Sereia's POV
T W OÂ D A Y SÂ L A T E R
After locking my car, I entered the Harrington Finance Group building.
There hasn't been any improvement with my father, so I figured it was time to get back to work.
My stomach fluttered when my eyes landed by him standing at the elevator.
He was dressed in an all-black suit as he checked his watch.
I hastened my steps and soon stood beside him.
He looked down at me with a slight, almost undetectable, smile. "Ms. Sinclair."
"Mr. Harrington," I replied with the same expression as we entered the elevator.
When the door closed, he pulled out a cup out of his bag and handed it to me.
"What?" I asked. "You want me to piss in it right here?"
He deadpanned. "No, I want you to go to the bathroom like a normal person. Someone should already be waiting in the bathroom for you."
"I'm clean," I told him.
He slowly brushed his thumb against my bottom lip. "Then you'll have no problems taking the test, hmmm?"
I slapped his hand off my lip. "You don't get to touch me like that. Not after how you treated me."
Guilt instantly flashed on his face. "Sereia, what can I do for you to forgive me."
"Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't feel anything towards me," I told him. "Tell me you don't want this."
He kept his mouth shut as he watched me.
The doors opened and I scoffed before taking a step forward.
He immediately held me back. "Sereia."
"What, Elliot?" I angrily snapped at him.
We hadn't talked about it since it happened and I was thankful because I was embarrassed.
Now, I'm just angry.
He opened his mouth but we were rudely interrupted before he could say anything.
"Hey guys," Olivia's voice cheered. "What's going on here?"
He dropped his hand from my arm.
I began to walk and ignored him calling me in the background.
When I reached the bathroom, there was already a young woman waiting in there for me.
"Ms. Sinclair?" she asked and I nodded.
I walked to the stall and began to close the door, but she stopped me.
"Can I get some privacy please?" I asked with attitude, still angry over Elliot.
"It's," she hesitated. "It's against company policies. People do all sorts of things nowadays."
I groaned as I watched her.
I couldn't blame anyone but myself for being in this situation. I dug my own grave.
"Do you want me to play some ocean sounds?" she asked politely.
"How about you just not talk?" I asked as I pulled down my dress pants.
She nodded as she watched me pee in the cup.
When I was done, I handed her the cup before pulling up my pants and heading to the sink to wash my hands.
"Don't worry," she said. "Mr. Harrington has made it quite clear that he doesn't want anyone else to know about this."
I stayed quiet as I watched the warm water run on my hands.
"I'm Lee Hana," she said before correcting herself. "Ms. Hana Lee. I figured you should know my name since we will be seeing each other often."
I stayed quiet as I felt so embarrassed.
Was Elliot trying to punish me? Having someone watch me pee as a punishment for taking drugs?
"I guess my name isn't that important. I'll give Mr. Harrington your results right away," she said before walking.
"Hana?" I called her first name and she stopped to look at me. "Thanks."
She was kind to me when she didn't have to and I'm being a pain in the ass.
She smiled. "It's no problem, ma'am."
With that, she walked out.
I lifted my chin high before leaving the bathroom as well.
As I passed where the staff worked, I could hear loud shouting.
When I neared, I noticed it was Olivia yelling as she threw papers at them.
"Does no one have any better idea for the team lunch!?" she shouted angrily. "All of these are useless!"
My blood boiled as I watched them flinch.
Did Violet flinch like that too? Did Violet have things thrown at her too?
My fingers rolled into fists as I clenched my jaw.
I've done enough planning. It's time to wreak some havoc in her life.
I stormed into my office and immediately printed a picture of Violet.
Remember me?
The caption was simple and didn't reveal too much information.
When Elliot passed to head to his ten o'clock meeting, she immediately ran behind him.
I used that as my opportunity to place it on her desk.
No one noticed as they were all too busy trying to come up with a 'better theme' for their staff luncheon.
So stupid.
These are people with college degrees.
She returned with a smile on her face and I pretended to be busy in my office.
She paused when she saw the white envelope on her desk.
Soon enough she opened it and her face instantly turned pale.
She blinked five times before glaring at the picture.
"Who wrote this?" she shouted and no one answered. "I asked who wrote this!"
The room became silent, the only thing making noise was the cold air rushing out of the AC vents.
"Was it you Shelly?" she glared at the older woman. "Did you do this?"
The woman trembled. "No, ma'am."
She glared at her as she frantically looked for the perpetrator.
I hid my smile as I watched her lose her mind over the picture of my sister.
Little does she know this is only the beginning of her downfall.
I came here to ruin her and that is exactly what I'm going to do.
"If someone doesn't speak up right now," she started and I walked out of my office. "I'll-"
"You'll what?" I folded my arms as I watched her.
She cleared her throat. "Ms. Sinclair, I'm just having a talk with my staff."
"Does harassment mean talking?" I asked. "Because that's exactly what you are doing and the last time I checked, it's against company policy. Do I need to have a chat with Mr. Harrington?"
She stayed quiet as she watched me with anger.
Elliot might be her husband but in this situation, I was her superior.
I stepped closer to her, towering over her. "I asked a question, answer it."
"No, Ms. Sinclair," she said with gritted teeth, gradually fuming with each word.
I smiled in satisfaction. "Great now get back to work."
Her eye twitched a little as she watched me.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" I asked, getting high off my own power.
She turned away and returned to her desk.
"Thank you," Ms. Miller mouthed to me and I winked before walking away.
As I walked down the hall, I crashed into him.
His meeting had probably just finished.
"Sereia," his voice still filled with guilt.
"Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Harrington?"
I could see the hint of hurt on his face when I didn't say Elliot.
"If you have nothing to say to me, I'll take my leave," I told him as I walked back to my office.
I can't be blinded by feelings, especially ones he won't reciprocate.
I'd gotten what I needed from him, so I need to just forget about him.
My revenge is in progress and from Olivia's little reaction today, something tells me that she'll explode when she finds out who I am.
The best thing I can do right now is focus on perfectly executing my plan so that Violet can finally be at peace.
So I can be at peace.
I've already started looking at houses in Maine.
So far I haven't seen anything I liked, but that's still good news for me.
It means I have to find more time searching and less time overthinking.
From now on, I need to distract myself and keep my distance from him.