Who are you? II

*********Annabeth**********

"Who are you, Annabeth Smith?"

For the past three weeks, I've had peace; of course that's if you decide to ignore the heavy..like incredibly heavy sexual tension between I and Raymond -which we have doused just a little because I'm in no way satisfied- and the pile of work left behind by his former assistant that he had apparently sacked months ago.. I wonder how he managed.

What I've never expected is sitting before a quite handsome, really annoying older man. What does he want with me? Why would he be asking me who I am ?

" Sir, I believe that question is best directed to your son, don't you think so?" I said leaning into my seat. Over these weeks, I've learnt a little to stop overthinking and just... think. In the present. And right now, I think this man is up to no good.

"Oh I would do that...but I'm just curious as to who you are, Annabeth."-for some reason, my name sounded sinister when coming from him, it made me cringe-

"My son has always been one for following protocols, the nitty gritty and shit. I'm sure during your time here, you've noticed how annoying meticulous he can be.-" - he said rolling his eyes. What's his problem?...he stood up from his seat and started pacing about- "But you got employed without an interview, he didn't even tell Rosie about you.. his friends won't tell me shit. So tell me, Annabeth, who are you?."

Wow, okay. It's confirmed. This man is batshit crazy. Like What the fuck?! What are my supposed to tell him? I'm Annabeth Smith, I was born 2 hours away from here. I live with a friend...bullshit.. he is really getting on my fucking nerves.

I took a deep breath and tried as hard as I possibly can to keep my face void of emotions. This man has got nothing on me. I won't let some crazy ass rich man walk into my office and insult me.

"Mr Adam. Please take your seat, you look desperate." I said motioning to the seat opposite me. I saw embarrassment flash in his eyes for two seconds before he moved to sit. That's right fucker, right where I want you.

"Firstly, and with all due respect; its Annabeth Smith to you and everyone else except close friends or better still, you can call me Smith. It's okay.-"

"- And Secondly, what are you? A dotting mother?" I scoffed " I thought you rich people dig into people's lives like rabbits to get information, so tell me the main reason you are here?... Oh wait, you didn't find anything interesting or intriguing did you?" My voice is getting louder but I don't care ... He got on my nerves first.

" Of course you didn't, and you want to know why?! Because there is nothing!! Okay? I'm just like every other person who just got lucky. And so what if he didn't mention me to Rosie.. he probably forgot or something...how is that supposed to be my fucking business, Mr Adam?. Look, I don't know what bone you have to pick with your son but..Leave. me .the. fuck. out. of. it, understood?"

"And thirdly, I saw the disgusting looks you threw at me during the meeting" -I swear I saw him gulp deeply -"a lot other people saw it too, I just didn't want to embarrass you, but with your outburst, I wish I did. Do not give me such looks anymore. I don't mind forking your eyes out.. understood?"

The embarrassment in his eyes was now replaced with anger and desperation?

"How dare you threaten me, you brat?!! Do you know who I am?!"He was gripping my table really tight...Poor thing. "And yes, you are right. You are nothing special. Just his fling. Let me tell you something you do not know, Smith." He said inching closer, shortening the gap between us.

" When he is done with you, you would be discarded like the piece of trash that you are and you better don't come crawling to me because my love, I'd crush your head like the bug you are."

His voice was so sinister but I tried hard not to cringe and faced him head on with a sly smirk. His eyes couldn't have twitched any faster. I'm enjoying the reaction I'm getting out of him.

"And you were also right about another thing, we -" he said gesturing to himself with his two hands "- the rich people love to dig. And because of your reaction today, I will dig to no ends, Smith. I will find out who you really are and why you are here. I know my son, he doesn't make rash decisions." He said standing up to leave.

" Well, Mr Adam Brooks" dragging the -s " Good luck finding some common sense and respect. You clearly seem to be lacking alot of those" I said giving him a sly smile. His eyebrows twitched again - twice. It made me want to laugh off my jaw. This man is an asshole. A certified one.

"Yes, Smith. I will find them. And you have a little lipstick mark on your neck, Slut" he said walking to the door.

"Oh, thanks. Perv." I called after him as he banged my glass doors. You better don't break down my door, fucker.

Shit.

I ran to the toilet to check out the lipstick he was talking of before anyone else would walk in to ask questions. I'm pretty sure we were loud.. Eww.. why did that sound like we were doing something, yuck.

I opened the toilet door to see a seething Raymond. Geez, I had completely forgotten that he was here. His eyes were golden, bright and fierce. For some lame ass reason, I wasn't scared. The excess coffee I had at the meeting must be kicking in.

"Are you alright? " I asked, taking his right hand in mine. He closed his eyes tightly before opening them to the grey ones I was familiar with.. how in the fucking world does that happen. I must be dreaming or something because the events of today are alarming.

He took his hand from mine and pulled me into his arms. He placed his chin on my head and wrapped his arms around me. One was rubbing my back and the other patting my hair.

I have to admit, he is really tall, hard and awkwardly comfortable.

I felt myself relax in his arms, closing my eyes. All the pent up emotions I hid from his father rushing back down to me.

I leaned in closer, wrapping my hands around him. It felt warm and comfy.

"It's okay, you did well." He said kissing the top of my head.