Page 153 of Bastian

That was my mistake.

I was so caught up in my issues with Sebastian and so consumed with hate that I slipped up.

Now, I intend to rectify it.

Placing the news article that mocks Sebastian’s childhood trauma down on my desk, I inhale and exhale, slowly trying to calm myself to not hurt Baby Kenton.

It’s the first time in months that I’ve come to the office.

I didn’t want to leave my little bubble, not so soon, but for him, I did.

Someone fucked with him, and that is unacceptable.

Knock, knock.

Show time.

I turn my face to watch Nessa knocking on the glass door with a smile on her face. A smile that seems too damn friendly now that I am noticing it. I should have known. No one sane is that damn happy.

I gesture for her to come in, and her smile falters when she sees Benjamin standing in the far corner of the room with his arms crossed over his chest and a pissed as fuck look on his face.

He is pissed.

Understandably so.

Nessa fucked with me and Sebastian. She’s lucky Benjamin is not throwing her out the window right about now.

“You wanted to see me, boss?” To her credit, she keeps her voice steady and her head held high.

Leaning forward, I pick up the offending news article and throw it inside the box that’s sitting on top of my desk, then I push it towards her. “I am not even going to ask why because I honestly don’t care about your reasons for going against me and posting slanders about a sitting president. Just grab your things and get out.” I tell her calmly, keeping my cool.

Go off on the sneaky bitch… the vicious little devil on my shoulder whispers.

Why should I go down to her level? Besides, ruining her career is more than enough.

At least bitch-slap her.

Ignoring the little voice, I keep my attention trained on Nessa.

Her eyes grow big in realization the second she catches on. She’s been found out. “I don’t know what you think, Aria–”

So now I am Arianna and not her boss.

Nope.

Shaking my head, I stop her, not wanting to hear her sorry excuses.

Two security guards knock on my door before entering. Then Benjamin moves towards my desk, grabs the box filled with her office things, and hands it to one of the guards.

“Gentlemen, please be so kind as to escort Miss Adams out of the premises.” I tell them in a bored tone. The second I do, Nessa’s victim facade disappears, and the ugly little bitch inside comes to the surface. Furious eyes with so much hate in them look from the guards back to me. How did I miss this side of her? I don’t know, but it is a mistake I won’t be making twice. This is the reason why I am not a woman with female friends. Truthfully, some women are worse than rats. “I wrote the truth, not a single sentence in that article is a lie.” She seethes while I remain to look at her in complete boredom. Motioning to the guards to get her out, I watch as they grab both her arms at the same time she furiously shakes them off. “I’ll go. The damage is done anyway.” She laughs, proud of what she did.

Tsk, tsk… and here I thought she actually had a brain.

Life keeps proving to me that some humans have more air than they do brains inside of their big heads.

Rising from my seat, I button my red blazer over my belly and walk towards her. Once I am a few feet away from her, not getting too close because I won’t ever put my baby at risk when this girl is clearly a loose cannon, and I don’t know what she’s capable of.

“You did nothing, Nessa. Absolutely nothing but make the public pity and love the man more. You tried, though. I’ll give you that, but as expected, you failed. The Washington Weakly already put out a statement debunking your lies and honey…” There’s ice in my tone and hate in my gaze as I carry on. “I will bury you and your career for what you did. Trust that.”

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