C05: When Patience Equals Pain [2]

"Yes Luna,” Broderick said before writing to get everything ready.

In a few minutes, he was back with the car and an open door, for Sandra to walk in.

The Luna of the Marshall pack was worried about so many things and one of them was her life around Aztec’s servants. But then she also knew if she had taken a cab instead of Broderick with her, they would have thought they were winning. She wasn't going to let that happen, not anytime soon anyway. 

'Why was I so quick to agree to the damn ball, goodness!’ Sandra scolded herself while Broderick drove her to the company.

Maybe she had been a little too angry about what had happened, but then she had been rash in her decision. It was already bad enough that their company had so many things to do at the moment, and now that she had agreed, the documents were probably seated on her desk at the company.

'Well, it wasn't a request it was a command,’ her subconscious reminded her, like she needed another person to be taunting her again. Of course, Aztec had already given the job to Marina designs and who knew, he probably already gave the directive that Sandra work on the damn ball alone.

"Ah! It's so frustrating!” Sandra let out a loud frustrated sigh, making Broderick step on the brakes faster than he could ever have.

"Are you okay, Luna?” 

"Yeah, keep driving. Don’t mind me, Broderick,” Sandra said to the driver as she slumped back into her seat. She was in for a hellish day and she knew it. What in the world was she even thinking when she accepted this?

Well, in her defense, she was a smart woman who had gone to one of the best design schools, UCLA, and had learned the basics and everything that she needed to, about events. She hadn't gone to the prestigious schools just to be trampled on by people who had no idea what her life looked like.

Getting into work wasn't so hard until Noah, her boss, walked in with a project in his hands. Normally it should have been exciting for Sandra, but Noah’s angry face was all the signs that nothing would be awesome about today.

"Hello boss, good morning,” Sandra greeted in the most casual way she could manage.

She and Noah had worked together for three years now and he had been the best, but today, she could sense that something was off even from a distance. He was angrier, and looked like he was about to strangle Sandra with his bare hands.

"You’re on your own on this one,” Noah said as he slammed the folder on Sandra’s desk, making the woman curious.

What was with all the slamming that had happened in her life today?

Was she auditioning for the best slam or was that a sign that she was getting herself in deep shit the more she dragged out the damn marriage? But then it wasn't like she could just pack and go before Mary Franzel got to her anyway.

"What do you mean?” Sandra asked Noah who seemed too determined to make her life difficult. It was still morning and she had already gone through enough, but it seemed like her day was just about to get worse.

"Well, Aztec Marshall gave a specific order, that YOU were to be the leader of the project. Tell me something Sandra, what is it with you and the owner of the house Marshall? Do you like him?

"Is that why you got the project I’ve been eyeing for at least six months now?” Noah ranted sheepishly for a man who was the manager at Marina, and Sandra knew that things were far from over.

Since her marriage to the Alpha Aztec, she had managed to anger a lot of people. More than she wanted to or even thought possible.

"I— What?” Sandra looked at Noah, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on land, from the surprise of what she had heard. He could really be serious right? Who on the goddess's good earth even organized a whole ass ball alone?

Where was she supposed to even start from and why was she the one tasked with it? Goodness, her husband was a brutal son of a bitch and her boss was technically a man with zero humanity. Maybe that explained why they were like that.

"Great, you are pretending not to hear me too. Anyway, have fun with the designs and work on organizing the Shari ball, on your own. Good luck, Sandra,” Noah insisted aggressively, before walking out and slamming the door on his way out.

A frustrated Sandra let out a sigh. She knew there was no convincing anyone else in the company to help her with it. They were all cowards who loved their jobs more than they loved their teamwork. 

'What a great week,’ Sanda sighed once Noah was out. Her life had been turned upside down and the worst part of it hadn't even begun yet. 

The next few days of the lonely Luna were spent preparing for the Shari ball. She had never organized such an event, but she was hoping that it would be a success. Aztec had even bothered to help her. All he did was stare blankly at her each time he went home.

In fact, he had been spending more time at the Rose Villa than in their matrimonial home. Sandra knew she wouldn't be able to get help from the wolves and the company, so she had called in a few favors that would get her to get everything ready in two days.

For the cooking, she had team to help her, one that no one knew about. It was almost like Luna Marshall had her own team of professionals. By the time the two days were over, Sandra Franzel had done things that were impossible.

She had made things happen, things that no one would ever be able to plainly point out.