Being Rejected Hurts But Revenge

Kylie's POV

Sara took out the final thing from the box and placed her Paris-winter snow globe on the bedside table neatly as she hummed the tune of Back To Life.

"And I'm bringing you back.. to life.. OOOoooOOhhhhh…"

"And what are you singing now?" Clara discreetly asked as she furrowed her eyebrows. Penelope stood tall in her five inch heels adding to her 5'3'' height. Her long sleek black hair tied into a high bun. The pencil skirt and blue satin shirt only accentuate her petite body. Descended from the African and Asian line, amplifies her rowdy . She placed the handle bag on Sara's table still waiting for her reply.

"Shoes off! Shoes are not welcome in my room!" Sara alarmed.

"Jeez, chill out. It's just shoes girl. Chill!" Penelope took off her shoes, casually threw it outside to the living room then she let herself fall onto Sara bed while Clara gave her a sharp stare.

"So what are you up to, what's the box for?" Clara pointed to the empty card box lying on the floor in Sara's simple and plain bedroom.

"Ohh I just quit." Sara replied lightly, continued tidying up and gave final touches on her table. Clara waited for her friend to elaborate her statement but Sara seemed to be uninterested and continued fiddling with the clips on her table before leaving the room with the dejected Clara.

"Wh- You can't just drop a bomb and leave me dying here just like that! I'm basically scalding here. Spill!" Clara pouted watching her friend walked into the kitchen opening the fridge door.

"Well, I finally quit my job today. You know how I can't stand him any longer. Each minute spent in that office is like taking away my precious years of well-being. And you did not see how extra temperamental he was today. Gosh!" She revolted.

"And with Mamie's condition, I just feel that it's the perfect time to start new." She recalled back to her conversations with her grandmother a few days earlier.

Clara watched as Penelope started to slice the chicken breast into smaller pieces, chopping the garlic and tossing the pasta to a boil.

"Yeah, your grandma surely understand you better than yourself and just wants the best for you. I guess she just wants you to finally pursue your dream rather than having to stand that rude, annoying, arrogant yet handsome, good-looking, attractive, fine, charming, perfect boss of yours. Damn, I would melt just at the sight of him." She trailed off without paying much attention to her friend who has dumbfoundedly dropped her jaws.

"Gosh, were you even listening to me every time I told you how rude he was, or how he just seem to enjoy to humiliate others or how he has no tolerance for any mistake at all. He is just condescending, arrogant, rude and.. and pure evil!" She continued to toss her pasta with much exasperation.

"Damn girl, I heard you alright, and I also happen to remember how he's voted as one of the most wanted bachelor of 2019 and 2018! If only I get the chance to meet him! Ugh!"

They continued to bicker while eating the savoury chicken alfredo pasta that Audrey prepared before making amends and went to their separated rooms.

Sara took a quick shower, changed into her loose tank top and grey shorts then laid herself down on the queen sized bed. Letting her thoughts wonder before drifting to sleep. Reflecting back to the days working for a the Loius corporation straight after graduation and worked her way up to the Managing Director position in an impressive three years' time. The pressure of being impeccable throughout her whole year of being the Managing Director was due to her demanding and insolent boss. Ever since she was promoted to the Managing Director position last year, she was introduced to the sole successor of the Loius corporation, and has been answering to the boss himself, Benard Loius. She relished her time working at Loius Corporation with her co-workers, employer and other staffs. The only thing that is making her hate her work was the CEO himself. Once, she witnessed how her boss threw the files to the floor because it was the wrong file that was brought by his marketing staff. There was also a time when he demeaned her fellow employer for being incompetent and fired him immediately regardless the many years he had worked for Louis Corporation. She felt terrible for Justin as she somehow felt responsible for his dismissal. Her project proposal was chosen over his, while he was discredited and humiliated. Most of the time, she would often stand up to her boss when nobody else even dared to say a word. She cannot comprehend how someone could be so mean to others.

"Excuse me, Mr Louis, perhaps you don't have to make that poor girl cry." Sara flared as she saw Betty, the accountant staff cried her way out of the meeting room.

"Well, she should at least understand the job description of an accountant before she even applied to work as one! Such idiot!" He adamantly stated.

"I simply cannot understand how your mind think, sir." She mumbled.

"That is why, I am here and you are there, Miss Clara. Now, is there anything else regarding this meeting? If not, all other comments can be kept to yourself." He stood up and started walking out of the meeting room.

Sometimes she wondered how she still had her job until now, and slowly her eyes closed, drifting off to sleep.

I should have known that something fishy was up. In some twisted way, I was not as surprised as I ought to be because this had his name written all over him. I was sort of angry because I had not figured it out sooner myself.

I looked at him through furious eyes. "This is some kind of joke right? Why did you do this?"

He smirked. "Is that how you respond to my generous gesture?"

"Generous my ass, Mark. I cannot believe you would do this! I'm so out of here." I turned on my heel to leave but his voice interrupted me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said in a clipped tone.

I whipped my head around so fast, that I could have sworn I heard it crack. "And why would I not be allowed to walk out of here?"

He rose from his chair and walked over to sit in front of his desk.

"Because I said so. I hired you as my P.A and now you're just going to turn the job down? So ungrateful." He said, matter-of-factly.

I just scoffed and turned back around to leave, but what he said this time made me stop dead in my tracks.

"Walk out that door, and I guarantee that you'll never work in this country."

I begrudgingly turned back around, and found his gray orbs looking at me in a challenging manner. Oh, so now he was threatening me

"How dare you!" I fumed. "You couldn't possibly do that, moreover I know Mr Smith will call me back some day." I said and Mark laughed

"As a matter of fact, I can. I have enough power and money to crush all your job opportunities in the blink of an eye. I tried being nice, but now you leave me no choice, Kylie."

"Do you think I actually want to work for you, after what you just said. Who do you think you are? You can't just order me around and dictate my life. I'm not your wife anymore!"

"Look," he began, standing up and walking closer to me.

"I get that you despise me and I'm the reason for your financial status. That's why I hired you, so I can make up for all the time wasted these past years. I just want to right my wrongs." He admitted earnestly.

I scoffed once again. "As if I'm gonna believe that crap. Listen, I'm not just gonna accept your oh so generous job offer and be at your beck and call 24/7."

"You have to, and you will. Don't make me follow through with my threat." He voiced icily. By now he was only about a foot away from me.

I threw him a cold look.

"You were a manipulative bastard and I see you still haven't changed. I wish I'd never met you." I spat venomously.

His deep, and dark laugh resonated in the office. And damn, did it sound so sexy.

"I'm just trying to change your opinion of me but I see you will forever be so damn judgemental."

"And you think literally forcing me to work for you will change anything? It sounds almost as bad as being married to you." Ugh! He always brought out the worst in me.

He stepped even closer, so that now we were face to face.

"You never complained when I was hovering over you, making you writhe with pleasure."

A blush crept all the way up my face, probably making me look like a fire truck. That was just below the belt and utterly embarassing.

"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.