“CYRUS, WAIT.Please.”
Kyara had lost all sense of pride by the time she finally caught up with her ex-boyfriend at the end of the hallway. To get to this point, she had to run past so many of their colleagues, all of them looking at her and Cyrus curiously because she was acting like a girl who couldn’t get over being dumped.
Oh, if only that were true.
She could bear having everyone believe such a lie because it only affected her.
But when what Cyrus believed could affect someone else, and that someone was her boss—
“I just need five minutes,” she said shakily. “That’s all I’m asking so please—”
Cyrus suddenly shoved her against the wall, Kyara hitting the back of her head so hard that it made her feel dizzy for a few seconds.
“I thought long and hard about you last night,” he sneered, “and you know what I realized?”
She tried to speak, but Cyrus clearly wasn’t in the mood to wait for an answer.
“You really fucking led me on,” he hissed. “You had me believing you were this nice small-town girl that I had to bide my time with,patientlygrooming you into who I wanted you to be, until I finally had you in my bed—you fucking made a fool of me!”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair as he spat at her, and she could only bite her lip hard and pray that this would be over soon.
“All this time I was waiting for you, you were with him, weren’t you?”
She shook her head. “C-Cyrus, please listen—”
“No, bitch! You listen to me, and you better fucking listen well.” Hatred blazed from his eyes as he took a step back from her. “I’ll make both of you pay.”
No. No. No.
“C-Cyrus—”
Helplessness threatened to swallow her whole, and the next thing she knew—
“P-Please.”
She was down on her knees because she didn’t know what else she could do.
“Please, I’m begging you. Don’t hurt him.”
Cyrus only looked at her...and then he began to smile, and Kyara...
She remembered that look from long ago. Early last year, when they were having breakfast at the diner, and he had looked like he was in a really good mood that she had curiously asked him if anything had happened.
‘Well, if you really want to know. There’s this person who just rubbed me wrong. So I told that person I was thinking of having them fired.’
She remembered telling herself while listening to Cyrus that it had to be a joke. It had to be.
‘It was fun making that person beg. I made them think they had a chance. You should’ve seen their face, Kyara. The whole thing was so worth it for the face.’
At that time, she had tried so hard to fool herself into thinking that maybe...maybe whoever it was that Cyrus had been talking about, that person had done something wrong, and it was why Cyrus had wanted them out of a job.
But now...
Now she knew better because Cyrus looked like he was in a really good mood again.
No no no.
“His days are numbered, Kyara,” he said pleasantly, “and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”
