"So my parents met your uncle in the Paris charity week and they kind of started discussing how you're doing great in the business world but at the same time over exerting yourself in work and not caring about your health so they thought it's about time you settled and found someone to truly take care of you and my parents being the liberals, since this is 21st century it doesn't matter which side proposes the idea, they talked to your uncle about our marriage."

Ok this is bad. What the fucking hell do they think of themselves besides being a bunch of nosy hypocrite hippies, to do that?

I gotta deal with this blonde bimbo and her ancient dumb and dumber, right now, before they make an even bigger mess in my life than a sloppy fucking joe.

I stood from my seat barely concealing my anger that was nearly blazing out of me like scolding ambers when stoking a wood on fire.

Right now I could think of a handful of ways to get rid of this aggravating bunch from my life; and hardly any of them could be considered even remotely legal...or humane.

Practicing my years' worth of strength of will I circled around from my seat to hers and leaned forward, my eyes looked straight into hers where I could see anticipation shine through bright, along with excitement, admiration and a whole lot of uninteresting other emotions; mine were as always holding nothing but the reflection of her own face; nothing can rile up someone better than peering straight into ones eyes and not knowing what goes behind them. And that's what I want to do her. Petrify her shitless; shouldn't be that difficult, when I know to be far poisonous than the damn basilisk.

Stopping just an inch from her face, our noses touching I exhaled on her face and saw her pupils dilate with carnal intentions, stupid girl. "You love me?" I asked her and she replied by nodding her head a little too vigorously. "You want to marry me?" again she nodded her head, this time a smile came upon her lips; hmmm they do look plump this up close; a little treat before the show starts wouldn't hurt anybody, would it? I leaned forward and gave her a kiss she would remember even when she's giving birth to damn twins. She kissed me back with equal fervor. Where my kiss was purely out of opportunity for a quick make out before the break out, hers was full of emotions like lust, pleasure and maybe even...happiness? Let me guess she thinks I kissed her because I reciprocate her so called 'feelings', wishful idiot.

I withdrew after I had my fun and she was full on panting like a cow in my face. Let's get started then, "you know, I just realized, you were never a good kisser", I simply stated maintaining my nose to nose position with her, she looked up wide eye, "Come to think of it, I can recall a few who ever better than you in all accounts, yet they all ended up with an apology card and some flowers that were of my secretary's choice, and you think I will marry you? The only reason you sit here today is because you got a good boob job done and a better looking ass than a fuckin Kardashian. But if I have to spend more than a day looking at your botox, whining about yet another thing, I'd literally hang you from the ceiling; and to think I'd want to spend my entire life with you? Baby you make me laugh harder than Kevin Hart on pot", she was in utter shock by now, with mouth hanging so low that if it fell any lower she might have to get another uplift.

"But I- I thought you love me-"

"I don't love, hon. I only fuck....and you're not even good at that".

That comment really hit her because i can see her face redden with anger.

"Look, I only tolerated you because I'm a busy man I didn't have time to deal with your obnoxiously whiny fat ass 'cause I knew you'd through a tantrum. But now you've crossed a major line. Don't ever presume you could meddle in my personal life with no regards of consequences because there will be consequence....Grave. Consequences." I emphasized on the word grave to get the point across, whilst glaring at her to be extra sure that even she get the gist of my intentions and kindly get the hell out of here.

She blinked as if she came back from a static state as i moved back from her but still stayed in front of her leaning back on my desk.

She looked up at me and kept looking; what a creep. I raised my brow in question to her stare on me.

"I know why you're doing this Fordy, you are afraid of commitment aren't you? I think you've been hurt before by someone, by some bitch that was only after your money and she broke your heart but sweety-" she quickly got up from her seat and took my face in her hands.

I think she didn't get the hint, did she? Of course, not; what else could I expect from her.

"-I love you for yourself, I don't care about your money I just need you baby I want to marry you and have beautiful vacations together, travel the world together, buy souvenirs from all the places we go, have fancy dinners on rooftops of famous restaurants, attend amazing balls, fashion weeks and so much more; I'll keep you happy, honey, please marry me, I'm not like other girls, I'm not a gold digger." she literally just described the dream of a legit gold digger on my face, and she goes to deny it.

Leave it to a woman to blow you out of your socks?

I pushed her hands away from my face and grabbed both her upper arms to yank her closer, "Tell me how I can translate myself into the moronic language which you understand, you dim-wit. I. Don't. Want. You. Anymore!" I shouted on her face almost losing it. "I can't even stand your presence around me, anymore. How much more do I have to insult you to finally get rid of you?"

I think I'm about to witness some reptile water works. I could see a thin, very thin sheen of liquid cover her pupils, but mostly her pout got my attention; how could I miss her botox pout, its huge.

My eyes softened at her after seeing her on the verge of tears, I think I should say something to her. I grabbed her left cheek tenderly in my right palm and slid my left on her waist, she let out a small whimper when she saw my attitude towards her softened a little, "Hey, are you crying? Please, don't cry Eliza." I caressed her cheek with my thumb; she instantly leaned her face in my hand and looked up into my eyes. "Did I ever tell you that-"

"Tell me what, Ford? That I look beautiful when I cry?" she smiled thru a tear or two.

"No, that the height of your indignity is enough to put Burg Khalifa out of business?" I scoffed on her face and pushed her back; very softly though, it's against my gentleman's nature to hurt women... if no need be.

"Now get the hell out of my office and my life before I humiliate you publicly", I dismissed her and moved back in my chair as she finally turned to leave with her nose flaring and a stubborn angry look.

"Hey, before you leave, mind if I have the number of that cousin of yours? You know, the hotter one. She looked like she could do a lot better with that mouth of hers, than...someone I know", I deliberately said the last part in whisper but also kind of made sure she heard me loud and clear. What can I say; I'm a sucker for pain...only when I'm on the causing side.

Besides what's a little sneering here or a bit of jesting there could do wrong. Harmless mockery is enjoyable; as long as you're not bullying anyone, right?

She stopped in her tracks to turn around and glare at me with all her might. There isn't much fearsome might left when half your face is fake, you know. She did manage to make herself look constipated, though.

She took a few awkward steps forward towards me, almost stomping until she reached a couch in the lounge area where a pillow was grabbed by her and thrown at my face.

Of course I dodged it, it was thrown from the other room by a wimpy little woman; I wouldn't be a man if I didn't.

Although, I have to say, I have never seen her like this before. Truly, hell hath no fury like a woman compared to her hot cousin.

"You! You're gonna regret doing this to me; you hear me!" she was in full on scream mode now, walking back to my desk. Good thing this room is soundproof.

I simply shrugged my shoulders at her and went back to work, a lot of valuable time's been wasted. I'm not gonna entertain her any longer; not even with words.

"You think you're so high and mighty nobody could ever touch you, huh?"

I don't think that. I know that.

"I'm gonna make sure you pay for what you did to me, Ford. What did you think? I don't have any brains? I don't see what goes on around me. Let me prove you wrong, let me tell you that I know what you are doing, the kind of shit you're involved in", ok hold on, what the hell is she talking about?

"yeah, that's right, be scared, Ford-" , excuse me? When did, stoic become the show for fear?

"I know about Fredrick! You remember him?"

Oh come on! It's been two months since I framed him and he still won't leave me alone. What is it; did I accidentally create the next Michael Myers or something? He just keeps popping up.

"I know for a fact that you were looking into him before you even met with him, and not only him but I saw your computer in your room, ford; you were also looking into his fiancée. But you told the police you didn't know anything about Fred's dirty dealings before they told you. Now I don't know why you were looking into his fiancée; maybe you're just a stalking pervert-"

You bet, bitch; I'm worse than a stalking pervert, want me to give you a trailer?

"-but I know that you're motives with Fred were that you were gonna do illegal deals with him, if it wasn't for that lunatic killing his own fiancée before you could have started your dirty business with him, the police would have found out all about it and you'd be in jail. But it's still not too late... I will find a way to prove all that and throw your ass in prison, myself."

I remain as indifferent as I could; although this is an adverse situation she has put me in and I am angry. The more she talks the faster my fuse on self-control is nearing to burst; you better start praying there's no lights out when you're around, Eliza.

"You mark my words, Ford, I will be back." And she left.

I thought I'd be relieved of her good riddance but she only left me fuming in my seat. It's not that I'm worried that dumb cow would find any proof against me, I doubt she can even spell the word 'evidence' even if her life depended on it; I know for a fact she can't prove any of her pointless accusations against me because I really wasn't planning on going into any business with our famous 'Fred the killer', let alone be it anything illegal; I'm completely innocent of her absurd allegations. She can't find proof of something that wasn't ever gonna happen.

However, the actual root of my maddening rage is that good for nothing twit went through my stuff! That bitch can cause me some serious trouble if she runs her mouth in front of the police, especially in front of someone like that Lt. Richards' kind or even any of my enemies.

Her being my girlfriend- ex girlfriend is enough put weight into her testimony against me, and although there isn't any proof for it, it will still give them the reason to investigate me; and that entails court issued warrants to look into my private life, even go through me personal items.

I forbid, if that happens; them finding a thing or two that would not only indicate my much deeper involvement in Jenna Deniro and Fred's case but also in a lot many previous cases they didn't know I was even remotely involved in; although I was the only one actually involved; is inevitable.

I have to do something about her before that loose cannon bring the imminent destruction towards my way.

I need to do with her what I've done to many others before her. The only difference is, this time it's not only about I can and I want, it's also about I need.

I know now what I have to do; she wasn't the only one seeing what goes on around her and that dumb ass didn't even see right; those subtle hints of weed and marijuana whenever she opened her purse around me didn't go unnoticed. But that's just a child's play; I can tell she was into a lot stronger.

All I require is her drug dealer and a weapon, something more suitable for a lady; and we can call it a party, let's call it her farewell party.

Now the question is where can I find that drug dealer?

Think.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I even thinking of thinking, as if I'm some ordinary dumb creature, did she rub off on me that hard?

The answer is as clear as my conscience; her phone history.

I had to make one call, wait 15 minutes and here I was; with her 2 months' worth of complete phone history, perks of being a smooth talking gentleman. And let me tell you, that bitch had a dirtier tongue than Gordon freakin Ramsay.

Anyhow, back to the point, just look for a bunch of shady texts and back to back small duration phone calls, the next time you're searching through your ex's phone history to look for her drug dealer, and you should be good.

I found a number most like to be of her dealer's than using highly helpful 'but slightly illegal' software -let's keep it a secret by the way- I located his whereabouts; a sketchy part of the town, definitely him.

Finding out his name, don't ask me how, it's obvious by now I can do many things; I quickly looked him up to be extra sure.

Alright everything seems to be in order; it's time for some weed action.

I got up from my seat grabbed a few things and left my office in haste, many great things to be done today, no time to waste.

I was about to get into the elevator when my secretary Victoria called from behind, "Sir? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to buy some weed."

For a second there was silence and then I heard a laugh from behind, "ok that was funny but where are you really going, you have a meeting in 15 minutes, sir."

I'm the opposite of the boy who cried wolf.

"I'm stepping out for the day; just push the meetings for today to some other day, will you? Thanks."

"Alright, but what about your dinner meeting with Mr. Musk, sir? You have already canceled with him three times before."

I stepped into the elevator and turned to press the button for basement parking lot.

"Just go to the PR manager and tell them to tweet something appreciative about his hopeless Space X; that ought to make him happy for a few days."

The doors were about closing when Victoria said, "Sir, we still haven't appointed a new PR manager, yet."

It reminds me of that day two months ago when I tried interviewing a few for the position, myself. Oddly I remembered a face from that day; it was different, kind of beautiful but my god! I also remember the personality hidden behind that nearly angelic face was horrid.

We still haven't filled that position yet? Let me make a prediction; somebody from HR is getting fired really soon.

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Her POV:

It been 2 months since my new job started. And it's awesome. I gotta say I didn't have to do much struggle for it in comparison to those new in New York for a job, I guess luck and fortune was on my side and I landed this pertinent job just after a few a days of being rejected by the Zoldyck Enterprizes and I think it's by far the best thing that happened to me in New York.

Honestly after the horrible experience that day at my first job interview with that twat; even if they offered me the job with a double pay scale and ton of extra benefits, I still wouldn't have excepted it.

It's one thing working for an average company but a whole other thing working for a company which most definitely must have a toxic environment because their boss is literally a no witted douche bag; than it doesn't matter whether it's a huge company or how good it could result for your career.

The first thing to look out for is your well-being and nobody could stay in good health with that kind of a guy, he's a walking hazard for people.

My new boss is a nice guy thankfully. Im not saying he's not a douche cause, well, a boss can't be a boss until he's a douche to his underlings but it's not wrong to say he's not anything like Ford the Zol'dick.

And the work environment here is pretty good too, I'm really enjoying working here as a new journalist for their magazine. I get to chase after editors and once I was also entrusted to chase after a story for the editors column. However small it was, at least it was something. You know as they say, a drop after a drop is how the pond is made, or was it the river?

Anyway, today I'm out going after a small story about a poor guy suffering because of our crashing social systems that led him to drugs and other petty crimes. It's for my private journalism and not an official story for the company but maybe I can later get it to publish in a column. And let his side of the story be heard too.

I believe it's important to hear the story from both sides in order to see the whole picture. We often sympathize with those suffering from the drugs or give voice to those female oppressed and hurt by men; I'm not saying it's wrong but nobody ever really try to listen to those men that suffer at the hand of cruel women in the face of an abusive mother, a cheating wife or horrible opportunistic female bosses or ask those who provide these drugs to people, why and what led them to take such actions because nobody is unaware of their deeds wrong or right; it's what drive them to do it, we need to know to truly cure this world of evil.

I'm going to have to take a taxi if I wanna make it to my meeting with him all the way on the other side of the town, in Brooklyn.

I quickly hailed a taxi from right outside my office building and told the driver the address for his house. My phone rang in my pocket, I saw the caller id it was my uncle, picking up I greeted him but instead of answering he just started profusely apologizing of how he won't be able to make it for our dinner out today.

After showing him some attitude as to how he always cancels on me and his job being more important than his only niece I finally let him off the leash when I saw the taxi entering in the dodgy parts of the town and my destination coming to my sight, by that time it was already dark and the street lights in this street were all but gone.

I guess I have to write a story about the biased conditions among the city managements, too.

I paid a rather hefty amount to the taxi; the sacrifices you have to make for the good of humanity.

The taxi left but not before the driver giving me a warning, about the dangers of a young girl like me roaming around these parts of the town alone at night.

Oh come on, I can take care of myself I didn't choose this profession to be scared of a few dark alleys.

Besides I got a pepper spray ready for unfavorable events. What possible could go wrong?

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A\N

See y'all next week, hopefully.

lemme know what you think of this chap.

btw its 3584 word count so...im proud of myself lol