CHAPTER 11

If I stay one more minute, I will say something later I will regret, so I exited his cabin, cursing him to the core, and made my way towards the washroom.

After reaching, I smashed my face with water so many times to cool down, but it was no use. I was burning in anger. France is dam fucking costly; cab fare, hotel bill, and return ticket fucking all together cost me nearly 1 and a half months of my salary, which went totally in vain, and I did not even enjoy my stay, always engrossed with work, work, work, shit. I was seeing my image in the mirror and was trying to calm down by the time someone entered, and it was David, fucking backstabber the key to all the mess that was happening in my life.

"Why the hell are you creating a problem for yourself that too with Mr. Mathew? Are you clearly out of your mind and not caring about your future? Mark my words, the way you are going, you will not complete one year in this company either." I am already in a bad mood. Don't tempt me to take that on you. Leave me fucking alone. All three of you are fucking with me like anything. Do you think I didn't check social media where both of you were enjoying, like you were on honeymoon, by throwing your bloody shitty work on me? You got the guts to question me, and on top of it, they rejected my claim?" "We were exploring France after finishing our work, and Simon was accompanying me more than exploring; most of the time he was busy on his laptop." "Yeah, like hell, I would buy that. Why am I even trying to explain clearly you won't take my words, right?"

There was a knock on the door, which made me stop our conversation. I saw David and spoke, "Please don't tell me you locked the door." Clearly, he was confused and spoke, "Yeah, I locked it so that no one could hear our conversation." "Great, you fucking moron, are you out of your mind, trying to help me, or adding more to what I already have?" David was confused and was not getting what I was saying. I immediately rushed towards the door and unlocked it. Wow, great! A mini crowd was created, followed by Rachel. Can anyone dig a hole for me, please? Rachel rushed toward David and took him outside. I could not face anyone without uttering a word and made my way towards my desk. In all this chaos, days passed like snapping a finger, and I could not wait for tomorrow. At least my department staff were getting entertainment from time to time, and I am pretty much making sure of it.

The next day, when I woke up for the first time in my life, I prayed to God, asking for a break, for at least a day's probability ratio is highly impossible. I got freshened up and reached the office in time; rumors might already have spread. To my surprise, Simon was waiting near my desk. I approached my desk. He spoke to my cabin now and left. I followed him, and he closed his cabin door. "What the hell were both of you doing by locking the washroom door?" "Nothing; we were talking." "Why the hell was the door locked?" "For your information, it was locked by your boyfriend, and his reason was that our conversation shouldn't reach the third-person ear." "What the heck were you both talking about?" "Some random stuff," "Don't press the button, Mr. Walker; see, that's why I am using any means to make sure you leave this company at the earliest. You are the biggest threat to me. David left. Can't you get over him? What the hell are you scheming?"

I was not quite getting what the hell he was talking about. Why is he so much threatened by me? Already David is in a live-in relationship with him, and I practically moved on to how the hell I would be this moron threat. On top of that, we were in a relationship for 4 years, and I never thought of winning him back. Seriously, I don't know why, and all these ridiculous acquisitions of Simon—if he doesn't trust his partner, that's his problem. Why the heck is he accusing me? I spoke,

"I am not getting what you are trying to imply." He was burning with anger. "Mr. Mathew needs to speak with you; follow me." With that, he left his cabin, followed by me.

We entered the CEO's cabin. Simon sat on a chair while I was standing, and Scott spoke.

"Don't you take a break, Mr. Walker? It's you again, and you are getting quite popular. Your washroom act is already spread all over the company. Don't you have basic knowledge? This place is to work, not for your personal pleasure. Disciplinary action can be taken against you." "First, let me confirm, Mr. Mathew, that nothing has happened in the washroom; we were just talking. Secondly, why the hell am I only being questioned? What about the other party? According to your acquisition, if I am fucking someone, then I can't do that alone, right? Thirdly, why am I being questioned by you? It's an HR-related issue; let them question me, as it's your company. If you want to question me, go ahead. I will gladly answer, but I want the other person too. "You are bloody demanding so much; you did not know before locking the washroom door." "I didn't lock the door; it was locked by David. If you want to take disciplinary action, then you should take it against him. Oh, again, we were just talking." "So, we have to believe that by locking the door, you were just talking so that bloody confidential information would not be leaked out, right?" "Trust me, I don't care if anyone believes it or not; I am not responsible for your baseless acquisition"; "This attitude of yours, Mr. Walker, trust me, I will definitely make you pay someday"; "Trust me, Mr. Mathew, for you anything, just let me know whether you prefer 1:1, 1:2, or 1:3."

I could see the anger building on Scott's face like he could stab me any moment Simon spoke. "What the hell are you talking about? Shut that mouth of yours." Before he could continue further, Scott stopped him and instructed me to get out of his cabin.

"You are letting him go that easily." "What you want me to do, bloody idiot, keep your fucking boyfriend in control; this bloody bastard always pisses me off." "Don't tell me you are going to ignore this matter." "Leave it to me; just go and do your work.

This bastard is always getting on my nerves. What the hell does he think of himself? A mere executive with so much audacity. He needs to learn a lesson. I can't let go that easily. He is fucking always testing me.