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"My father, what?" Mr Thorn raised his voice as always when the conversation turned to his father. "Didn’t you notice? I’m the boss here. I run the company. He won’t help you to keep this job!" His voice was filled with fury. I’d never seen him so out of himself. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t contain his temper. He was seconds from exploding. I found myself holding the edge of the table, praying that Sarah would stop provoking him.
"He valued my work," she desperately continued to defend herself even when it was pointless. And his next words only confirmed it.
"My father only valued your cunt!" he yelled, and I winced in shock, looking at his furious face. We were all staring at him, absolutely dumbstruck. "Your services are no longer required. You’re fired!" he added after a two-second pause in a calmer voice, but he was still glaring at her like she’d just committed a first-degree murder.
"You—" she started again, but he cut her off, looking at his expensive golden watch.
"You have ten seconds to get out, or I’ll call the security," he stated coldly, putting on another stoic mask and acting as if he hadn't humiliated her and called her a whore in front of another twelve people.
"This isn’t over!" she shouted, raising her index finger. Her venomous voice made me shudder. She stomped out of the room, leaving the deafening silence behind her.
Everyone in the company knew that our former CEO loved to fuck young, beautiful women, and then he gave them different positions in his company. Except Sarah, there was another one who gained her managerial status this way, and she was looking everywhere but at Mr Thorn, probably too scared to even breathe.
"Does anyone else have a problem with Miss Adelaine’s arrival?" Mr Thorn asked in a stern voice, which was very familiar to me, and my body reacted in its own way. I didn’t realise how much his outburst was affecting me. I wasn’t scared that he would physically hurt Sarah, but for sure, he was able to ruin her life, and I needed to know why. I had to know the reason, and I knew it had to be important, otherwise, there was a huge unpleasant conversation with him in front of me.
I couldn’t be with someone who was acting like an insane person, destroying someone’s career for his own pleasure. Sarah had gotten her job because she was fucking the CEO, yet she was very good at it. She had great results, was hardworking, and didn’t deserve to be humiliated like that. No one did.
Mr Thorn’s question was hanging in the air, but no one dared to answer. Obviously, none of them had a problem with Miss Adelaine’s arrival after what they’d just witnessed. We all wanted to disappear from that heavy atmosphere.
"Fine. The meeting is over," Mr Thorn rumbled, and without another word, he left the conference room.
I wanted to follow him, to ask about the weird scene that happened in front of our eyes, but I decided otherwise. I slowly started to pick up the papers which were on the table, and acted like I was putting them into the file, while in reality, I was listening to the conversation of the two managers who stayed behind.
They didn’t pay attention to me, so I heard their every word. And I really didn’t like what I was hearing. They were talking about Rick and the party, which should be on Saturday. Clearly, Rick had lost every customer and all the next events which he should be preparing had been taken from him. I knew it was Mr Thorn’s work, and in some ways, it was flattering, yet he shouldn’t destroy a man’s business only because of my argument with that idiot.
With a roll of my eyes at my boss’s antics, I returned to sit behind my desk, thinking. I sat down, and my musing was interrupted by a strange, funny feeling in my stomach. Of course, with all that took place around me, I totally forgot about that little piece of metal in my ass. Instantly, my core woke up from its slumber, my heart hammered in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. Without wasting time, I knocked on Mr Thorn’s door, entering when he called for me to come in.
He was sitting behind his desk, typing on his computer, and for a moment, I had a feeling the keyboard was being punished for something severe. He was literally hitting it with his fingers. Again, he was furious.
"What do you need, Electra?" he inquired, shooting me a quick glance.
"I want to ask about Sarah," I answered truthfully, playing with my hands. I was slightly nervous from his tense shoulders, narrowed eyes, and lips pressed in a thin hard line. I had gotten used to his playful, gentle, and caring side so much that this Mr Thorn was a stranger to me. I needed to be careful and choose my next words wisely.
"What about her?" he barked, hitting the last few buttons and giving me his full attention.
"Was that scene really necessary?" I asked in a gentle tone, but when his eyebrows shot up, I knew it was a mistake. He wasn’t in the mood to answer my questions, and for sure, he didn’t feel the need to explain himself.
"Are you here to give me a lecture about how I should run my company?" He raised his voice, and I shook my head. He abruptly stood up and took his jacket from the armchair. For him, the dialogue was over, but I decided to try it again. He’d already proved that he cared about me. I wasn’t expecting him to break up with me because I asked him something. If breaking up was what Doms and subs did when they wanted to end their relationship.
"Sir, please." I put my hand on his forearm when he walked past me, and he abruptly stopped, burning me with his furious stare. "I need to know why."
"Because I wanted to," he spat, giving me an even harder glare than before, but somehow, I didn’t buy it. This guy, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t a man who was taking care of me, who held me at night and made me his.
"Why her? She wasn´t the only one sleeping with your father. What is so special about her?" I pushed, and he clenched his jaw. I had one hundred percent crossed the line. This conversation had nothing to do with the Dom/sub dynamic. Yes, he could stop me from questioning his actions, but it would create a hole between us, and none of us wanted to risk it. At least with it, I could be sure.
"I don’t need to explain anything to you," he snarled, taking me by surprise with his hostile tone. Still, I knew in my heart that his anger didn’t belong to me.
"You do not, sir," I replied. "But I’m begging you to tell me the reason behind it."
"Is it that important to you?" he asked, and I quickly nodded. I was watching him as the scowl on his handsome face deepened, and he eventually sighed and told me the disturbing explanation.
"Sarah humiliated my mother, blackmailed my family, and in the end, she got the position in the firm," he clarified, venom dripping from his words. "My father was afraid of her because she supposedly has a video of them having sex, and also some photos. She has nothing on me, though, so I decided to get rid of her."
"Okay," I whispered, staring into his eyes which swirled with different emotions. He was still livid and distant.
"My father was always a notorious womaniser, but Sarah crossed a line. I’m not going to feel sorry because I fired her slutty ass," he growled. His eyes showed me so much hatred that I was afraid he would turn me into ash. I’d heard a long time ago that Mrs Thorn had a great relationship with all four of her sons. And because of my close bond with my dad, I could understand the turmoil of feelings in him because of that woman.
"Thank you for your explanation," I whispered gently. I still had my palm on his forearm, and when he didn’t yank it away, I took his hand, gently rubbing my thumb along his knuckles in a soothing manner.
