Well Manicured Nails on a Redhead

The absence of the CEO and Founder of the company does not stop them from moving on with their daily jobs, therefore in the afternoon of the next day, when she saunters into the lobby of the company building like she owns the place, just like she’d been consecutively every week for the past seven years, the staff do not stop her…

There is quite the lesson behind that one.

Once, one receptionist had simply stopped her with a smile so radiant it would have put diamond to shame, and asked her who she’d come to see. Charlotte had stopped in her tracks, turned around slowly to face the newcomer and with a smile equally bright but even more venomous, fires her on the spot for even talking to her.

The girl had been fired and no one had seen her since then, especially as the boss, Lance, had done nothing to go against her words. Since then, no one had the guts to go up against her even when she’s being the bully which is literally more than ninety percent the time, they just let her come in and go out as she wants.

Today is no different.

With that snobbish way her nose is usually turned up like every other person picked their outfits from disgusting, smelling trash, the way her lips are usually pursed and straight even when spoken to, she walks over to the VIP elevator doors which only the CEO and a handful of other people, including herself make use of.

As the doors close in front of her, the loud whispers begin.

It is nothing special especially as even with her snobbish and proud manners, Charlotte Hills is one of the most beautiful redheads you will ever set your eyes on, and frankly, one of the redheads that stayed the longest with Lance.

After the messy scandal seven years ago, Charlotte was next, and she’d stayed.

Up on the twentieth floor of the company, the elevator doors ping open and Charlotte strolls out with no care in the world.

“Ma’am…”

Charlotte waves her away as she walks past the woman’s table.

“Ma’am?!”

“What the fuck do you want from me?” She retorts with an unmistakeable note of cruelty. If the woman was close enough, she would have slapped her across the face for disturbing her.

“I’m sorry for interrupting but Mr. Wesker isn’t around today.”

Charlotte frowns with disgust, sliding off the sunglasses around her eyes, to reveal the most startling hazel eyes one can come across in their years of living. Damn, Charlotte is a fine woman, fine, but terribly mannered.

“Lance is not at work? Where did he go? A meeting?”

“He took a late night flight to Fiji yesterday.”

“Fiji?!” She literally shrieks, her bag sliding down her elbow into her hands as she looks physically mortified. “He wet to Fiji island? Without telling me too?” She looks like she’s having a mid-life crisis, and if the situation weren’t so scaring for her, Matilda, Lance’s secretary, would have laughed.

Charlotte mutters to herself for a few seconds before drpping, no, slamming her bag on the counter and fishing her phone out of the bag. A very orange colored latest Apple product. She taps noisily for a few seconds before putting the device to her ears, calling Lance.

Frustrated when the first one rings but doesn’t get picked, the retries a total of four more times before dropping the phone on the table, her fists clenches.

Even Matilda knows not to be within hitting distance when she’s in such a foul mood.

“Did he go to Fiji for a meeting or something? Or what could he be so busy with there that he can’t pick my calls?”

Matilda opens her mouth to talk but Charlotte interrupts her with a loud and dramatic gasp.

“Or… did he go with someone by any chance? Hopefully, a man?”

Matilda shakes her head from side to side slowly, taking two steps backwards while doing so.

Charlotte shrieks as though there are live bugs crawling on her body. “He went to Fiji with a woman?!”

“Yes ma’am but…”

Charlotte has heard enough and goes on a full blown rampage. “These horny bitches and daughters of jezebel can’t keep their beautifully manicured nails and well prepaed fucking red hair out of his fucking face. Oh I know it is the redhead because the world fully know that my Lance has a thing for women with red hair so all the fake blondes will dye their hairs and suddenly become redheads parading their ugly butts around my Lance…!”

Matilda’s eyes are quite wide, listening to the entire tirade.

“Do you have a picture of the bitch? Is she rich? Do you know her from somewhere? Any fucking place? Or do you know her at all?”

“No, nothing at all. I do not know her at all. She’s only come here twice.”

“Just let me set my hands on that bitch, I promise to pull out every single strand of fake cheaply dyed red hair on her head, render her bald and sue her for adultery!”

“But ma’am…” Matilda starts, an odd sliver of boldness coursing through her. “Don’t you need to be married to Mr. Wesker before suing another woman for adultery? Also, isn’t adultery a two way thing? I think suing the man and the woman would be the most perfect, but seeing as you’re not married to him, I don’t think the charges would hold against the poor woman.”

As soon as she’s done talking, the urge to just run away climbs over her because Charlotte’s calmness is much much worse than her tantrums.

Charlotte chuckles, actually chuckles, picks up her phone, sunglasses and black prada bag off the table, while still chuckling.

“Marriage? That’s a small commitment to define what Lance is to me…” And just like that, the calmness ends as she walks to the elevator, looking like she’d fall to the ground with every step in those five inch heels. “Just let me lay my fucking hands on that whore, she’ll know that Lance Wesker stopped being within reach seven years ago!”

Matilda stays in shock for the next five minutes after her voice dies out in the elevator.

Unknown to the other woman across the oceans of the world, who is not having any fun, at least not yet, someone is waiting for their arrival back at home, with well manicured nails so long that if they dig into her eyes, they are bound to come out with some brain matter as well.