Chapter 86: Chapter 86

KRISTIN

My morning was nothing short of boring.

I started with a hot cup of coffee. People say that starting the day with a good coffee helps the day to go better.

I can't help but agree.

But when I realized that I had little to nothing to do, my spirits fell.

Edith seemed to have attended to all my emails, and even sorted the files that needed signing, putting them to the side of my table where I could easily grab them and sign.

God help me, I went through the files slowly and signed them one after the other intending to take more time than necessary.

Just when I thought my day wasn't going to have any form of action, Edith walked in, flanked by someone on the side.

"Hello Kristin, Miss Himaldila is here to see you."

Dija stepped in smiling.

"Thank you, Edith. Please close the door behind you."

Edith shot me a questioning glare as she walked out. I could only shrug before the door closed behind her.

"She is a great staff," Dija said, smiling at the closed door. "It's not every time you see people who are actively interested in the growth of the company they work."

"Hmm." I took in her long silk gown that clung to all the right places. The strap was just a thin fabric that exposed her arms and shoulder—and her boobs.

Dija hardly dresses formally. Even in meetings, you would think she was a runway model attending an audition.

As expected of her, she didn't wait for my invitation before gently setting her silver Versace bag on the table and sitting opposite me.

Her movements must have made the black material glide down, almost exposing her nipples. She did nothing to cover them up.

The smile was still on her face...

I thought of making the entire process formal, then I realized that I would be the one to endure her nagging.

"Dija... What a pleasant surprise."

She flipped back her straight-as-hell black wig. "I'm sorry I didn't call before coming," she said.

"I am surprised to see you. It would be so nice to get an alert of your coming next time. I could have easily missed you had I been out of the company... for official duties."

"Come on, I said I'm sorry."

"That's okay," I leaned into my seat, now noting that she had very little makeup on. "So, what brings you here?"

"I'm here cause of our contract."

"I thought it was terminated," I said sarcastically.

She sighed, "I know I was a bit harsh for that, but you didn't even get across to me."

"Oh, you wanted me to call and beg?" I asked, eyes wide in surprise.

"As people who are business partners, I expected you to call me and find out what exactly went wrong."

"As people who are business partners, I wasn't expecting a letter of contract termination on my desk because I didn't consent to fuck you—again."

A silence I didn't foresee descended on the office.

She adjusted the dress to cover her boobs.

"Anyway.... I came because of the contract," Her surprisingly dropped. "I want to give you a second chance."

I resisted the urge to scoff.

Second chance? What the fuck?

I looked around my office while my brain did its best to break down what she said. In the end, I still couldn't comprehend.

I think it's safe to say that my day is better off boring and less active than this.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, my body gradually boiling in anger. Who the hell does she think she is? We fucked, yes, and so what?

"I want us to continue being partners," she said, a bit too arrogant like she had the power to stop the earth from rotating.

"The continuation of our contract solely depends on you. I don't expect that you'll agree, but my company is doing yours a favour." I saw her eyes narrow, and I didn't stop. "Not only have we given you services no other company could beat, but we also charged very little for it. I expect you to be grateful, Dija."

I knew I was taking her into the corner I wanted. As I expected, she was too stunned to speak.

Anyway, I did the speaking.

"All you've done from day one is threaten me. I'm sure you feel like my company will be nothing without you. We both know that if you decide to terminate your contract today, it will, in no way, affect us."

She parted her lips to speak. I kept shut.

The silence I didn't want came again. She was looking at me, trying to decipher if I was the one spitting out the obvious facts, or if something had gotten into me.

"I can't believe you," she said softly. The strength that previously flowed out of her instantly depleted.

"Dija, first you come to me unannounced, then you try to use the element of threat, then you push blame on me. You make yourself the saint and try to paint me as the devil..." I got to my feet, my anger taking the better part of me. "What the fuck did you mean by second chance?"

She got up too. I don't know how to describe the feeling that flashed through her face. It was a mixture of shame, suppressed anger, and regret.

"I came here to give you a second chance and this is all you are going to say?"

I pushed back the words trying to shoot out of my lips. I wanted to tell her how much of a slut she is, fucking dudes before completing contracts; and coming back like a dick-starved cunt... but I held myself back.

"Dija, is that all you came here for?"

"Yes," she replied quietly. She now seemed self-conscious of her exposed parts because she began to tug on the flimsy material around her body.

"Dija?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm afraid I would have to ask you to leave my office..." I licked my dry lips and looked into the depths of her seductive eyes, silently telling her that she had nothing on me. "Please go."

With her shoulders hunched in embarrassment, she moved back and smiled, "You are so going to regret this..."