Chapter 9: Pills.

Andres Pov.

I didn't expect a better reaction, but I still felt insulted by the fact that she raised her voice at me.

I hadn't expected her at the door, looking up at me with her overly cute emerald eyes, and I had blurted out nearly immediately to evade the awkward silence, but that still doesn't mean she should reply like that.

“You do know who you are talking to, right?” I asked, trying to hide the anger in my voice.

“That doesn't fùvking answer my question, who the hell did you call phony?” She asked me again, and I resisted the urge to yell back at her.

“I am Andres, the real estate broker, and your boss!” A normal lady would have stopped after that, but she is far from normal.

“And I am Minnie Mouse, wanna keep going?” She asked me, and I scowled.

“You're fired,” I told her immediately and expected a reaction, but instead she laughed.

“You can't fire me, I've been placed here by the higher-ups, that is, people whose position surpasses yours.”

Is there anyone with a higher position than me in this company?

Dad wouldn't hire someone without letting me know.

Or could it be Gary?

He's the only other person I can think of; it must be him.

That would explain why this lady is so brave.

I stared at her, and she stood akimbo, staring back at me.

‘It would be best to ignore anyway,’ I thought, wanting to walk towards my chair, only for her to block the way.

I arched a brow in confusion, and she folded her arms.

“Where I come from, when you say a bad word to someone, and they don't like it, you apologize,” She said, and I sneered.

“Sounds like a ghetto.”

I said, and saw her eyes go red with fury instantly.

Temperamental much?

“See, this is what I hate about you rich people, you have just a little money, and then start to feel like the world revolves around you, well, just so you know, it doesn't!” She snapped, taking her bag and walking out angrily.

That seemed to solve the problem, and I went to sit on my chair.

“She's feisty,” Jefferson muttered, and I glared at him.

“You couldn't say anything when she was here,” I snapped, and he recoiled.

“She's crazy, no way I wanna be entangled with someone like her,” He mumbled, and I rubbed the bridge of my nose tiredly.

“Well, at least she's gone n..” Before I could finish, she walked right back in, taking a seat in front of me.

“Huh?” I asked her, and she smiled.

“Oh, sorry, I went outside to put on my lipstick,” She said with a small smile, as if nothing had happened earlier, and I began to wonder all over again if she's truly human.

“So boss, what do you want me to do?” She asked me, and I stared at her, not saying anything.

Is she faking it or just naturally bipolar?

Well, it would be easier to play along; the last thing I want is someone sent by Gary to end up leaving here angrily and reporting to him that I hadn't been hospitable.

That would cause even more trouble.

I took out a file and handed it over to her.

“That is for the estates in Orland and Caprina, get it sold before the end of the week.”

“But it's already Wednesday,” She mumbled, and I stared at her.

“Yes, is there any problem with that?” I asked her, and she nodded sideways.

“No sir,” She mumbled, and I nodded.

“Good, now you can leave,” I said, and she stood up, walking out of the office.

“Don't tell me you plan to be hard on her,” Jefferson said, and I sighed.

“The last thing I want is a Dullard on our team, look at it as me trying to test her intelligence,” I said, and he nodded.

“I understand,” He mumbled, and I relaxed back, wanting to rest, only for him to ask.

“You took the drugs, didn't you?” My eyes snapped open, and I turned to him.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“Maybe not to someone who doesn't know you much, but then, your eyes are dull, your lips keep parting, and you are acting violently, on a normal ground, you wouldn't downgrade a lady like you did earlier if not for the fact that you took it,” He explained, and I sighed.

Jefferson has been my P. For a while now, it's not surprising that he knows me this much.

“I felt stress this morning, that's why.”

“You know the side effects of the pills, you can't keep taking them,” he said quietly, and I knew he was right.

If I did, I could end up with internal problems, not including the visible side effects.

“I need them.”

Jefferson was made to say something, but decided to stay shut inside.

“If you say so, boss.”

“Who did you put in charge of her?” I asked him, and he blinked.

“In charge of who?”

“Rose..” I said and paused.

Why did it feel so right to call her that?

“Rose?” He asked confusingly and I coughed.

“I meant Rosaura!”

“Oh, I placed Morgan,” he said, and I blinked.

“Out of all the humans in this place, you decided to place Morgan? Why!?” I snapped, and he gulped.

“Since both of them are in the same category, I felt that she would have been the best person to show her the ropes. I know we still have our doubts about Morgan after that past saga, but I can vouch for her; that girl has been trying to make amends.”

“Spare me with the boring shìts,” I replied with a frown, and he nodded.

 “I'm sorry, boss.”

“Call me Evans, but make sure he's alone before doing so, I don't want him to get in trouble with Gary," I told him, and he nodded, heading out.

“And Jefferson…” I called, and he paused, turning to me.

“Yes, boss?”

“I'm sorry for yelling at you,” I apologized, and he smiled.

“I understand,” he said, before walking out.

I sighed, closing my eyes as if that would relieve me of the pain I felt in my head.

It'd be over soon.