Glorious Hate

Emotional Supporter<3 Ophelia

The first thing you notice is the extravagant golden door shining in the face of the sun. And then your eyes start looking up counting the never ending floors. Fifty four floors to be exact. But I know that because I am the owner of the building. THE C company as stated by the big black and blue letters at the top of the building.

Putting all that aside, I bet you are wondering why my company is called THE C and there is a really simple answer for that. The thing is,that was the only way my genius of a father could show off his riches.

To elaborate on my statement, my father built five companies in the capital cities of different countries and named them by letters which makes one word. THE C-R-O-W-N.

Walking inside the building, I go into my personal elevator ignoring all the greetings from my employees.  What can I say, I am not a people person if you haven't noticed.

When I get to my office, I find my assistant sitting behind her desk with the landline attached to her ear but as soon as she sees me, she puts the phone aside.

"Good morning Miss Violet, Mr Godwin is requesting a chat with you." She respectfully says.

"Let him through." When I get into my office, I go straight for my landline.

"I hope this is important because I don't have time." I announce.

"Uh, yeah_yeah, uh, I was thinking,"  that is never a good sign.  "i_if you wanted to_to go shopping f_for_for the stuff that I broke from your desk."

There is something so off about this Ryder guy. Call me paranoid but I know that I am right. With the way that I treat him, you would think that he would have given up ages ago but he keeps on trying to build something positive between us. There is no one. I repeat, there is no one who is that persistent unless there is something in it for them. What better way to do it than spending time with him.

" Be here by two o'clock sharp."

 It will also be fun to see try to pay for the stuff that he broke from my desk even though I know he can't even afford a pen that I own.

"In the afternoon?"

I really don't need to answer that.

Ryder's POV

I enter Ophelia's company after parking my car out in the front because we aren't going to stay here that long seeing as it already is two o'clock. I go straight to the reception and ask her to tell Ophelia about my arrival; which she does so I go to sit in the lounge. 

After fifty two minutes of me thinking that Ophelia was bailing on me, I finally see her making her way to the entrance completely oblivious to my existence. I run after her and she finally waits when she is outside, standing next to where I had parked my BMW. But thing it isn't there anymore.

"Are we walking or something? Where's your chauffeur?" I would have laughed about me having a chauffeur if this situation wasn't so gut wrenching. 

Where's my car?

"Wait, your car was parked here right?" I only nod as I can't find words to say.

"For how long?" she asks.

"I don't know, you're the one who was late." My response comes out more aggressive as I frantically run my hand through my hair.

"This is much worse than I thought. Did you even read that sign?" She points at the yellow sign on a post a little bit further from where I had parked my car but completely visible when you pay attention; which I clearly didn't.

But now that I am paying attention, I wish this would be a dream.

                                     CLAMPING ZONE

                                  £900 RELEASE FEE.

"f**k! f**k! f**k!" I notice that some people are now crowded, taking pictures of Ophelia but people who I think are Ophelia's guards I trying to tell them to keep moving  but I give zero f***s about what the hell is going on. I find myself crouching with my face in my hands. I feel someone remove my hands from my face and I come face to face with Ophelia.

"I think this is a sign that you need a new car. I bet your car was so out of style anyways." She gives me a peck on my lips as she takes my hand in hers and helps me stand up. Before I think twice, I find myself hugging Ophelia.

What can I say? 

I need emotional support.

Ya'll will never in a million years understand the sweat and tears that I lost in the process of writing this chapter as it was deleted twice and I just did the re write in a few minutes because I really wanted to release this chapter so I apologise for any mistakes you spot.

Lysm-N xxx