The Devil and Her Perfectionist Boss

CHAPTER ONE: THE PERFECTIONIST CHRISTINE’S POV “I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED.” My parents are having their breakfast as I interrupted them angrily. The idea makes me sick but my father appears is unconcerned about me and my mother’s eyes who is looking at me intently made me stop. Early in the morning I received an email that I will be getting married in one of the Casadena Empire stakeholders which is Isaac, my friend who is currently handling. But it isn’t Isaac. It is the Ian Gabrielle Casadena, The Devil, the man that most of in my father business getting scared off. And I am angry to the fact that I am marrying someone else for f*****g business. All my life, I am devoted on them. Doing my works, academic and even anything they want me to do. I am doing it without making them look bad in front of the people. And now I am a woman, who has my own magazine company, my own home, and living my whole life being independent on me. Is one thing that I am proud of. No one can make me feel of a less. Even my own father. “Who says you can't?” It was my father. The sound of its cup lingers in the atmosphere. As I raised my chin up and telling myself that this is where I am going to prove that they can’t control my life. And there is no turning back. “Me. Because it was my life and it will never ever be yours.” I said, and little did I know I was slapped by my own father. It was the first time that I stood up for myself in front of my parents and this is I would receive. A slap full of hatred. “It was me who had control of your own life. It was me and your mom. So, you better know that you will obey us. Christine” He looked at the man that he was calling father. But he didn't see anything that could resemble him. He changed into a man who is full of arrogance. I let my tears fall as I sat on the table and ate. I know that my mom made the breakfast because it has my favorite bacon and pancakes. The maid is looking at me with their pity eyes but I didn’t have the strength to look at them. So, I sat down and decided to eat the food. This is a blessing Afterall but I am saying to myself that I am not letting them to control me. “Mom, thanks for the food. I'm heading to my office now.” I bid my goodbye and kissed my mom's head. My mom was going to say something but she knew that this was not the best time. I started my car. And go to my office wherein I am the boss. A perfectionist boss that they are afraid of. I am wearing my usual red sleeve dress with a white coat and a pair of black heels, sunglasses and red lipstick. Red is everything to me. It is my identity that no one can take off. I am a vintage and no one can take me down and red is my thing. And taming them is one of it. “Good morning, Mam.” the security greeted me. And I used my hand as an answer. I walked into the elevator and saw people talking and laughing. But when they feel my presence, they become quiet. Intimidating indeed. But no one cares about how I am feeling. This is my masterpiece. Ignoring people and becoming almighty to them. Everyone is afraid of me. As usual, I greeted them and didn't give them any glance. But somehow under my glasses I saw someone looking at my cheeks. Because of the feeling, I felt I didn't do anything on my reddened cheeks. “It was slapped by my father.” I said and that's when the elevator opened to their office. An employee's office. No one dares to talk when the elevator closes. And I take off my glasses and looks at my cheeks. “It has nothing to compare to my pain.” When the elevator stopped on the floor wherein my office is located. A beautiful view of the city contemplates my office and those plants that gave my peace and my coffee machine that makes a sound that makes my smile at least. “Coffee never fails to amaze me.” I said and walked to my desk and did my paperwork. Being a magazine CEO is something that I has always wanted since I was a kid. I like having a photoshoot and brainstorming on how they can make something beautiful. Because once in my life. I want my life to become more creative and colorful. — I spends my whole day organizing and doing my paperwork so that I won't be stuck on the weekend in my office. I am planning to go somewhere in Boston to get some fresh air. It's been a decade since I left my own place. “Someone is getting slapped?” Isabella rushed into my office with my fries. Isabella is one of those people that know my true self. I didn't have the time to tell her because she knew. Isabella knows. Ella knows. She took a seat in front of my desk that was empty because I am workaholic who knows only work and nothing but work. “Father,” I said, take the fries and dip them in the ketchup. I looked at Isabella who was pacing outside and getting angry. She is my person. “Your father is such an argh!!” Isabella shouts and gets her phone to call someone. "I needed a VIP room and hard liquor," Isabella said and giggled at someone I was talking to. It seemed like my friend was having a blast night again. Me and Isabella have been friends since college. My father doesn't want me to have friends, but only Isabella is brave enough to go against my father. It makes my teenage life an exciting one. I had a drink and had a conversation with a stranger at the same time, graduating with Isabella with flying colors. It was easy. But it was one hell of a hell experience. "Drinking again, young woman?" I asked and sipped my third coffee of the day. I sabella looked at me happily and I knew what that meant. And now we are driving into a bar to help me to ease my mind again. I am now wearing a red satin dress and white coat. Looking so elegant. While Isabella is wearing a thin top and coat as well as jeans that bring her curves. Oh no, this night will be a hell of hangover. "It's time for you to get laid." Isabella said and that was my cue to forget about being a daughter and, as well, head of my company. I'm just going to dance my heart out and forget the life that I once lived. "Damn you. Ella." I shouted as the music filled me in.