Sereia's POV
I watched the garage's electronic door close as heavy droplets of rain fell on the roof.
Elliot was right. Chicago traffic was heavy when it rained.
I had spent my last four years in Vermont so I forgot what it was like to be here.
As soon as I opened the door to my kitchen, I kicked off my shoes and placed my bag on the countertop.
My stomach entered a competition with the thunder as it roared loudly.
I was so hungry. I didn't eat all day.
I checked the cupboards, hoping to find something to eat but they were all empty.
Great, I needed to go grocery shopping too.
I held my stomach as it continued to release the most ungodly sounds.
I then opened the fridge and grabbed the leftovers from yesterday before placing them in the microwave.
As my food heated, I took off my jacket and placed it beside my bag on the countertop.
Instantly guilt and regret hit me when my fingers ran on the spot where I constantly injected my needles.
I can only imagine the look of disappointment Violet would have had on her face.
When the microwave went off, I snapped out of my thoughts and collected my leftover chicken.
As I ate, the rain poured harder.
I could see the lightning flash through my windows before another thunder rolled.
For the first time for the day, my phone received a notification.
I washed my hands before picking it up to see a message.
Blake Harrison: Hey cutie, meet me at The Finest Garden at 7 pm for our date ;)
I smiled as I saved his number.
Now this makes me have three contacts.
Serena, my dad, now him.
My stomach groaned again, letting me know that it wasn't satisfied.
However, I had eaten everything so this will have to do.
I flinched when thunder rolled again.
I never liked storms. They terrified me.
Violet used to always cuddle me in bed until the storm passed. Now, there was no one.
I was thinking about her again.
All I do these days is just think about my dead sister and ache about the manner in which she passed.
I should've stayed at the shelter.
At least I would've had company there. At least I would've had a distraction. At least I wouldn't be as scared as I am now.
But he insisted that I went home.
I wonder why.
Maybe he picked up on the fact that I didn't want to leave and wanted to see me suffer. Maybe he is even more messed up in the head than I thought.
They are all the same.
No matter how good he claims to be.
When put in a tough situation, he'll try to pay his way out like the rest of those rich asses.
I'm going to take down his wife and I'm bringing him down with her.
I'll tempt him until I can tempt no more.
I'll ruin them both.
Compassion?
Ha, there is none of that left in me.
The rain continued to pour heavily and the thunder frightened me each time it struck.
I covered my ears to drown out the sound but it was pointless.
I couldn't escape.
When I drowned out one sound, I began to hear another.
A normal person would just wait until it passed, but I couldn't.
I can't bear any of it.
I stood on my feet like a coward and headed to my bedroom closet, knowing exactly how I planned to handle my situation.
...
I tried my best not to pull the thong out of my ass as I stood beside him while we waited for the elevator.
I don't know how we reach work simultaneously every day, but I'll try my best to keep it up.
Every morning at 9, he stood at the elevator.
He's a very punctual man.
"Good morning," I smiled at him and he gave me a nod as he drank his coffee. "How did the storm treat you?"
"Eh," he shrugged before looking down at me. "You?"
"It was wonderful," I lied through my smile. "I took a long bath before watching some steamy movies."
A chuckle escaped his lips when he heard my last words.
"What?" I asked. "Don't you do that when it rains, sir?"
I took a step closer to him and allowed my sensual, black orchid perfume to linger and intoxicate him.
"I-" he paused as he tried to find words to answer my bold question.
I smiled when I realized that I had gotten in his head.
"I don't," he answered bluntly before the elevator doors finally opened.
My smile dropped and I tried to hide my annoyance as we walked in together.
"I need you to select someone at random to perform a drug test today," he ordered. "And you need to finish sorting those accounts and begin to digitalize the ones we kept."
I bit my tongue so hard out of frustration that I began to taste a metallic flavour in my mouth.
I bit my lip so hard that it was now bleeding.
I was pissed.
He kept giving me tasks that were meant for lower ranks than me.
I'm the director. I'm not supposed to be sitting down doing this bullshit.
This is so unfair.
When I opened my mouth to argue, the elevator doors opened.
Great.
He stepped out and headed straight to his office.
I contemplated whether I should go to my office first or to his and finish off where I left off yesterday.
I eventually decided to go to my office first and check my emails.
When I neared my office, I could hear whispers in the corner.
I paused when I heard my name.
"Why the hell did you hire her?" Olivia's recognizable voice whispered.
"Her resume is impeccable. Why would I not?" a familiar voice whispered back. "Anyone in their right mind would try to get her."
"She dresses better than me," she whined. "And she tried to humiliate me the other day. Who does she think she is sizing me up in front of my employees?"
I stepped closer to see her talking with Mr. Reed.
"Well, I can't do anything about that," he said. "Your husband will get suspicious. He actually seems to like this one. Do you know how hard it was to get him to replace his brother?"
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms.
My eyes widened when he attempted to kiss her.
She turned away. "Not here. Elliot is probably here by now and if he sees us, I'll be heart broken."
He rolled his eyes. "Why can't you just leave him? He doesn't love you like I do."
"Well, I love him," she snapped. "I'll be damned if I lose him. He's my everything."
She began to step away and I quickly ran in the opposite direction.
When I was far out of sight, I stood up to catch my breath.
Every time I find out something new about her, it gets worse.
Now I had to try even harder to gain his trust so that he would believe me.
I fixed myself before walking to his office.
I stared at the empty assistant's desk as I knocked on his door.
Either he needed a new assistant or this one did not care about her work. In both cases, he needed a new assistant.
"Come in," his voice answered and I took no time to open the door.
"Hello Elliot," I smiled as I closed the door behind me.
He leaned back into his seat. "We had a good talk last night, but let's at least act professional at work."
I walked up to his desk and placed my bag on it. "There's nothing professional about me."
"Then I guess we'll have to change that," he entertained my conversation.
Good choice for me, bad for him.
"How do you plan on doing that?" I smiled as I slightly leaned towards him.
He slowly opened his drawer and my heart started beating faster as I tried to figure out what was in there.
He pulled out a stack of papers and placed them in my hands. "I need you to go through these too."
My smile dropped and he stood up.
"I have a meeting now. I expect you to be done by the time I get back," he said before walking out.
I threw the papers across the room as I felt the incoming migrane.
Elliot Harrington is driving me insane.