My sweet vengeance

Morgan's point of view 

I strolled to the coffee maker and made myself a cup of coffee before resuming standing, looking outside the window. It was rather too late for a morning coffee, but I was too angry and needed something to calm me down.

I almost froze to death at the airport. Okay, granted, I only waited for about 15 minutes before calling another driver, but that still counts; I shouldn't have to wait at all, not for anyone, especially not for my employee.

I arrived in New York early to have a meeting with Farrow Russo, an Italian American supermodel. 

I wasn't particularly interested in her, but I tried to make Russo Industries a partner. I wanted it to be my first success as the new CEO. 

The Russo industries have a large audience in Italy and Spain, the two countries we're still trying to grow our audience in. Partnering with them would be hitting the jackpot. 

I only wanted to win Farrow over because her father kept shoving his single daughter in my face. He dotes on her. Winning Farrow over is a direct ticket to Alberto's heart. 

That was like killing two birds with a shot, but that lady had destroyed everything, and now I have to apologize to Farrow, something I never do.

I had her fired even before I got to the company.I instructed the security men not to allow her in.

I stood at the window, waiting for her to show you. I wanted to see the shock on her face, wanted to see the tears fall down her eyes, wanted to see her on her knees crying, pleading to see me and beg for her job back.

And there she was. Oh yes, the shock on her face made me smile, but I was disappointed, she didn't beg, I didn't see her tears, she didn't get on her knees. Oh, she is acting tough right, let's see how easy it will be for her to get another job. I smirked and sipped my coffee.

Minutes later, the door flew open, and heavy footsteps interrupted the absolute silence. I turned to see Dad strolling in with an air of confidence.

“Welcome back, son. You couldn't even come say hi to your father but insisted we meet in the office. You're growing to become a great businessman,” Dad said and chuckled. 

“Business first, pleasure later,” I said and took a long sip from the coffee I was holding. 

“Heard you fired one of my employees...” he started.

“She was incompetent, and I don't condone such…”

I was about to complete my sentence when dad's words shoved in.

“You need to hire her back,” he said. The cup froze midway to my lips.

“And why is that?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Because she is very good at her job, and you can't just fire her because of one silly mistake,” he said. 

“I missed a meeting with Farrow Russo; you call that a silly mistake?” I cocked an eyebrow, feeling quite confident. 

“You can set up a new one, Son. It's unwise to fire someone while you're new at the place; you will need the whole team's cooperation, not indifference.” He said. 

“I wouldn't reverse my first order as the CEO.” I said blankly.

“ Don't worry about that son, I'll get her back and remember you haven't been made CEO yet; I can still reverse the decision.” 

That got my attention. 

"Dad"!!

“She is one of the best hands we have here, son. You will need her expertise if you want to settle real quick”, he said, before leaving my office.

I grabbed a glass of water and downed it in a gulp. I didn't believe what that said regarding her competence. She looks very dull to me. But if dad wants her back, then she returns, but I'm promised one thing: she will regret coming back here, I thought, and smiled an evil smile. 

A few minutes later, I was in the last place I'd ever imagined myself to be. At a bar a few blocks away from the office, in disguise, cavemen style.

I emptied the alcohol into my hand in a gulp. Just then, I noticed a woman staggering her way out. I followed her, at first curious as to why she walked about like a blind bat.

She moved slowly as though she wasn't really seeing clearly.

“Watch!” I screamed at her, but before I could complete my statement, she had already collided with a group of gangsters.

I watched as the men circled her. One of them grabbed her by the waist, his eyes going a bit lower. ‘ It wasn’t supposed to interfere, it wasn’t my fight, “was it?”? 

There is nothing I hate aside from seeing sick excuses who call themselves men that harass women. They hurled her, and she couldn't even see what direction to go. 

Finally, someone to take my anger out on today. My fighting skills kick in. 

"I'm sure going to break bones today," I muttered. Walking towards them, I followed them to the parking lot. The woman kicked and screamed, but the psychopaths did not drop her. No one even tried to stop them or call the police. 

I waited till they turned into the dark alley before grabbing one of them and twisting his arm. This alerted the others. 

“Let the woman go,” I said with enough venom dripping in my voice. 

They stared at each other and burst into laughter; probably they thought this was a Korean movie or probably Bollywood, where I would start to laugh with them.

 “You won't be laughing when I'm done with you,” I added. 

The guy carrying her dropped her like a sack; she winced as she hit the ground. The goons advanced towards me individually. I took turns beating each of them to a pulp. If Thomas were here, he would be proud that his coaching time did not go to waste. 

After a few minutes, all four of them were lying on the ground groaning. 

“Do you want to go for another round?” I shouted, bouncing on my feet, still high on adrenaline. 

I made a mental note to resume my training with Thomas. Fighting always did lift my mood. 

The men started crawling away as I advanced towards them. 

“Cowards,” I muttered, a little disappointed. 

I was about to walk away when I heard someone wince behind me. Right, the woman. I turned to see her still sitting on the bare floor, her hair scattered on her face. She still looked pretty drunk. 

I contemplated between minding my business and walking away or acting like a good citizen. The latter won. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her. 

I advanced towards her and grabbed her arm to pull her up. 

“Don't touch me.” She yelled. 

‘Uhh… rude, I just saved you from those dudes.' I wanted to say, but I kept quiet instead. 

I tried to steady her on her feet as she wobbled, still trying to wiggle herself from my grip. She yanked her arm out of my hand, simultaneously dropping a slap on my cheek.