Chapter 7: Don't be late.
Morning ugh I just love to hate them. I got up and I guess I was kind of happy because I didn't have to clean my room or do my bed, I quickly check my phone to see if I have any texts and there is one from Mr. robot
Mr. Manroe: Meet me at the restaurant on the first floor at exactly 8:30am and DON'T BE LATE.
It's 8:20 am and I have 10 minutes to get ready damn! I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth then my conveniently messy, tangled hair. Why me! I wore a peach top, light blue jeans and peach heels. I ran to the restaurant, and I saw Mr. Manroe and I walked to him. He looked at his watch
"Miss snow you're almost late but just in time" he was wearing a navy-blue suit and he looked delicious and to come to think about it our outfits complimented each other.
We dish up and sit at our table. It was really awkward at the table I think I haven’t gotten over the incident in the jet. I just can’t see him the same sway
"Miss snow do you have the intention of choking on your food"
"Um no sir I just eat at a fast pace"
“Miss snow tomorrow is supposed to be the touring day which we will do but we have to meet someone so at 7:00 am be ready.” Sometimes I feel like he hates me.
I went to my room, and I just want to get my sweats and binge-watch on Netflix I know I could be doing something more productive but honestly, I do not want better. I am what you call a binge master.
Sometimes I feel very sad because I'm lonely I don't have friends or family but that is just life, I guess. Sometimes I feel like making friends, but it is too much effort to dress up, not to mention wash up and talk to real people with feelings and flaws and all that. I don’t like people because they are untrustworthy, I have trusted and let’s just say it did not end well for me.
Every time I think of letting of letting someone in I remember how he betrayed me, and hurt me I can never recover from that, never. I have something to confess something, I think I have a slight thing for…
Knock…Knock…Knock
I go to check who it is, and it is room service. I ordered a burger, fries and some soda.
After some eating and more watching I decide to go to sleep.
I hear a knock on my door waking me up from my sleep and I go to open the door. It is Mr. Manroe with flowers.
“I have some thing to tell you Miss Snow, something important”
“What do you have to tell me?”
“I love you Miss Snow I fell in love with the first day I saw you”
He throws the flowers on the couch and grabs my waist and crashes his lips onto mine.
We kiss until we’re breathless and I look at him smiling but something is wrong he is not smiling and just as I was about to ask him what is wrong, he pushes me off of him onto the floor and he stands over me, holds his leg up and…
I wake up. I woke up to the sound of my own voice screaming and I was sweating profusely. I put my knees up to my chest and rock myself. It was just a nightmare. I am scared to go back to sleep, so I just watch my comfort show. Why did I dream of Mr. Manroe like that? Do I really feel that way about him? Well, it does not matter nothing can ever come from it. He would never be into a girl like me.
I should start getting ready for the meeting I watched the show and finished it that is how long I have been awake. I sluggishly take a shower and dress up. It feels absolutely terrible to be me right now. I have a headache; my body is sore, and I have enough energy to do nothing.
“Welcome Mr. Manroe,” said Perrie, the PR agent. She is a middle-aged lady with brunette hair and way too much make up on.
“Perrie, this is my assistant Miss Snow she will be joining us for the meeting.
“So let us start, I have a proposal for both of you it is good that you are here Miss Snow.
“What is the proposal?”
“As you know Manroe enterprises is a well-respected company, so people expect a lot from us. The shareholders were not happy with your outburst, and they feel like you are not fit to lead this company”
“What! That is nonsense and who are they going to put in my place? That idiot Lester?”
“I know you are angry, rightfully so but I have a solution. You could say you were provoked when Lester tried to touch your girlfriend”
“What girlfriend? I don’t have one.”
“Yes, you do from now on, Miss snow. You guys need to be in a fake relationship long enough to fool the shareholders. Not to mention how good this will look in the media. An honourable man protecting his one and only love imagine the headlines ‘CEO has public outburst’ turned to ‘caring CEO boyfriend protects his girlfriend from a predator, risking his image’”
“It is perfect just as my dad did marrying my mother in order to look like a family man. We’ll do it” Um excuse me ‘we’ who is this ‘we’ I am not going to be asked at all.
“I have a boyfriend” I blurt out. This feels like I am a girl trying to nicely reject someone.
“No, you do not Miss snow I had my people follow you for the first week and no mention of a boyfriend anywhere.
“What?! You cannot just follow people around like that you have absolutely no right to be digging into my private life”
“I do not care what you have to say we are doing this fake relationship thing whether you like it or not”
“Or what?”
“Or good luck finding a job with a terrible recommendation letter from one of the most influential men in this country”
I stormed out of the building, very angry. Is this even legal? I can’t believe I am being forced into a relationship with my boss.