Stupid Girl

Inside the President's room, it seemed like a storm was brewing. Everyone who had entered there was scolded for no reason at all. Within the next hour or so, everyone in the company knew that their boss was in a foul mood today. They thought it must have been related to the meeting.

Somehow, everyone in the company had gotten a whiff of what had happened in the meeting earlier that day.

It was soon lunch time and Bella came in to know his preferences, but instead was returned with a reason for not being hungry.

Usually, no matter how bad of a mood Adam was in, he would never skip his meals. But today was different. He had never thought that someone could make him so infuriated. He was in a fume.

For the first time in his life he had been accused of something he didn't even commit, and that too by the only girl he had ever liked so far in his life.

'How could she do that? How could she think so badly of me?' Adam was having a monologue with himself.

He had so much work to do yet he wasn't in the mood to. As a result, a pile of files was placed on his office desk to his left, untouched.

He had asked Bella earlier after creating havoc, to take care of his desk before he went to take care of his wounds, which actually meant just pouring water over them.

'I have never felt like this before. If it would have some other person, I would have fired him or her on the spot. But I couldn't bring myself to do it to her.' He contemplated. 

He was more infuriated because of himself. He had scared the poor girl back then. 'She must have been scared by my outburst.' He thought to himself. 

He couldn't help but run his hands through his hairs in frustration. 'How am I going to face her now and make it up to her?

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In another office on the same floor, a girl was sitting in her chair before her desk, sulking like a little child who has been deprived of his candy. 

She was pouting looking at the file before her. She wasn't in the mood to work after what had happened, or more specifically, after what she had done.

She had scolded herself multiple times since for the nonsense she had spouted before Adam. It wasn't her fault though. Well, not completely. 

No one had treated her well without their own underlying motives since her parents' had passed away. Adam was the first one after them. So she couldn't help but panic and spouted whatever came to her mouth.

He had been so good to her. She shouldn't have treated him like that instead of being thankful.

"You stupid girl! How could you do that? Are you blind? Can't you see how well he treats you? And what did you do in return, huh? You hurt him." She muttered under her breath, scolding herself. 

She could still see his hurt expression before her eyes, she remembered it too well. Moreover, when he had punched the door with so much force, she was startled for a minute but when her gaze fell on his hand, she was scared. Not for herself but for him, she had seen the bruises on his hand.

Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, looking at the ceiling of her office. 

"Stella, you are in the wrong here. Not only did you hurt him but you made him hurt himself. He had every right to fire you from the job but he didn't. You have to talk to him and apologize." She tried to gather courage to undo the wrong she had done.

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*Back to the President's office*

It was already late in the evening. Everyone had already left, or that was what Adam thought.

"Grrr…" a low sound came from his stomach making him sigh. 'I should definitely eat something now.' 

He came out of the bedroom to his office in an unkempt state. His hairs were disheveled, his coat was lying somewhere in the room, his cuffs were undone and folded up to his elbows, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone and his dress shirt was no more tucked in properly in his pants. But still he was a feast for the eyes. He didn't look any less than a model.

Just as he was heading for the door, it opened from outside and in came the little lady who has been messing with his mind for the entire day. She had a first aid box in her hands.

'Why hasn't she gone home yet? And what is she doing with that first aid box? Is she injured?' His eyes looked for an injury on her but couldn't find it.

Stella finally looked up only to meet a pair of gray eyes scrutinizing her.

"Sir? How's your hand?" She asked him.

"Why does it concern you?" He couldn't help but scoff.

"You are right, it doesn't. But you should get it treated or else it might get infected." She said looking at his right hand. She could see that he hadn't treated it yet.

"That doesn't concern you either." He replied with a smirk.

She pursed her lips, still looking at his hand. It had scratches and cuts that weren't there before. Of course, a single punch on a door couldn't have caused them. 

Her gaze then landed on his office desk. Most of the stuff has been replaced by new ones. She could have a rough idea of what might have caused those cuts and scratches.

She looked up at him with her crestfallen expressions. 

Adam couldn't help but look back into her eyes. His heart was starting to melt looking at her expressions. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand against her much longer, so he walked past her and headed to the door, ignoring her.

But as soon as he was right before the door, he felt a tug on his shirt. He turned his head sideways only to find Stella holding the back of his shirt with her right hand.