Impossible
1028 Words
Jem
"Do I know you?" I pulled my eyebrows down into a puzzled frown and fixed a puzzled look on my face.
His eyes frosted over, and I shivered involuntarily at the icy stare, "What are you doing here?"
Sweat trailed down my spine. I blamed Aspen, I didn't know how it was her fault, but I just knew it was her fault.
"I'm sorry, but have we met?" I repeated, looking confused. I couldn't believe the guy from the gym was my coworker. What were the damn odds? He was going to tell everyone I was a cloth thief and I'd be ostracized or worse, fired!
I held out my hand with a nervous smile, "I'm Jemima Thorne, the new intern, and you?"
He considered my outstretched hand for a second and then his own much larger one enveloped mine, "Nero Montgomery."
I yanked my hand away immediately, my jaw dropping to the ground, "Y-you're Mr. M-Montgo_" I couldn't even get the words out of my throat.
The man who I had stolen his clothes, kissed, and spilled coffee all over was my boss! I knew the universe hated me, but I hadn't known it was to this extent. I saw my internship position going down the drain before my eyes.
"Your shirt," I cried, staring at the large coffee stain on his previously pristine white shirt.
I immediately began to undo the buttons of the shirt, "I'll take it to the dry cleaner, and your gym clothes too and_"
"Do you expect me to spend the rest of my day half naked then?" He drawled tonelessly.
My hands on his shirt froze and blood rose to my face, turning my face into a blazing tomato, "Uh, I- I mean_"
"You've done enough harm for one day, don't you think Miss Thorne."
"Please don't fire me," I whispered, "I really need this position_"
"Don't you have a lucrative job cleaning the men's locker room naked?" Mr. Montgomery asked, "Or was that a lie?"
I gritted my teeth. The bastard knew it was a lie, he was just trying to bury me deeper into this hole I had dug by myself. When I had heard about the ruthless billionaire who owned Skyline, the multibillion real estate company, I had envisioned some ancient guy with receding hair line and a beer belly.
Nero Montgomery's hair was full and lush, he was older but far from being ancient, and I had had a front row seat to count the number of abs he sported.
"Miss Thorne, what do you think you're doing?" A woman's sharp voice asked from behind me.
I turned to see the head of HR approaching me. And she didn't look pleased at all. I followed her gaze to where my hand was still on my new boss's half opened shirt. I jumped away like I had been stung, and immediately started praying for the ground to open and swallow me up.
As for my will, my iPhone charger, winnie the pooh blanket and the twenty two dollars in my account could go to Aspen.
"I'm so sorry sir," the woman immediately apologized, "She's the new intern, but I'll fire her immediately and employ someone else."
Just then, Mr. Montgomery's phone began to ring. Without another word, he walked away, leaving me and the blonde woman.
"It was an accident," I blurted out.
"Pack your things and never step foot in this office again," she snarled.
Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to give her the satisfaction. Nodding, I hurried down the hall to the nearest bathroom. The tears let loose as soon as I was away from prying eyes.
Apparently, I couldn't even cry in peace, because at that moment, my phone began to buzz. I pulled it out of my bag angrily, intent on hanging up, but the Caller ID gave me a pause.
What did she want?
"Hello, mommy," I gritted out.
"Don't be impudent," she said in that condescending voice she liked to speak to me with.
"So sorry, but I'm not in the mood for our weekly invigorating conversations," I bit out.
My step mother chuckled, "It seems you've begun to grow wings. Oh darling, I can't wait to clip those wings all over again."
A shiver ran through me and my hands became clammy, "W-what do you want?"
Maeve Fisher, my step mother was the most evil woman in the planet. Cinderella's step mother took notes from her. After my father's death two years ago, she had taken control of his company, houses and properties. In the blink of an eye, I had gone from having everything to having nothing.
Unfortunately for her though, I turned twenty one in eighty three days, and the company and money would revert back to me on my twenty first birthday.
I couldn't wait to see the last of Maeve.
"You'll come home this Saturday." She ordered.
"I didn't know you missed me," I snarked, "anyway I'm busy. Sorry, but I won't be able to make it this Saturday."
She made an amused sound at the back of her throat. I had never heard her laugh in the six years I had known her. I guess nothing was all that funny when you were the evil incarnate of Jezebel.
"Are you sure?" She said, "That's too bad dear, I was even going to permit you to pay her a visit. You know, Jemima, funds are really tight now, I don't know if I can continue to spend so much on her. Especially since you're so ungrateful for all my help."
I began to tremble, blood roaring in my skull, "You're a monster."
"Buy a nice dress when you're coming on Saturday. Try not to embarrass me anymore than your presence already will."
My eyebrows furrowed with genuine confusion, "What's happening on Saturday? Why do you want me there?"
Maeve hated me so much that she had warned me to never think of setting foot in New York until I turned twenty one. It was shocking to hear her suddenly demand my presence.
She made an irritated sound, "I'm getting married, darling."
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