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Avalon Viviette

"No, it's doesn't make sense to do that," I explained to my brother and our business partners.

"Miss Viviette, you do understand that you need to go to New York for-"

"Shut the fuck up." I interrupted. I turn to face my brother and laughed. "I'm not fucking going to New York."

God, why New York.

Here's my thing I use to love New York. I use to think New York was a beautiful place, but let's just say I despise New York now. There are too many bad memories for me there.

Let's not forget that you know who's there. My self-conscience reminds me.

"Good thing it wasn't a choice and it was a fucking requirement." my father says walking in.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. My patience to remain calm is starting to wear thin.

"Oh look at who finally decided to join us," I said sarcastically. My father chuckled while I rolled my eyes.

I turn my head to face my brother who looked so unfazed with this entire situation. He's pissing me off. He knows why I hate New York, so the fact he's not sticking up for me, really aggravated me.

My eyes are glaring into my brother and father. If looks could kill, they both would be dead right now. My father looked so smug knowing that he was getting a reaction out of me.

Everyone was watching us closely to see what was going to happen next.

My mind is racing as I began to think of me going back to a place I worked so hard to stay away from.

Trying to keep myself calm, I walk to the empty seat that was next to where my brother was seated. I stared at him, as I sat down and placed my feet on the table.

I was pissed.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, now staring at the ground. I know we need to go for business and the event but I wish I didn't have to go.

I got up from my previous position and slammed my fist on the table. My fist slammed the table so hard that any items that were on the table fell to the floor.

"You are such a fucking cunt!" I yelled staring at my father. "Like I said before I'm not fucking going."

My father shakes his head and picks up the stuff that fell from the table.

My brother stood up quickly and gave me a 'please stop talking now you're being annoying' stare.

"Do you have something to say, Christian?" I ask biting my tongue. He looks aggravated.

"Yeah, I do now that you've mentioned it. Shut the fuck up and go pack your bags," he mutters. I glare at him.

"Avalon, listen to your brother and go pack your shit, please," my father says starting get annoyed. "You and Christian are leaving tomorrow at 6 am."

I walk towards my brother and stare at him for a few seconds. I look him up and down and laughed.

"I'm so bloody tired of you acting like you can fucking bitch me around," I whispered into his ear. "Last time I checked, I don't take orders from you. You are not my bloody father."

I then turned around to face our father.

"I'm nineteen not a fucking child so stop treating me like one," I mutter coldly.

He looked at me with pleaded eyes. His eyes are practically begging for me to agree to move to New York for business.

I roll my eyes then nod my head, finally agreeing to move.

I grab my coat that was hanging on my chair and walk out of the office.

I guess I'm moving to fucking New York. I'm going to miss you London.

I hope you're ready to see Elvino Valentino. My subconscious reminded me again.

Fuck.