“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
I gripped my cell phone and steeled my gut. I needed this job. Even if I only kept it for a few weeks to get ahead on my bills, I needed it. So what if the job wasn’t a long-term job? As long as I didn’t lose my measly, rundown apartment, did it really matter?
“Maybe he’s forgotten all about it,” I whispered to myself.
Or, maybe he hired me the second he saw my name just so he could continue torturing me as an adult.
I really hate my fucking sister and her bullshit antics sometimes.
2
Jospeh
As I satin my leather office chair with my hands folded on top of my desk, I stared at the space where she had once been standing.
I glared at the imprint on the glass her foggy breath had made as she tried effortlessly to perfect her tainted makeup and I wanted to strangle whoever the fuck in H.R. had hired her.
From now on, I vet everyone who’s hired at my company.
I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Maybe this wasn’t who I thought it was. Maybe this new hire just looked like Becca. But, in the back of my mind, I knew that wasn’t true.
My past had finally found me again.
“Fucking hell,” I growled to myself.
I watched as a shadow came around the corner of the hallway before her figure appeared once more. She had changed so much, and yet not one bit at the same time. She still had her plump figure with thighs that never breathed since they constantly rubbed together. Her hair was still a wild mess of fly-aways at the crown of her forehead. She still couldn’t do her makeup and she still wore that stupid “deer-in-headlights” expression on her face.
Or maybe that was simply because she didn’t want to see me.
Just like I never wanted to see her, or that fucking sister of hers, ever again.
A knock came at my door and I called out to the person behind it, beckoning them to come into my personal space. I crossed my leg over my knee as the door eased itself open and I smelled her cucumber melon body spray even before she entered.
Is she really still wearing the same shit from high school?
“You wanted to see me before I get started, sir?”
Her voice. I’d never forget her voice. Light and sparkling, but with a strength beneath the tones of her voice that filled it out, like the way her curves filled out her clothes. I raked my eyes down her body, drinking in the woman she had grown into. But, as my eyes made their way back to hers, an all-consuming rage filled me from head to toe.
There’s no way in hell I can ever work with this woman.
“Sit,” I said, holding my hand out to the chair in front of my desk.
Becca paused for a second before closing my office door behind her and she did as I asked. I saw how nervous she was and that only served to fill me with glee. She needed to be nervous. Did she not do a lick of fucking research before applying for the opening of my business’s accountant?
Apparently not.
And I didn’t like someone who didn’t do their goddamn research.
As she sat there and stared at me, I found myself contemptuously hating her. Everything from her meek expression to her cheap clothes to her fucked-up makeup all the way down to her stained heels. I mean, did she fucking roll around in a sewer before appearing for her first day of work? Did this bitch not understand how to make a decent first impression?
I thought I had gotten rid of my rage a long time ago. But, as it washed over me and dragged me under, I had no idea what the hell to do with it.
And judging by the fear rushing behind her eyes, she had no idea, either.
“You’re my new accountant?” I asked.
She clutched her purse in front of her. “Yes, sir.”
