For as long as I can recall, prosperous individuals have always been snobs. Snobs who only concern themselves and the wellbeing of urgent household members. Being a èlite one can only imagine what they would say or think of someone they view as a so call 'inferior' to the same people who work in order for them to obtain the advances.
Even though I respect Mr Mirza, I am one of those people who sometime gets paid minimum wage, which makes it so much more difficult for me, and all I ask for in return is respect, even if it's the size of a pea.
I glare at the man before me. He looks no older than twenty-six, his black hair was swept back out of his face, his body clad in what I'm assuming is the finest fabric one could find. His left hand held a silver Rolex and the three fingers in the middle held silver rings. What baffled me about the bastard was the bunch of leather, beads and embroidery bracelets he wore on the other.
I stood with my back against the door since the very second I walked into his office. Stupid bastard; not even civil enough to ask me to take a seat. I scrutinize the empty chair by his desk and a black couch in the room's corner.
"Why am I being fired?" I say, trying my very best not to lash out at him.
"It seems you're not qualify for the position, Ms. Reigns," Cesaro Mirza says without even looking at me.
"Not qualified?!" I could not hold back any longer. The man who is supposedly taking over from his father did not even have the decency to look at me.
Since the past five minutes he kept his head down looking at his damn paper filled desk, not once spearing me a glance, "One year and four months, that's how long I've been working for this company. I have always been punctual-"
"Punctuality is not the only requirement for this job," He interjects. His dark eyes finally meet mine; acknowledging my presence, "Other requirements include a degree in hospitality and tourism management and three years' experience. You have neither, with the lack of knowledge you are insignificant to this company."
That's just bullshit. After graduating from high school I found out about a programme where graduates are trained, then places to work in different hotels for three weeks. On my last day Khan Mirza had approached me, congratulating me for doing an excellent job. He was so please that I was offered a full-time job.
Unfortunately, he had fallen ill not too long ago, and he gave his son permission to take over the company. At least that's what I heard from the rummers employees spread on their free time.
"Although you attended university, I wouldn't describe you as an erudite either."
He stands behind his desk as if having him stand would abruptly have me cowering in fear, "Pardon me?"
"I'm sure you are not hard-of-hearing Mr. Mirza and that pity bonus can go straight up your ass."
Without waiting for him to revive from the shock, I open the door of his office and walk out with my head held high. God knows I needed that bonus. Utility bills are piling up, not to mention rent, and it was my responsibility to ensure that my younger sibling gets a wonderful education.
However, I would just have to find another job at an early convenience. There was no way I would take that bonus; my mom always said I was a bit too proud, and that also meant that I definitely do not kiss ass, especially after being disrespected like that by that prosperous jackass.
As soon as I pay the taxi driver, I dash towards my two-bedroom house I rented when I first arrived here. I need to protect my hair from the 'storm' that is brewing up outside. This morning I straightened the damn thing, and I knew that even if it's just a touch of rain, it will resemble a bird's nest.
The weather was furious and so was I after losing the one job I had and love the most.
Entering the house, I hurl my bag to the side, disregarding the flower pot that fell over because of the impact. Kicking off these ridiculously tall stilettos, I breathe a sigh of relief as the cold tiles come in contact with the bottom of my feet.
My moment of what felt like peace and tranquillity came to an abrupt end when my eyes caught sight of the coffee table. Empty beer bottles were scattered all over; my eyes then drifted to the man who sat in the sofa, elevating another bottle to his lips. He didn't even realize that I was home.
"What are you doing?" I ask, going directly in front of him, blocking his view from the show he was watching.
"Oh, good you're home, I was getting hungry and I remember your 'precious' kitchen rule," Aaron Carter says as he tries to get a glimpse of the television.
I scowl at him while scheming ways to murder him in my mind, "Didn't you say you would go out and find a job today?"
Aaron scrutinize me as if he could not comprehend what I said. The bills were piling up, and he did not try even the slightest bit to help me out. I like the thought of being an independent woman, but while I work he stays home. He constantly eats all the food around the house, littering the place like a freaking toddler then begging for sëx like a damn addict. That's all I am to him, someone he can use whenever he feels like it.
Tilting my head to the side, I narrow my eyes at him. I met this grown man-child six months ago on my way to work; we bumped into each other. Which resulted in his phone falling to the ground. 'We crashed into each other, looks like we have to exchange information', was what he said. I frown, remembering how naïve I had been. I moved two-and-a-half hours away from my hometown and I knew no one, therefore having a man as fine as he is to be my first friend here, sounded like a splendid idea. 'You're the vanilla to my chocolate shake' He told me about a month later, he was a charmer and that's how he became apart of my life. It didn't take much long after, for him to show his true colours.
"I said Wednesday."
"It's already Wednesday you imbecile! You know what? I'm tired of this!"
Grabbing a cushion I throw it at him, "You're suppose to be the one to regenerate me. I just lost my job and instead of coming home to a loving and compassionate boyfriend I come home to a drunk. A drunk imbecile who-!"
Abruptly he stand from the sofa with his face inches away from mine, "Who what Reina?!" He interject.
He was six feet tall and towered over my petite 5 feet 5 inches figure with ease. He look down at me, he was furious. Taking a deep breath in, I release it before continuing, "Who can't even be a proper man."
I watch as Aaron run his hand over his low cut black hair while looking around the room before his eyes meet mine once again, "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"I'm not your maid Aaron, nor am I your mother. I am your girlfriend but you don't treat me like one, instead you take advantage of me at every chance you get," closing the distance between us I stare right into his eyes, "You are a useless man."
His chest rise and fall with rage but that did not stop me from continuing. His temper was as bad as mine, and as bad as our situation is I know he wouldn't dare lay a hand on me.
"I use to have the utmost respect for you, I think I even started to fall in love with you-" I laugh humorlessly and point to myself, "Love, me? Can you believe it?"
No matter how much times this man told me he loves me I could never say it back. I guess it's because deep down I know he did not mean it or it could just be because the only emotions I was comfortable with feeling was pain and anger.
Aaron glare at me as if my words hurt him "You might have the face of an Angel, but you are nothing but an ignoble beast! That's the reason you have no friends, you're going to die alone Reina."
His words made me take two steps back. It stung because I knew he was right; but people made me this way.
The reminder that this man who is accusing me of being a monster was also the one who made me this way, was all I need in order to gather my composure.
I smile sadly at him. "Aren't we all? Now I suggest you get the hell out of my house before I rip your scrotum off like the beast I am."
He hiss his teeth before grabbing his motorcycle keys from the key holder.
I stood still watching him leave, reminiscing on the few good times we shared. Perhaps I could have handled this a bit better. As soon as the front door closes the thoughts vanish from my mind.
Slumping down in the sofa my fingers involuntary start going through my chestnut hair, gasping as I felt my fingers being tangle in the curly mess.
Snatching up the bottle Aaron had been drinking from I slump further into the seat and bring the liquor to my lips.
"I don't need a man nor do I need friends; never have and never will."