Married to my Ex-wife's boss

The Revenge

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Sandra knew just what to do. It was risky and there was a high chance of failing. But she was going to try that method.

She was tired of being an angel. Damn! She wasn't born to be an angel. She was a devil through and through.

She couldn't understand what had stopped her all this while; what had made her let people trod on her.

If success couldn't come to her, she would drag it closer to herself. There was no time to waste

Everyone had gone too far. It was time to show herself.

“Hi, Fiona,” she greeted, pushing the door close after her. The receptionist had hidden her rudeness, at least.

And Fiona had uprooted her respect from the trash can she had dumped. She could now be accessed, though through condescending means.

“Fancy seeing you today,” she didn't mind the look of condescension playing in Fiona's eyes.

She took in the overly white appearance of the office suspiciously; white chairs, white blinds, white background paintings and white colored walls.

She creased her brows. A thought came to her mind but it slipped out at once.

“Good morning to you too, Sandra,” Fiona turned in her chair, tapping her lips with her blue pen, biting at the corner of her lower lip.

A smile appeared at the corner of those lips, almost tearing the connection between her teeth and her lower lip.

Sandra waited politely; hands under her handbag and nicely joined together with her thighs.

The table must have turned that much, Fiona noted with pride.

“Oh, have a seat,” she motioned to the available seats that faced her direction. “You're welcome,” the not-too-favorite word fell from her lips.

She wondered why it had stopped being her favourite. Was it because she had never used it in the first place or because it was a lie?

She chose the latter. Welcoming her former boss was the last thing she wanted

“Thank you,” Sandra replied with tight lips, taking the seat and placing her black Chanel bag on her thighs, still, with politeness surrounding her.

“To what do I owe this visit?” Fiona smiled, keeping the pen relaxed on her palms while taking Sandra's appearance in.

The red dress didn't suit her well. But her stilettos were outstanding. She could give her that credit.

“It's about the deal, remember,” Sandra spoke with regret burning in her chest. Even as the words came out, she could tell that it sounded desperate.

She was the one to have been contacted, not the other way around. And now she had to do the explaining? To whom? Her underling?

She snorted with disbelief inside of her, realizing that too much disrespect had fallen on her, mostly from people who she had wrapped around her fingers.

But she would not fret. She told herself so, and waited for the next horrific word that would grace her ear.

“What deal?”

Sandra flushed, more from embarrassment than anger, wishing there was a way she could speed up things to get to the part she loved more about the day.

What did Fiona mean by that? She felt a cut in her chest. Things were bad on its own. Did she have to add to it?

“My deal with Roseline Denver,” she replied, finding her stamina. It came in with the promise of a revenge; the cold revenge she had begun cooking the past two days.

“The deal you've now taken over,” she added, finally, hatred burning inside of her as she watched a smirk appear on Fiona's face.

“Oh, that?” Fiona waved her pen, the smirk spreading. “I forgot about it. Thanks for reminding me,” she said.

“Do you want to sign it now?” She drew her laptop closer and peered at it seemingly waiting for a word.

Sandra understood. She had frequently used that approach to humiliate the one begging for a favour.

So getting it from her ex-secretary wasn't a big deal.

Was it?

She took a breath, then another quick one before finding it in her to reply.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then why didn't you come earlier?” Fiona's voice deepened and for a moment, Sandra thought Fiona must have truly gone crazy.

“Why did you waste so much time in coming” she was taken aback again.

What had she ever done to Fiona to warrant such an insult? She wished she had a dagger with her to cut off those lips of hers.

“You're making this hard for me,” she managed to reply. “I'm trying my best not to lunge forward and pull at that wig of yours,”

The hair on her skin stood and she wondered for the tenth time if it wasn't right for her to forgo the deal and the insults it came with.

But she held herself in check. She didn't come this far to have some chick rip success out her mouth

If things didn't go as planned, she'd curse herself for embarking on such stupid a journey. But she would wait first to see if things would go well.

“You’ve forgotten who is in charge now?” Fiona smirked, curling her fingers around her pen, applying pressure on it.

“There's no one in charge here.” Sandra thundered, feeling heat burn through her chest. “It's a partnership; a joint ownership. And you, better than anyone else should know that,” she felt her blood pressure rising.

“Oh, dear. I.must have forgotten,” Fiona made a face. “I guess I can withdraw my interest in a partner, right? I'm certain you'll be okay with that,” she replied, finally dropping the troublesome pen on the table.

“Is that what you want, Sandra?” She smirked again, the very one that could send Sandra to hell.

“You know what,” Sandra stood from her seat, handbag at hand. “I should go; meet with Roseline and finalize everything.”

Fiona merely shrugged and went back to her PC.

“Close the door behind you,” she shouted across to her.

But Sandra, even after such a poor treatment, could not feel any regret. She walked out with the little dignity left.

She had bought enough time for the bomb to be planted in the car.