The Boss in New York

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen:

Have you ever felt like you just wanted to cry because you have no idea what was happening? My date with Brendan turned out to be a soap opera because my so-called grandmother came out of the blue and told me that there's a big will.

"I'm sorry, come again?" I said.

Brendan stayed supportive and held my hand throughout the whole time. I was very thankful that he was here.

"Since you're my first grand daughter, most of my profits will go to you."

I choked on my own saliva. I felt Brendan tense up.

"It can't be," Brendan gasped, taking his hand off of me.

"Deary, I am so sorry," Wendy said sadly.

"What's happening?" I asked. I am really confused.

"Please tell me this isn't happening!" Brendan demanded.

"It has to be done," Wendy said sadly.

"Can someone just please tell me what's going on?" I yelled, standing up, causing a lot of people to stop and stare at me. I didn't know I was panting. I sat down on chair slowly as people resumed to what they were doing.

"Kristine, we can't be together," Brendan said quietly while he wasn’t looking at me. He couldn't look at me. He was looking anywhere else but me.

"What? Why not? I only just had you!" I started, tears were gushing down my face. “I thought I meant a lot to you!”

He stayed silent and I hated how he never said a word.

Wendy gave me a sad smile. "Dear, you're a Garcia whether your last name is Roberts. A Garcia first born and a Johnson first born can't be together."

I shook my head. "That's some stupid treaty. What is this? Romeo and Juliet? This is the 21st Century! People don't do that anymore."

She frowned.

"Come on, Brendan, we're leaving."

"Kristine, stop! I can't go with you. I'm so sorry, I really am.”

I blinked. My heart fell down six feet under. "And to think that you'd do anything for me. You know what? Fine, whatever! I quit my job too. I'm going back to California, too. Good riddance."

With that, I stormed off of the restaurant and hailed myself a cab. None were stopping for me. And then, just my luck, thunder came and there goes the rain.

"Why do you hate me?" I yelled out to no one in particular. I was getting really frustrated. I could feel their eyes on me so I just started walking out in the cold.

It took me about an hour walk back home. I tried avoiding the dodgy alleyways and just stayed out in the open. I knew I was a mess but hell, I didn't give a s**t. I knew I would get sick from the rain and cold but I did not care at all. I couldn't feel anything. I felt numb. I thought he was the one. I guess not.

When I got home, I went straight to the shower. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't move freely. It feels like I'm a computerized robot and a puppet with strings attached on my body. I didn't know what was happening. I took a warm shower and I didn't know how long I was in there for. I got out before as soon as I felt the water get cold.

I got changed and looked at my phone. No texts, no calls. However, what did I expect? For people to bombard me with millions of messages? No, I just wanted him to contact me somehow. To ask if I was okay. Right now I didn't care at all if they came to my door and yelled out 'You've just been punk'd!' But no. None of that nonsense.

I had no idea what to do.

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The next morning I felt like absolute s**t. Somehow, my eyes weren't as puffy as I would've expected. It was probably from oversleeping for more than ten hours.

I checked my phone and saw a text message from a blocked number. My stomach instantly churned. 'Feel free to gather your belongings in the office whenever you please today.'

I groaned. I forgot about my office. I forgot about the few photos I have in there, too. I looked at the time. 11:30. I groggily jumped out of the bed and fixed it. I went to the bathroom and took a nice, long, warm shower.

I got out and got changed into a pair of leather shorts and a thick-strapped lace top. Since I don't work in that place anymore, I couldn't be bothered changing into formal clothing since I no longer worked there. I applied some make-up just enough to cover the bags under my eyes. I blow dried my hair and I was instantly ready. On my way out to the door, I grabbed my black wedges footwear and my necessities into a small shoulder bag.

I hailed a cab and off we went to the J.M.I building. I was very, very, nervous.

In the lobby, I saw Jasmine standing there talking with Chloe. Jasmine saw me instantly. "Kristine, is that you?" She gasped.

I made my way towards them. "Hey guys," I waved a little.

"You sexy little thing. Where are you going to?" Chloe winked.

I shrugged. "To get my things. I don't work here anymore."

They both gasped. "Why not?" She asked.

I sighed. "It's complicated."

Jasmine nodded, understanding the situation. However, Chloe on the other hand, pushed. "Oh my god, how come?"

I shrugged. "I told you, it's complicated."

She glared. "As if. Maybe the whole dating the boss wasn't a good idea."

Jasmine shot her a warning look.

I sarcastically smiled at Chloe. "At least I had a chance compared to you."

Jasmine snorted a laugh.

Chloe looked furious. "Why you little - "

"Stop!" I heard a masculine voice from behind me. "Kris, good, you're here. Brendan is looking for you. Go to his office as soon as you finished packing your stuff," Josh said.

Holy fu -

I just stood there and nodded. "Okay, thanks." I turned back my whole attention to the girls but mostly Jasmine. "Alright, I'll see you guys later?"

Jasmine nodded and gave me a tight hug. "Definitely. Don't be afraid to text me, alright?"

I nodded. "Thanks."

I turned to Chloe and she was still red. "You know, I don't understand how both Johnson's like you. Besides, I'm the prettiest one out of us three."

Jasmine chuckled and I just rolled my eyes. I stepped closer towards her. "Listen here you little slut, at least I have this thing called a nice attitude - which you do not have. Fine, whatever, you're prettier than me but guess what? Your prettiness won't get you anywhere but inside a man's private part. You got me?" I sneered. I was so over this girl's sarcastic movements towards me. It had to stop. "I bet you're jumping from glee right now in your little sadistic head of yours because you can try and gain the brother's attention back again. I bet you, they won't give you a second glance."

Jasmine burst into a huge fit of laughter. Chloe looked speechless. Maybe my words finally sunk in?

I looked at Jasmine and smiled triumphantly. "I'll see you around?"

She nodded. "Definitely."

I gave her one last hug and then gave Chloe a warning look before I walked off to the elevator.

Since my office is right next to his, I was scared. Especially since his windows are always open. The elevator doors opened and I inhaled a huge, deep breath. This was it. I had to do this and get it over and done with.

I confidently walked out of the elevator towards my former office. I could feel people stare at me and most of all, I could feel him stare at me. But right now, all I cared about is not falling straight on my face.

I swiftly looked at him but much to my disappointment, he wasn't looking. Wait, why do I want him to look at me? I shook my head and made my way to my old office.

When I walked in my office, I gasped. My photos with him were nowhere at sight! I felt my eye twitch. I went behind the desk and grabbed my laptop, pens, and papers in a suitcase.

After that, I grabbed the two left remaining pieces of picture frames with my dad and I and my mom and I on the other picture frame.

I walked out of the room and just stood there, everyone was busy doing their work, once again trying to impress Brendan.

I knocked on the door and waited for his gesture to let me in.

"Come in," He mumbled.

I had difficulty opening the door with my nearly full hands but I managed. I have out a huff and walked towards him.

"Take a seat," He ordered.

I simply obliged. I had no time to argue with him. I just wanted to be home and safe away from everyone else.

"I have two things to discuss with you," He started. "Firstly, here is your pay check," He handed me a cheque.

I looked down at it and bit my lip. It was a high amount. I just looked at him and nodded. I wasn't going to tell him 'Thank you', no. If he was going to be a total b***h to me then why the hell would I not be one to him, too?

He cleared his throat. "Secondly, why are you going to the office dressed like that?"

This annoyed me. "That is none of your concern."

He raised his eyebrow. "Actually, it is. If you are to come this this building you should always be dress professionally."

"That wasn't what you told me a while back," I smirked.

He looked at me emotionless. "What we had a while back, Miss Ro - Garcia, should not be brought back."

I stood up and slammed my hand on the table. "What is wrong with you?"

He stayed calm. "Why didn't you tell me you were a Garcia?"

I punched the bridge of my nose. "Did you not hear a single word we said during that dinner last night?"

He wasn't amused. "You could be lying."

That hurt me. I shook my head. "I can't believe you're accusing me of something I don't even like doing. You disgust me, Mr. Johnson," I spat his name. How dare he!

He stood up. He looked at me up and down, making me feel self conscious. He smirked. "Oh please, don't feel like that. It's not like I haven't seen any of it."

"I thought you said to forget about what we had?" I quoted him.

His smirk fell off his face. He walked around his table and stood in front of me. "Huh, what a shame." He was only centimeters apart from me. How dare he use my weakness against him! How dare he stand this close in front of me! My breathing became irregular. "It's such a shame how you're a Garcia. Garcia and Johnson's are arched enemies behind closed doors but in public, we are like close friends. So right now, I am your enemy."

I closed my eyes and focused on making my breathing even.

"I feel extremely sorry for you, however. You make yourself so open to people. You fooled me and my brother. You made us fight for stupid things just because of you," He slowly said, trying to make me suffer.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, I never wanted you. I hated you. You were my worse nightmare ever since I came to this company."

"Yet, you are still here."

"Because unlike you, I am not rude," I spat.

"Don't push me," He warned.

I smirked. "Or what, Johnson?"

He, too, smirked. "Tell me how you wore that scrap pieces of clothing to seduce me back."

I rolled my eyes again. "Please, don't flatter yourself. You're being delusional."

"Or am I?"

I scowled. "I have somewhere else to be after this."

"And may I ask where that is?"

"My apartment," I stated.

He was slightly shocked but he tried to hide it. "Moving on so quickly, I see?"

Did he just call me a slut? I slapped him on the face. Hard. He had it coming. I cannot believe this man! "Yeah, because I realized that I don't need a man to impress me. All I need is myself safe away from harm like you."

With that, I grabbed bent down behind him and grabbed my binging a from the floor, giving him a slight view of my ass without thinking about it. I was certain I heard a slight moan there. I shrugged it off.

I looked at him and smiled sarcastically. "Have a good day, sir." And I left the building. I will never come back here ever again.