Chapter 10 - Bad Boy F...

Mona's POV:

I’m in my office for the last five hours. We had an emergency board meeting first thing when I landed in our main company. Things are not bad. They are Hell bad.

I’ve instructed all departments to send me all important files, charts, reports and all the shit. I’ve already scheduled inspections everywhere to see all we own on the field and the state of things. All departments are in a frenzy and sweating.

My secretary, Dana Warren, a 33-year-old hot babe, with blond hair and some baby blue eyes, has been arranging meetings for this week with all business partners we have. I’ll have a cleaning with them. I’ll end contracts with all who weren’t good for business and helped for us to land in this shit.

Brad? Yeah…. I called him and apologized for getting him into my play and lie. He was as revolted as he was when speaking to the main fucker, telling me he will help me and not do that as he does love me and he wanted to marry me even before all this, and he rambled some more on that side. Yeah, he’s coming to the States….

He was in his jet while I talked to him. I told him he knows my answer regarding him, and I tried to settle this complication with him, confessing to him I already signed the marriage contract and there’s nothing to do anymore. I’m married to Shawn, and I’ll be fine.

He doesn’t accept this, and he had a range of swearing and threatens regarding Frederick, obviously. I cursed myself in my mind for the stupidity to involve him in this…. But at the time, I knew he would be my best bet to act what I needed in front of my baby bad boy. Yeah, bad move from my part. I admit. I did worse than good with it. Anyways….

I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, working all day, reading files over files. I sent dad home for the day at lunch time to regroup himself. He went against, but I insisted, and he finally followed my order. He saw I’m on it and don’t present weakness as I’m a good actress in front of dad to not let him see when I’m out. He can’t do more anyways as he’s not in the best state of mind to be able to focus.

The bad boy? He’s calling me ongoing. I’ve answered to the first call as I didn’t know his phone number. Since this morning with the board meeting, my phone is fucked in calls from all corners. When I realized it’s him, I ended the call and registered his number under Bad Boy Fucker. Yeah. He tried from other phone numbers, but when his voice with his “Baby”, “Bad baby”, “Baby Mona”, and some others like that went through upon taking the call, I’ve blocked them all. He’s now calling from the first number which I guess it’s his own phone number. I said I can be a total bitch when I want to. Oh yeah, he’s texting me as well. I’ve read none. I don’t give a single fuck on what he says or wants.

I can’t say my mind doesn’t have flashes from what happened between us in his office and my heart doesn’t have certain 'flutters', but I ban that and concentrate on the company’s situation. First time in my fucking life when such thoughts and reactions happen to me. But he’s the enemy to me, and I won’t follow any feeling other than taking revenge on him. I’m a bad bitch, baby. You step on my lion tail, you pay.

I continue my day of work for more hours, with Dana bringing me ordered food but I send her back with it as I can’t fucking eat with what I’m having inside. She frowns at me, tries to persuade me, sending me worried looks, I refuse, she puffs and goes out with it.

Several hours pass and I’m still with files on my desk, working without stopping, as this is how I am in general. I can’t stop until I can’t do it anymore as I physically break. Yeah, one of my famous flaws.

“Mona?” Dana steps into my office while I’m on my laptop analyzing a branch we have, sipping from my cappuccino.

“Yeah?” I’m with my eyes on my laptop.

“These are the rest of the files from the financial department. It’s already late, boss. And you look tired. Why don’t you take a break for the day? You’ve worked a month’s work in a few hours…. The managers are already shooting themselves in their offices…. Ha-ha!”

I tilt my eyes at her with a grin while she places the pile of files on my desk. My left hand grabs my pack of cigarettes and lighter and I light one.

“Let them shoot themselves, Dana. They’re fucked from how I’m seeing it.” She takes a seat in front of my desk and sighs.

“It’s not completely their fault, Mona.” I throw my chin at her to stop speaking, smoking, relaxing on my chair.

“I know. But they lost their touch when the hit came. They’re trained and paid to find solutions during war as well, not only in good times and fetch the fat pay. Our shares are dropping with high speed on the market for the last two years. Dad avoided the dangerous line by pulling out investments and compensating to not be officially sniffed we’re not reliable anymore…. That’s why we’re so fucked. He did an old school move which doesn’t work if we don’t produce profits on the other side to balance it.”

Yes, me and Dana know each other for the last six years and she’s close to me as a best friend. She’s my secretary since then, but dad coerced her to not spill any info to me whenever I spoke to her. I did have an argument with her today on that, but I understood as I know how cold my dad can be as a boss.

These past two years, I haven’t had one trip back to the States as I have been busy with everything in England. And how I trusted dad – stupid me – I haven’t concerned myself with the possibility of such problems here.

She lowers her stare and has her guilty grimace she hasn’t told me.

“I’m so sorry, Mona…. Last drop Mr. Sandler had as a chance was with Mr. Shawn’s investment. It worked for a year as we did have a spike for a comeback, but the economy was too bad to cope with, hence the last two years of dragging the boat on dry land. And after Mr. Shawn’s investment, we had no other possibility to bring in a new investor. Your dad used all the set of investors who would jump in and help.”

I wish Shawn fucker wouldn’t have invested…. I wouldn’t have the marriage shit with him now…. Fuck….

I get reminded of him again and tonight, I’m supposed to go to his house as his 'lawful, wedded wife'. Well, not to fuck, as I won’t do that, but for the rest of shit and it still infuriates me. I think I’ll sleep in the office. I’m not breaking the contract as I’m not going back to my house or any other place to spend my night over, am I? He, he, he…. I’m not the only businesswoman working overnight in her company, am I? Ha-ha! That fucker….

He’s calling again and Dana sees the flashing Bad Boy Fucker on my phone’s screen, making her stand up for a better sight, tilting her left eyebrow.

It’s eight in the evening and we’re still in the office. I smirk and light another cigarette.

“Bad Boy Fucker? Mona? You naughty girl…. Ha-ha!” I snort into laughter.

She thinks it’s the guy I’m actually fucking with. Muhahaha!

“Why don’t you take the call if he’s such a stud, girl?” She’s in her naughty self with a wink and a broad smile, taking a seat, crossing her legs, and grabbing my cigarettes to have one as well.

He’s a stud alright. But I’m not fucking him, babe. Ha-ha!