monica Dawson had survived the tragedy but now she was long gone, she died with them that to say.

I am Patricia Nielsen now, daughter of Camila Nielsen and the one of the most successful billionaires in South Carolina. I left with Camila from Pennsylvania to Carolina where no one even recognized me at all because I changed my hair from black to blonde and my eyes from blue to brown.

I went to middle school, high school then college at Harvard where I earned my first degree in accounting. My dreams of being a sommelier weren't shattered because I learnt all about wine and now I own a wine company Nielsen Corp which is famous for its sweet M&D wine.

With Camila, I was able to find out who Elias was. This was my father's rival whose wine Harley was known before my father's but he disappeared a few weeks after the case of the Dawson was closed after finding him innocent of all charges.

We have been tracing him for twenty one years and once and for all, we found him in London.

The man is wise because he doesn't go with his name anymore Peterson but he goes by Perkins. We are not yet sure with our findings if it is really him but Friday will decide. I can't wait to destroy his life, piece by piece just like he did to me. I won't make it easy for him because I want him to suffer more than he could imagine.

We didn't find much about him except that he lives in the outskirts of London, a small town of Yorkshire. He is a very private man so we didn't get as much as we expected.

I just want to destroy his life once and for all, for all the pain he has caused m