A substitute to my Mafia boss

“I can't do this with you anymore! You bring girls to our home, you steal money from me, you come to my office and choose to cause a scene! You're one retard, issac. And you don't get to break up with me. I am breaking up with you. Now leave!” I yelled. My nostrils flared with anger and my blood boiled beneath my skin. I was way above being pissed off. My cheeks flushed from how much I had shouted in just one afternoon alone and my eyes stung from how much I tried to hold my tears back. “Have it your way then! Remember I was the one who gave you this job, the house, the clothes, shoes and bags, Emily. I can take it all back with the snap of a finger,” my dumb ex-boyfriend said, snapping his fingers. Isaac took a step closer. “Just like that, babe. Just like that.” Looking at him so up close at a moment like this, I felt disgusted. That same mouth that I adored for months now looked like a place where garbage belonged. His sandy blonde hair that ran down to his shoulders made him look like some obnoxious fool and not the guy that I had fallen for all those months back. I really thought that we could stay together and even have a family some day, but I was wrong. All those days when I ignored the cheating, the lies, and the dumb excuses just brought me closer to my own undoing. Now, I couldn't bring myself to stand his bullshit anymore. I was beyond done. I didn't deserve any of this. The longer I stared at Isaac, the more my anger increased. Overcome by rage, I flung my hand in the air until my fingers landed on his face with a loud sound. In shock, Isaac held his cheek and took a step back. “That's for thinking you own me and my money, you bastard!” I yelled. “That's for thinking that just because you did me some favors in the beginning I now owe you!” I yelled even louder. “And lastly, that's for sleeping with my sister you pervert!” I was almost screaming at this point and my entire body reverberated from the impact. Isaac’s eyes were wide with fear and I reveled in it. For a brief moment, I felt powerful. I felt like I could do anything. “We're done, you are a mad woman. Say good bye to this job,” Isaac muttered before leaving. I scoffed. “Do your worst, road kill!” My chest heaved as I tried to calm down. The adrenaline I once felt surging all through me, slowly subsided. When I looked around, I saw my co-workers staring at me with looks of concern etched on their faces. It made me suddenly feel self-conscious, but I wasn't willing to show that to anyone. I had promised myself long ago that no one would ever see me at my weakest and I was not about to change that now. “What are you looking at, huh? Never seen a woman get rid of trash before?!” I yelled at them. Unfortunately for me, my words only caused them to look more worried. Perhaps they thought I was mad just like Isaac did, but I'd rather be called a mad woman any day than be referred to as weak or pathetic. Adjusting my clothes and trying to look presentable once more, I decided to change my choice of words. “Please get back to work everyone. The boss has his wedding today and he expects us all to make sure that everything is perfect and in tact while he's away. So, carry on now,” I said in a calmer tone this time. However, it seemed as though the damage had already been done. Everyone still had that incredulous look in their eyes. As I studied my co-workers a bit more, I came to notice that it wasn't just a look of concern they had. Upon observing them a bit more, I noticed just how terrified they looked. Perfect! I had gone from looking like a mad woman to a scary woman just in a matter of a few seconds. “Fine, if you don't want to work it's your funeral. I still need to work to put food on my table.” Turning around to get to my table, I nearly received the greatest shock of my life. I was this close to giving up the ghost. He was standing right behind me all this time and nobody told me. Not a damn soul. Standing right before me was the very essence of Queens Hotel — Ander Smith. My blood ran cold and it seemed as though all the confidence I had skillfully wielded all those moments ago had run out. I wanted to run. No, I wanted the floor beneath me to open up and take me whole. Maybe I would be losing my job a lot faster than I had initially intended. Isaac’s words were coming back to haunt me after all. “Emily, come with me,” he said in a cool and collected tone although nothing about him looked cool or collected. Mr. Smith’s good looks aside, I could tell something was off. His tie was shifted to the side, his jet black hair looked like he had ruffled it one too many times yet it only added to his visual appeal and then there were his eyes. They didn't look as kind as they usually were. Today, those blue orbs looked as cold as ice. Mr. Smith turned and began to move. Like an obedient dog, scared to displease his master, I followed him from behind. He led me to his office and as I entered, I shut the door behind me. “Sir, I can explain. I don't know how much you saw downstairs but it isn't my fault I promise. That stupid jerk that left was my ex and he was being so abusive to me. He even had the guts to show up here at my work place and try to embarrass me in front of anyone even though he is the one who has put me through hell and-” “Shut up!” Mr. smith yelled making me jump slightly. I fidgeted with my hands and kept my head down waiting for him to say those two words I've heard so many times before. “I'll let this slide if you do me a favor,” he said calmly. With an eyebrow arched, I looked up. Those words weren't the ones I expected. I had expected something along the lines of 'You're fired!’ “W-what?” “Don't act deaf. We both know that you're smart and that you can hear everything clearly.” His words definitely hurt my ego, but I let it go. He was the one with full power here. “I'm sorry, Sir. What's the deal?” “You and I get married now and, I'll forget that any of this ever happened.”