Chapter 4 Tragedy in Disguise

I sat there for another hour, ransacking the website where I had found the information. It was a very exclusive website and I had gotten access due to some hacking skills I had picked up earlier in college. I was after many years of wondering why it was needed, finally, I had made use of it.

Things started to click wickedly and theories started to form in my head, I guess I had first been attracted to the name Finn before anything else. I wouldn't deny his eyes and aura were one to be wowed with, but the man who shared a surname with my ex had been the first thought that came into my head.

My dark side started to surface, but I didn't want to dwell on it, didn't want to dwell on anything aside from the fact that I just found out my new boss, who is considerably civil, is the father of my ex-boyfriend who is vile. It's all good over here.

I wanted to move on to other things, for instance. The project Trunchbull assigned to every one of us as some sort of orientation but the ideas were not coming together in my head. I managed to do a little bit of work but my mind wouldn't focus.

I went back and did deeper research, I found out it was a rumour whispered around but never actually spoken in public. Nicholas mothers name was mentioned in some articles and I could not but remember my first encounter with her. Nicholas was a mommy's boy.

She had been Ill-natured or perhaps she had acted ill-natured around me. She made snide comments about our two-year age difference and I gathered she had not been comfortable with it. I was two years older than Nick and we did not mind because I never judged based on years. I believed they were numbers. Well, I would now, because Nick had gone for a much younger person and that had hurt my ego.

I was almost rounding up when my phone rang and I moved to pick it up, I didn't recognize the number. I picked it up.

"Hello! Ellie, it's me, Nick"

"What do you want?" I snapped into the phone

"Calm your lions, I am not coming crying to you. Matter of fact I'm with my girl, this is her number I'm using to call" I rolled my eyes at his immaturity.

"What do you want Nick?" I asked again, resigned and the hurt in my chest returned in even more gnawing force. Why did he have that power over me?

"Yeah, I want you to send in my stuff. I need my cufflinks. Me and my girl are going out for dinner tomorrow" he said and I decided he was probably drunk.

"Would you please get off the line, Nick?" I asked politely.

"I could give you a thousand dollars. That suit costs a fortune"

"Darn If I'd be doing that! Leave the line"

"Poor Ellie you're still pathetic," he said and the line went off.

Then and there, my hurt quietly turned to rage and anger and bitterness and I was seeing black. I threw off my slippers and pressed my head against the pillow trying to muffle the scream I let out.

Who did he think he was? Why did he think he could be vile to me? I did nothing wrong other than love him, and was that something wrong? I cried and hatred brewed in my heart. Burning his clothes wouldn't be enough, crying every day wouldn't be enough, I had to go personal. Hit home.

The week went faster than normal, I was scheming and planning and I was enjoying the 'evil me' as I took to addressing my alter ego.

Lesley had taken in all our work and I was being cranky.

She was around for the week and may be permanent there. They were looking to promote one or two persons to a higher position and I was vying for the job.

I was expecting the appearance of Mr. Finn the senior again so I could put in the first phase of my strategizing, and two could play the game.

"Miss Donovan, can you come in for a minute" Lesley said as she stood at my cubicle's entrance, I stood up and followed her.

"Good day Lesley '' Lesley Blair was a tough head woman, surprisingly I had begun to like her, she had a very ribald sense of humour that I found amusing. She insisted we called her Lesley rather than Miss Blair. She didn't reveal if she was married or not but my research showed she had been, for two years when she was twenty and Miss Lesley was now Fifty-two.

"Mr Finn has requested a meeting with you, he is not around for the rest of the week but he will be available by Monday." She said looking at me and I nodded my head in understanding.

"I would expect you to have your portfolio and highlights available for the show. Also, be on your best behaviour, and kindly throw away your rebellious streak. Mr Finn would not appreciate any form of objection because he's quite known to be good at what he does. When everybody seems to think so, I guess he does too" she said dryly. I laughed and she looked at me.

"Sorry about that," I said, holding my hands across my mouth.

" You're an odd one, Miss Donovan, don't tell anyone but I like you," she said complementarity and I was flattered because I liked her back as well. I admired her strong qualities.

The work day ended and as I drove in my Audi back home, I was feeling better than I had felt for a long time. Nicholas's clothes were burnt, his numbers blocked and to add one more impending revenge, his father would soon drink from my hands.