Marrying my high school bully

Melissa

Silence reigned in the boardroom but I already knew what the answer was going to be. Resignation glared in their faces and I reveled in it.

It was nice being the reason for everyone’s silence. Till now, I never believed such a day would come when everyone would try to please me.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Whispers went around, while Emilia looked to Dexter whose expression was unreadable for help. I kept a passive look, then began scrolling through my phone to bid time.

“We’ve made a decision.” Dexter announced while I dropped my phone aside. “But we’ll also like to know why you want Emilia to be your assistant.”

Great.

It was time to employ my philanthropic mode. One that would make me look like the helper and Emilia the true bitch she really was.

“My reason is simple. As you all know, I like to offer help in any way I can and I’ve observed that Emilia is in true need of it. Her career is dying and by taking her to shows and having her work with me, I believe that it will have a great influence on her career.” I explained, then slanted a look at Emilia whose lips hung open in the air.

She obviously didn’t buy my story, but her opinion didn’t matter because the directors who had the final say nodded with admiration at my explanation.

“It’s a good idea, but I think we should ask Emilia what she really feels about it.” Dexter suggested and I nodded.

“That’s fine. You can go ahead and do your thing.” I said calmly.

I was almost pissed that he cared about her opinion, but I couldn’t blame him for trying to be careful. He had to ask before I signed the papers, so that he wouldn’t be sued for coercion any time Emilia decides to go overboard.

“Can I speak to you in private?” She asked through gritted teeth and Dexter who looked like he didn’t want to be anywhere near her grudgingly got up.

They moved to the far end of the room and judging by the scowls on their faces, I knew that they weren’t having an easy conversation. Emilia would always like to make Dexter happy, and as long as I was concerned, the case already settled.

They both returned to their seats in no time, while we stared at them expectantly.

“After all the back and forth, Miss Emilia Jones has decided to work with you, which means that we have agreed to your terms. I hope you don’t delay in signing the contract.” He said with a bored tone, my lips stretching with a victorious smile.

“Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to work with you. I hope that this collaboration yields fruits for all of us.”

I signed the contract and I shook hands with all of them, then gradually, they exited the room until it was just Emilia and I left.

Perfect timing.

She didn’t even wait for the door to be jammed before she began to vent at me. “What’s this pity show of yours all about?” She seethed.

I folded my arms, masking my satisfied face with an innocent expression. “I don’t get it, what do you mean?”

She flailed her arms in the air, tilting her head to the side in disbelief. “You’d better stop playing with me, because it isn’t funny, you skank. Stop trying to paint yourself as some miss goody two-shoes because it won’t work on me. Do you get that?”

I placed my hand on my chest, lowering my lashes with a sour expression. “That wasn’t my intention, Emilia, I was only trying to help.” I croaked, my voice becoming soft like I was about to break into tears.

“Help, my foot!” She fired at me. “That discussion we had at the elevator didn’t sound like you were trying to help me, bitch.”

I was at the edge of breaking into a smirk but I kept it in and stood up. I was about to achieve my aim so I had to play dumb till the end.

“Look, Honey, I’m sorry if it felt like I was too forward at the elevator, but your sassy attitude really got to me and I wasn’t having it. Right now, I’m trying to help you, I really hope you take my offer.” I snatched my bag and stormed out of the room.

Satisfaction coursed through me when I heard her heels clicking on the floor behind me. I kept up my pace, keeping my expression sullen while I headed for the exit door.

“Come back here, Melissa! You don’t get to embarrass me and get away with it.” She lurched at me, her fingers digging into my scalp as she pulled my hair.

My head became hot as blinding pain seared through my scalp. “Let go of my hair!” I screamed loudly, my bag dropping on the floor as some of the workers came outside of their offices.

Bright lights from their cameras started flashing at us and then I knew that the game was already in motion.

I dropped to my feet, acting powerless and oppressed as I began to plead with her. “Please, stop, Emilia, you’re hurting me.” Beads of tears cascaded down my well made up cheeks as I groveled before her.

Then suddenly, she let go of my hair, her eyes darting around the workers who had gathered around with their phones. I sobbed harder, my loud cries turning into a bawl.

She started waving at them furiously. “Delete those videos. She was the one who came at me.” She yelled out at an explanation, screaming at them like a mad woman.

I bent my face in fake, my roughly tousled hair, covering the side of my face while pretending to be grossly embarrassed.

“It doesn’t seem like it.” Dexter’s harsh voice thundered from the crowd and immediately everyone scampered to their cubicle.

Mission accomplished!

He didn’t even utter another word when Emilia began to make up lies to save her face. “Why did you allow this thief to work with us? She’s going to steal you from me.” I almost chuckled.

Oh no, darling. You stole him from me after framing me for murder.

He drew closer to me, ignoring her claims then crouched low beside me. He caught my chin with his fingers then tilted it up so I could stare at him. “Are you hurt? Do you want me to take you to the hospital to be checked?” The tenderness behind the question had me melting like butter in a heated plate.

“No, I’m not. I just want to go home. It’s been a long day.”

It was half truth and half lie.

I wanted to go home and celebrate my small win, then think of how to make Emilia’s life more miserable, but at the same time, spending some time with Dexter didn’t seem like a bad idea.

He sighed, and the next thing he did was picking up my bag and sweeping me up my feet. Then he fixed his worried eyes on me. “I should have known that you are stubborn. Let’s get you checked.”

With that said, he waltzed me out of the building, his eyes solely on me. Even Emilia’s tantrums couldn’t hold him back.