The Perfect Intern

Chapter 28.

Dante

"Fuck you."

She did a short intake of breath as she looked up at me. She was mute, but her eyes spoke volume.

However, there was no mercy for traitors. And the beautiful woman in front of me- with well deserved tear filled eyes-was a fucking traitor.

She had to be the world's greatest actress. She played me like a violin and I stupidly only questioned it once.

That's the first time I had ever talked to someone like you.

Someone like me?

Yup, he wore a suit.. Thanks to him though, I found SEO.

My head began to spin as my chauffeur closed the door behind her.

I backed away and started to walk in an effort to ease my mind.

But my mind refused to stop.

I fell into her trap.

She took my breath away, now I resented every single breath she took.

Nicholas Fausti now most likely would know one of my greatest undisclosed weaknesses.

My disorder.

The very disorder that lead my father to his down fall-with a helping hand from Levi Fausti and substance abuse-will be the same to lead me to mine.

You'd think your life would be great as a CEO. And it is.

If great meant a real shit show of a good time

Speaking of a shit show, as I looked to my right I happened to be standing right in front of one of the bars Roland was telling me about.

I told him I couldn't be seen in a bar at all, but now the circumstances were much different.

Besides I'm in Thailand four times a year.

Who will recognize me?

As I looked to the top of the building I could see two martini shaped lights leaning against each other in what seemed to be a toast.

One drink won't hurt.

Yes, it will.

Finally someone with some fucking sense talks.

Shut up!

The spinning got worse and I stormed away from the bar.

The burning sensation that follows a shot of alcohol would have distracted me from the pain in my chest. But my mind wouldn't even let me have that.

Fuck.

Dante has to do something.

Something has to be done.

What am I going to do?

This had to be the biggest screw job I had ever got at SEO and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I couldn't treat her as I had the other traitors, I couldn't feel pure anger towards her, and she was a female which made the need to punch someone or something while thinking of her shameful.

It went against my morals to think of hitting a woman, but fuck. Was this shit hard.

I hit the nearest wall with the palm of my hand, but the anger hadn't diminished.

How could I have let this happen.

Dante was stupid.

Dante should've known better.