A Wife for the Billionaire
Chapter 109: SOFIA

Chapter 109: SOFIA

I smiled, veering quickly to face the player I had bested.

My little rage trip had caused him to reveal his hand. It might not be what I had expected, but it was just as glorious. It was beyond thrilling, more than the satisfying ecstasy of drugs. Not that I have ever tested one.

"Yes?" I said, my smile spreading, almost tugging at a laugh.

"Come and sit your ass down" he replied, an attempt to wipe clean the fact that he had revealed his desperation.

"Shouldn’t you say, please?" I teased.

"Don’t push it" he laced.

"So serious" I thrilled, taking back my seat.

His face was red with rage. He hated that he had given me the upper hand. That he had relinquished his control to me. But I didn’t give a damn. Not one bit. He can die in shame for all I care.

His kind has dealt with people like me for so long. They never fail to remind us that we are lesser, we are nothing and that they are better. Simply because, life in its cruelty played fair with them.

I would have said, ’not anymore’ but that would be a lie. That I managed this win against him doesn’t change things. If anything, even if he doesn’t find a way to make me pay. He would another, it doesn’t matter who, so long as the person was like me, he/she will pay for my actions.

That epiphany made my win feel like it shouldn’t be. It suddenly felt wrong. Strange, how people like him get away with everything, whereas those like me suffer consequences oblivious to them.

Perhaps he noticed that my smile was gone, and my victory had been short lived because he chose then to speak,

"Suddenly not elated, are we?"

I didn’t even bother to answer. The world was cruel and kinda stuck in its cruel ways, try as much as we can, change never happens. Just imagining a world, where people like him would look at me like an equal, was hard to conjure. As if my mind knew the truth and was saving me from dashing my hopes, because such a world doesn’t and might never exist.

"Anyway," he continued, but I was barely listening, "here’s my offer and subsequently the ’main reason’, I want you to be my Personal Assistant"

Instantly my focus centered on him. Did I hear him right? His personal assistant, seriously?

"No offense," I said, leaning forward, "but could you repeat what you just said?"

Relaxing on his chair turned to the right, he mused, his tone like velvet against stone,

"I think you heard me clearly, what matters now is your answer, so what’s it..."

"But why?" I cut in, still not really believing my ears.

"Does the details really matter? I’m offering you a position many would kill for, a chance to learn from the best, to elevate your social status and here you are asking... why?" He deflected.

I didn’t care really about the position, even though he was right about people killing to secure such a position. It was a huge deal to be his personal assistant, but now, I was more interested in why he was offering me the job.

There has to be a catch. Something he wasn’t telling me, because it’s been like a year since he had a personal assistant. The last one he had, had taken to the Internet after he was sacked. He had accused Richard of being a horrible boss, one undeserving of anyone to labor for him.

Others collaborated his story, going ahead to say that his anger was one of his major flaws, closely followed by his pride and his I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude.

The news circulated for two weeks, before he decided to make a comment, and all he said was,

"It’s not my fault that basic simply wasn’t enough for me. All of my PA’s, none was ever really worthy of that post, but I was willing to try. To mound them into something special, but apparently they weren’t patient enough, they weren’t even matured enough, like why else would they expect me to pamper them as a mother would her child? None of them could cope with the caprices of my life and honestly I don’t blame them. And now, I’m taking a break. I won’t be hiring or employing yet another basic individual, and if it means not ever having a personal assistant for the rest of my tenure as CEO, then so be it. After all, I wouldn’t be the first to"

With those words, he got people to rally to his side. People believed him, of course they did. He was a public figure, a mogul in the fashion world, a darling in the hearts of many.

People like him always did that; get away with everything by finding a way to turn themselves into a victim. Twisting the story to suit them. I can’t count how many celebrities have done it. A sex tape is leaked and they will find a way to make it more about themselves than the video.

A way to garner more popularity and followers, by playing the victim. Soon no one gives a damn about the poor guy or lady whose life will be ruined by such a video, all everyone would cared about is their darling celebrity. And I really suspect, most of them intentionally leak these videos, to be the topic of discussion. The trending celebrity. The buzz.

In a matter of seconds, after he released that comment, his ex employees became the enemies. People turned on them, blaming them for not taking the job seriously enough to learn from the best. Many took that opportunity to ask him if they could be his personal assistant. Some even wanted less, men and women willing to be his slave. And some twisted minds asking to be his human toilet, and all that shit.

Another two weeks, before he offered another comment,

"I sincerely thank everyone who understood things from my angle. Not many can see things from another’s point of view and such a feat when achieved is truly commendable. So, thank you. But my decision to go without a Personal Assistant is still very much in effect, but thank you nonetheless for trying to change my mind. I love and appreciate you all"

In the space of thirty seconds, that comment became a trend, garnering more than a million reactions and comments. Heart emojis, starry eyed emojis, ’I love you too’ comments and all that bullshit.

People didn’t care that those words meant nothing to him. That it didn’t come from his heart, rather it was written by a media consultant, or those pricks people like him usually hire to maintain their precious reputation.

And now, the same man was offering me the same job offer he said he would never offer another.

"So, I guess I’m not basic like others for you to be offering me this position?" I laced.

He muttered something under his breath that if my lip reading abilities could be trusted came close to ’fuck’.

Adjusting his tie even though the damn thing couldn’t be anymore perfect, he pulled his chair to the normal position and before he could try to say something in his defense, I quickly added,

"Oh wait, this has to be some twisted game of yours to make me pay for everything that has happened since our paths crossed, so you can ruin me just as you threatened. I bet you already have everything planned, even the speech you will read to those shallow minded fools who call themselves your fans, pathetic enough to think you care one bit about them, isn’t it?"

"Aren’t you paranoid?" He dared say.

"Excuse you!" I spat, "what is that supposed to mean. By God, you are so fucking insufferable, it’s no wonder others quit. I doubt there’s anyone who can put up with your cruelty. Screw you and your plot of a job, I refuse to be another victim for you to gain public affection"

I stood, and he quickly said,

"There’s no need to leave, hear me out first before you go making assumptions and thinking this is a game. This has nothing to do with what happened with my past PA’s and I rather you give me more credit because if I had wanted to make you pay, I would be more creative than this. In fact, I doubt you will even see it coming..."

"More reason why I should never trust you, isn’t it?" I interjected, still standing, "Like do you even hear yourself, sorry to say this, no, most definitely not sorry neither do I care, but you are just as twisted as they come. I’m leaving and you better not stop me this time. I rather marry my ex than subject myself to whatever game this is"

I snatched my purse and in rage, knocked down the chair as I made to get the hell out of there.

"Fine, leave!" He yelled, halting me from taking another step, "go and marry your ex and live out the rest of your life miserable. But know this, a part, if not all of you will regret why you never heared me out today because you were too paranoid to"

That shouldn’t change anything. It shouldn’t feel like a cut from a very sharp blade. It shouldn’t impale me from taking another step, and it definitely shouldn’t make me cry.

But... it did.