Patricia Is Coming

Patricia's POV

I tried to curtail my anxiety with so much work, but I knew I was only deceiving myself.

Today, a rival company of my original company will unveil. It wasn't so interesting, but trust me, the whole world will find out about it. The same media that meticulously planned my downfall, I used them again. It would be lively and glaring. I couldn't wait to imagine how scrunched up Henry's face would be and how uncomfortable he would be.

He could never run a company no matter how he tried. I hoped he wouldn't fuck up my company until I take it back but if that's his plan, then I would buy it back. Patricia is coming.

I put on my most expensive heels from a famous designer and rocked animal print from head to toe, from givenchy. The plan was to look grand and unbothered. I was so thorough that I didn't bother to hire any help, I couldn't stand anyone seeing me vulnerable. And I mean it in terms of make-up artists and designers to dress me up. Red would always make a statement, so I paired the most cherry lipstick I had, which is the same colour as the back of my heels.

A wild grin appeared on my face when I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I felt powerful and I looked powerful. Now, it was time.

The new gallery I built was nothing like my old company but, just wait and see.

Finally driving out of my penthouse, I remembered the conversation I had with Liam after the board meeting. He was coming to support me today, even though we agreed that I would work for him. He was so annoyingly stupid and hot. Was he acting ignorant to the fact that I was being nonchalant about our agreement or he was actually stupid? Well, I didn't mind using him. I may have a couple of virtues, but I wouldn't pass on using a rich mogul.

I didn't drive myself, I got myself a driver and upon reaching my company, I saw that the reporters were already gathered and the whole place looked grand. It was going to be a grand opening. I spotted the huge red scissors I would use to cut the ropes so we could get in and my lips curled up.

Everything was falling into place. These shitty reporters had no idea I had it out for them. It was the best form of revenge. For each reporter that contributed to my downfall, I had records of all of them and after using them like this, I would render them hopeless.

I grabbed my blood red purse and the minute my heels clicked the ground, cameras were on my face. I could barely blink, noise everywhere. They were doing their jobs so well. It didn't bother me that not many people were out for me, I just wanted to do this one thing.

I walked majestically to the entrance of the gallery and I couldn't help but smile wildly when I saw that Liam was already waiting for me. For lack of better word, he looked dashing and the way he stared at me made me self aware in a good way. For the first time, I was genuinely happy about the way I dressed. I knew I looked elegant.

The minute I arrived at the entrance, questions upon questions flooded. I stood next to Liam and he acknowledged me by rubbing his hands against mine for a split second. It felt sinful and I bit back a blush.

I began to answer the questions that I could. Questions like, what was my vision for the company, why I was opening a new gallery , my relationship with Liam amongst others.

I answered them appropriately, telling them that the company would provide everything the old one used to, but improved. I ignored the second question and for the question about Liam, I simply told them he was my business partner.

He shifted uncomfortably where he stood and I noticed but well, we would talk about it later.

I ignored stupid ass questions like, what truly happened with my husband? I would never fucking answer that. Even though I was the victim, I was way too proud to even admit it. Soon, the truth would come to light and they would have all the answers they needed.

When all was said and done, it was finally time for me to give my opening speech, just before I would cut the ropes and the gallery would be officially opened!

I walked up to the highest points where a pulpit stood, attached to it was a microphone. I felt all eyes settle on me as I made the climb and finally facing them, I tried my best to hide my shock and stifle my gasp. The crowd was way more than I expected. It was barely this much when I arrived. Honestly, it made my heart jump a bit.

Clearing my throat, I began my speech, my eyes on Liam's the whole time since apparently, he was the only one I could truly trust. I needed this support in any way I could.

"Welcome to the Lynn Art Gallery ," I began and the response from the crowd uplifted me as they cheered on, so I continued on.

"It's been an honour to be able to do all of this with you, and to have you gather here to celebrate with me. Even with all that has happened and all the rumors circulating around, you still made it! I can't express how happy I am and I'll remain eternally grateful for the chance you've given me."

Finally picking up the scissors, I cut the ropes open and cheers filled the whole place. I looked up to see flowers fall from the sky in celebration. I beckoned Liam to come up and follow me so we could go in together and after he arrived, we walked in.

The staff put everything in order. There were lots and lots to eat and drink. We were given drinks at the door and as we advanced further in, I was truly proud of myself.

The new artifacts and art pieces I worked my ass off to get from across the continents were staring back at me. A sense of fulfillment washed over me because if I was proud of something, every other person had to be. I was what you would consider a perfectionist with the best taste.

A few dignitaries I didn't expect to grace the gallery grazed in and purchased pieces, some came to celebrate with me while it was clear that some came to see what became of me. At least it was a whole crowd.

Beaming so hard my face physically hurt from smiling as I watched the warm reception, I realized that I still felt hollow.

Achieved all of this to what end? To spite Henry? Why did I do that?

As it hit, annoyance began to play on my face and mood. I did this for me! Not some piece of shit!

Liam noticed and tried to talk to me, but I simply ignored him and walked away like the bitch that I was. This was no good.