The week of mourning in the company went by solemnly. There was still work to be done but the mountains had been chopped down to hills instead. Neither Marlene or Anthony gave them much of a hard time, and for Rita that was a blessing because her right arm still hurt. She had gotten it looked at that Wednesday afternoon because the bruise had started to look really bad and feel just the same. She could hardly type or write without wincing. Turns out it was badly bruised.
The doctor said to she should rest, ice it for ten to twenty minutes a day, compress it and keep it elevated. It was hard to drive so far. The past week and few days she had either taken the bus or had one of her friends drop her off. Mostly Lucinda.
Lucinda was a pretty nice person, she was one of the first people Rita had met in Alvas. She had shown her around and helped her move to a better place just last year. Of course the noisy neighbors had been weeks after that. Rita told her about Talia at the clinic and she practically almost marched into the building deadset on going ape shit on her. She stopped her though. Now she regretted it. Talia had been picking on her more constantly now. And, as usual the floor was divided into two groups. The ones that joined her and the ones that just shut up about it. Maybe she would have looked better with a black eye even if it was for a few short days.
Ever since she saw her with Theo the other day she had been throwing her dirty looks and been openly telling everyone that he and her were going steady. Smiling smugly at her compressor hugged arm whenever they passed each other. Like she cared. She could have the creep, they were perfect for each other. They could even get married and spare them all–her most especially–the drama.
She could see it now. Bitch hoe weds creepy ass manwhore. The wedding of the millennium.
Speaking of Theo she had not seen him since. Maybe he had started thinking about her again. She got an awful prickly feeling in her right elbow when a perv was thinking about her or someone was thinking pervertedly about her. She was getting the feeling now. Or maybe she was just imagining it, being paranoid. Maybe he really had left her alone.
The week was coming to an end and her arm was getting better. She still needed to ice it but at least the dark purple was going away. It was still very apparent but it was going. Lucinda and the girls were out of town till Tuesday, so she was going to spend the weekend in her apartment. Thanks to her injured arm she had work home with her.
She could be at a wild bachelorette party right now, drinking some grade A alcohol and watching male strippers work it but here she was infront of her computer doing leftover work with a time limit.
Why did Talia have to act out before Penny’s bachelorette?
Penny was another one of Lucinda’s friends and she organized some of the best events ever. Rita had gotten her to organize her cousin’s bachelorette party and boy was it something. None of them were going to forget anything that happened that night. Just thinking about it got her hot and bothered.
If Penny could organize that for someone else her own party was going to be downright deliciously sinful. And just like that she got herself sad. Hot, bothered, sad, working and on a deadline. Great combination. She hated it.
Maybe she could watch a TV show when she was done. Assuming anything good would be on by then that was. And maybe get a cold shower too.
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Samuel looked out the glass window, sipping his glass of whiskey. He had moved into his new en-suite Friday evening and no one knew he was in the city. The hotel was one of the best in the world when it came to confidentiality. So far they had done a good job.
His suite was a work of art and luxury. Everything in here was ridiculously expensive. The pillows cost around twelve thousand dollars and that was mostly all because of the casing and not what was inside. Everything in the room amounted to a staggering twenty million. The cost for lodging was chicken change when anyone compared it to his net worth.
Thanks to his great uncle, his worth had skyrocketed. Twenty times what it originally was. Where had the old man been hiding it all?
They all knew he had money but not this much. Compared to everything that had been currently added to his possession, what Klaus and Dylan had gotten was like comparing a one thousand dollars to a dime. Granted, he had long entered the Billionaire ranks but what his great uncle had left him had propelled him to somewhat of top dog status.
The city of Alvas, with its green open spaces and bright lights. A family project that had become more successful than they had hoped. He owned it. Not even the laws the humans had set could take it away from him. His uncle had done a good job of maintaining it, and he was going to do the same but better.
He downed the rest of the contents in his glass, enjoyed the burn of the liquid down his throat and set it on the table next to him. He made his way to his desk and took his laptop. Opening it as he settled down on the bed lengthwise. If he was going to take care of this city, first he needed to take care of the company.
Before his journey here he had asked his Beta, Xavier, to get the company files and upload them into his PC. He was impressed with what he saw. But he needed to test the staff. They had fared well under his great uncle but how they would fare under him was a different matter.
Samuel was in no way like his great uncle. The only thing that tied them together was his mother and the rich melanin in their genes. He was demanding, precise and was most definitely was not going to pat someone on the back and guide them step by step after they made a mistake.
One move in the wrong direction would ensure termination. Many called him a cold hearted bastard. A title he made no effort to remove. He sent an email to the company president with strict instructions to follow no excuses. He shut the laptop and kept it beside him on the bed.
By Monday morning, the buisness world would know about him and so would the company. If anyone did not meet his standards then they would be walking out the door.