Glorious Hate

You are Fired<3 Ryder

When I open my eyes, my vision is in line with the light streaming through the transparent curtains in my room. During the process of fully awakening; I feel a sharp pain in my head as if I'm being rapidly poked with thousand tiny needles.

I get out of my bed and slowly make my way down to the kitchen so that I can have some Aspirin.

When I finish having a quick shower, the landline next to my bed starts ringing; I walk over to it and put it onto my hear only to be welcomed by a booming, shrieking, annoying voice that successfully worsens my hangover, if that's even possible.

"Where the hell are you? You are three hours late, man!" Really Tony? Is this barking necessary?

"What do you want?" I ask in a calm but firm way highlighting that I am in no mood to deal with this right now.

"Its not what I want! Its what Miss Violet wants." At the mention of Ophelia Violet, my hangover seems to have been cured.

"What did she want?"

"She wants to schedule another interview and she also summoned you to her office."

Amazing. Now that she has given me a head start, I only have to find the perfect way to woe her so that she can fall in love with me. I need her to trust me well enough to tell me about her past and why she became emotionally inhuman. Maybe I judge her harshly because I don't understand her and what she has been through so I need to know her.

"Hello, are you still there?" Tony's voice comes out soft this time.

"Tell her I will be there in 20." I punctuate my statement by hanging up dismissing any potential and unwanted conversation.

Let's start our plan by wearing something gentlemanly today.

Ophelia's POV

I didn't believe Ryder was in the right state of mind to give me his correct address last night because of how much he had drunk; to save us the trouble of getting lost, I called my driver to drive us to the office so that I could get access to the documents that have Ryder's home address.

When we got to his house, I had searched his pockets where I luckily found the keys all the while he was blabbering about confessing love for one of his work colleagues.

Before going back to the car, I made sure that he was comfortable in his bed e.g. removing his shoes and putting him under the duvet, which was a battle as he was heavy as a lead.

Though I have to say that I am disappointed in myself. The stupidity that I put myself every time I go to the club should never be repeated; that's not me, I am should stick to wearing make up, green contacts and a wig. Going out with neither of these things makes me feel like I am something inhuman and powerless because I am not as attractive or pretty enough.

Going out without these things makes me feel insecure and I definitely hate feeling that way.

A knock on my office door brings me back to reality.

"Come in." My assistant emerges through the door and informs me of Mr Godwinson's presence.

"Send him in." Not a second after she has left, another knock is heard.

"Come in!" This time my tone reflects the feeling of irritation.

"Good morning Miss Violet." I look up from the contract I was about to sign only to find a smiling Mr Godwin wrapped in a black suit with his hair slicked back by some gel.

"You may take a seat."

"Thank you." He states as he sits on the leather chair that is on the opposite side of me.

"Why is it I found out about you publishing the interview video from my assistant." The lie comes out smoothly. I had been stalking his channel yesterday after I had dropped him off so that I could get an insight on who I was working with and I just stumbled upon the video but I couldn't tell him that. "I also didn't give you permission to publish it."

"To answer your first question, I didn't get the time to tell you because I was busy."

Yeah, busy playing games with Sunny and getting drunk.

"And to answer your second question, you agreed to the publishment of our interviews through the contract." Confident, aren't we today?

"But there was no policy that stated you could publish the contents without showing me first so I can still sue you and your team." That strips down all his confidence . That was easy.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take it down."

"What if I don't?" He asks as he leans onto my desk. I should not be allowing this banter to go on but I want to see how it ends.

"Then you are fired." I say mimicking his action of leaning onto the desk making the distance between us undeniably short.

"I'm not your employee but your partner."

"A partner who is annoyingly dependent on my success which makes me the boss."

"Fine" I smirk as we keep on starring into each other's souls. He starts leaning in and I just sit there frozen until I start feeling his breath on my face.

What do I do now?