I sat there, mouth agape, listening to her rip-off my idea. I've worked here for four years and for this—this boldface bitch to steal it—I won't stand for it. I'm done. I'm done letting these people walk all over me like some cheap, mud covered doormat. I'm not taking this shit anymore. Not today...not ever again. I got up slowly, my hands balled into fists and my mouth in a sneer. My vision went red. "You fucking bitch." I said. Everyone's eyes turned to me, in shock. Rachel stopped her presenting and looked at me, confused. I had every mind to climb over there and rip those crispy bacon things she called extensions out of her hair.
"Excuse me?" She questioned, rising her perfectly shaven brow in the air.
"You stole my idea!" I yelled, pounding my fist on the table. "I came to you in confidence weeks ago, telling you how I planned to win the opening with an idea I spent months slaving over. And here you are—stealing it. In front of my face! You heartless bitch!" I yelled.
"Sabrina, really?" Rachel said, condescendingly. "Do you have evidence that I 'stole' it and why are you NOT presenting said idea?" Rachel questioned, folding her arms over her chest. Because you told me it needed work! I took off one of my pumps to throw it at her but someone grabbed my arm before I got the chance. I looked over my shoulder and our eyes met. My heart fell out of my chest and flopped away. His stern, light brown eyes staring down at me. He always sporting a brooding look but today I swear I saw flames in his eyes. I swallowed a lump in my throat. When did he get here? Oh shit he saw my little outburst, didn't he? I'm so fired.
"Pack your these and leave." He said, his tone was dry. He let go of my hand, letting it flopped to my side.
"Now, Miss. Clark." He hissed. I picked up my bag, shooting daggers at Rachel's smug face before walking to the door. "I've seen enough, get back to work." He said, as I walked out the door. I walked to my desk with my shoe held firmly in my hand, trying my best not to do anything stupid but why? I'm already fired, shouldn't I leave here with a bang? Oh stop, you won't do anything to further degrade yourself. I sighed.
"That's true." I grumbled, to myself. I sat down with a sigh. I watched everyone pour out of the conference room. Rachel and her three woman clique of blonde bombshell laughed at me as they passed by. I ignored them. Yeah, laugh it up but karma will catch up to you, Rachel. My gaze shifted to Mr. Vyas, who is standing in the doorway, watching Rachel. I'm kinda jealous of how flawless his olive skin is. I swear men can do the simplest things and look amazing. He met my gaze and walked over. Oh crap.
My heart hammered in my chest at every step he took. "Have I not made myself clear?" He asked. He leaned over my desk, making himself at eye level with me. I could see the hints of green and orange in his eyes and attempt to count his thick, long eyelashes but they're too many to count.
"You did, sir."
"But I'm still seeing you and your things." He said.
"I don't have a box, sir."
"Downstairs should have. You have an half hour, if you can't find the door by then security be more than happy to help find it." He said, leaving immediately after. I let out a breathy sigh. What have I done to these people to make them treat me like this? Was I too nice? Did I smile too much?
As I was walking back to my station, I noticed Diane, from couple stations down, talking a couple of men from ICE. My heart fell when Diane pointed at me. I was confused at first but then it hit me. Crap, my visa expired didn't it? Crap! Crap! What am I gonna do? I'm out of a job and now I'm going to be deported! No, no my luck can't be that bad....can it? Has to be someone else they're here for. They marched toward me, the men are large blocks of muscle and yeah, they're looking right at me. When they were almost two feet of me, my mind when blank and body switched to autopilot. I ran to the elevator, then dived inside. I hit the button over a dozen times hoping it'll close before they got closer. The door closed just in time and I was able to breathe again.
I paused the elevator and sunk to the ground. I cradled my head in my hands, sighing. What am I going to do. I can't go back to Antigua. There's nothing for me there. I'm not on good terms with my dad or his family. Where the hell would I stay? I can't stay with mom because she's on a cruise with her new hubby. I rest my head on the wall, staring at the door. I chuckled. You know....it'll be super embarrassing if those men dragged me out of here kicking and screamed. Have they done that to anyone before? I hope not. That would be traumatizing.
My mind shifted to some of my favorite romcoms aand just like that I knew I was going to be in serious trouble for what I was about to do. But fuck it, at least I tried something. I got up and hit the 5F, with my extremely sweaty hands. I bite my lip. The door opened it felt like my body was going to get out. I can't believe I'm going to blackmail Mr. Vyas, like I had any dirty on him. How could I? The man barely even come to this branch, this is literally the third time I've seen him in all the years I've worked here. I think he prefers the New York branch, than here in Portland. I walked up to his secretary, Lewis, wiping my palms on my skirt. Lewis smiled at me. She's the only decent person in this entire building.
She a pretty, blonde with blue eyes and a big, bright smile. "Hey Sabrina." She said, as she stopped typing to give me her fully attention
"Hey Lewis....um...is the boss in there?"
"Yes, l ask if he's free to see you." She said, picking up the phone.
"No!" I exclaimed. She looked at me, frowning. "This is important, I have to see him right now."
"If I let you in without his consent he'll be angry with me—"
"I take the blame of he does." I assured her. "Please Lewis." She sighed.
"I'm so going to get it if I do." She whined.
"Please...I'm begging you." I pleaded.
"Make it quick."
"Thank you." I said, before running to his glass door. When I got inside his chair was to me. I looked around his very modern office, in here makes my floor look like a pigsty. Ah! What the hell? There some weird sculpture hanging from ceiling. I made a face. That's so creepy looking. I tore my gaze from it.
"Have the shipments arrived?" His voice scared the life right out of me. I took several breath to calm my racing heart. I slowly closed the door and walked toward his desk. I made sure not to walk on my heel....or breathe.
"Yes, and everything is accounted for. Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Vyas." Said a voice over speaker.
"You too." He said, before turning around. I froze. Our eyes met. "Ms. Clark? Why did Lewis let you in without asking me?"
"Um." I trailed off. He checked his watch and I took the opportunity to quickly jog to his desk.
"It doesn't matter, I'll deal with her later. You have five minutes left, Ms. Clark. You're done packing presume?" He asked.
"I know about your legitimate child!" I blurted, it was literally the first thing that came to mind.
He blinked at me. "Sorry....my what?" He asked, confused. I sighed and dropped into the chair in front of his desk, sighing.
"I don't know, sir, forget I said anything." I said, sighing. I'm hopeless....I can't even blackmail right. I'm so fucked!
"Is everything ok, Ms. Clark?" He asked, he must have seen the tear I tried to blink away.
"No, I'm not."
"I hope you know crying isn't going to get you your job back." He said. I looked at him and smiled. I've seen you fired your assistant for sipping your coffee in the elevator so trust me I know tears don't work with you.
"I know and it's not about my job, it's—" the phone rang, cutting me off.
"Excuse me." He said, before answering. "Yes, Lewis?"
"Sorry to interrupt but there's two ICE agents here, who would like to spoke to you." She replied. I gasped. He looked at me with a brow in the air.
"Yes sir." She answered.
"Did they give you a reason?"
"No but I'll ask, one moment please." She said. He puts the call on hold.
"Do you know anything about this?" He asked. I bit my lip, nodding.
"Y-yeah....they're here for me."
"Are you here illegally?" He asked.
"I wasn't but I'm visa expired."
"Hm. Today is really not you're day." He said, taking the call off hold. "Lewis?"
"I'm here. They'd like to speak to you about Sabrina Clark."
He looked me in the eye as he said. "Send them in." My heart fell when he said it. Did I expect him to help me? Yeah, kinda but why would he? I don't even work for him anymore, he's not obligated to help me. Right now all I can do it be deported with dignity. I gasped. Oh my—oh he's going hate me for this one. But what's one more reason for him to hate me. I got up and stood beside him. He looked at me, frowning. "What are you doing?"
"You're going to help me without out this weather you like it or not."
"Is that what you think?" He asked.
"Hush up and smile. Cause they're here." I sang, softly. He glared at me and stood up.
"Good mor...well that's too pretty of a word to describe today." He mumbled. He cleared his throat. "You gentlemen wanted to speak with me."
"Yes, we'd like to talked about Speedy González over there being here on an expired visa. Are you aware of that?" Said the tallest one, his tag said 'R. Goldstein'.
Mr. Vyas glanced at me. "It has been brought to my attention, yes." He replied.
"Interesting, you're aware she isn't allowed to do so, right?" R. Goldstein questioned.
"I am aware...hence why I'm al—"
"You can't deport me!" I blurted. All 3 men looked at me.
"And why is that?" Asked Goldstein's partner, S. Richards.
I took a deep breath before answering. "We're getting married." I replied. Mr. Vyas' body went stiff and I knew I was going to get it later. I hugged his arm with a smile. What's his first name again? I can't recall him having an Indian first name...um....I think....it's Aston. Lord please let me be right. "This-this is my fiancé....Aston."
"Are you sure? Because you don't sound sure." Aston's tone of was bone dry.
"Of course, I'm sure. Ash. Don't tease me in front of company." I said, grinning at him. The man looked like he wanted to kill me. I blew him a kiss. "Was going to renew my visa the morning but he proposed in bed and I forgot my head from my toes that day....it was so romantic—"
"Then where's the ring?" S. Richards asked.
"Had to get it resized." I replied, lifting my hand. "Long, narrow fingers." I said, wiggling my fingers.
"Ahuh." The agents said, in unison.
"You do know marriage fraud will reward you with 5 years of prison time and a fine of $250,000, sir?" S. Richards said.
"And she'll still get deported." R. Goldstein said.
"I'm aware." Mr. Vyas said.
"When is the wedding?" R. Goldstein asked.
"In a week." I replied.
The agents looked at each then stood up. "Expect an official to check in, and if you are committing marriage fraud expect to see us again." R. Goldstein said. His partner grinned at me. "Do enjoy the rest of your day."
I smiled, waving at them. "Take care now." I said. When they left I was able to breathe again. I turned to Mr. Vyas. Oh boy. That look alone made me want to jump out that window.
"Marriage fraud, Ms. Clark....you're trying to rope me into marriage fraud." He voice pierced through me ear. I squinted at him.
"You're sorry!" He yelled. I jumped.
"I get you why your mad, but I didn't have a choice." I confessed, softly.
He scoffed. "Yes, you did! You could have gone back to where ever the hell you came from and renew your visa or find some other LEGAL way to get back into the country!" He hissed.
"I have no where to go if I go back there!" I hissed back, tears rolling down my cheek. "My father and his family want nothing to do with me and my mom is on a cruise half across the world." I confessed. "I'd homeless."
He stared at me. "You have to figure something out, because I'm not doing this illegal shit."
"But they think we're engaged—"
"Tell them you caught me cheating or visa versa I don't fucking care." He said.
"No! I'm not doing it. Owe you nothing."
"You're right...you don't." I said, wiping my face. "I'm sorry—I'll fix everything." I turned on my kneel and left. Lewis was at the door when I got there. She frowned.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
"Yup!" I cornered, smiling. "I have to go, I'll see you when I see you.
"Oh ok." She said, still frowning.
My walking to the elevator felt like a lap of defeat and Mr. Vyas' angry face is all I could think about. The way his glossy, ebony hair shook when he moved his head. How his forehead wrinkled like he was 20 years older than he really is and his those shrubbery he calls eyebrows are surprisingly well groom and dark like his facial hair. Lemme tell you, you could see that jawline for miles and that long, straight nose will poke your eyes out. He had a cute, little mouth though. He's a handsome but I never found him attractive, too uptight. Like he clenches his ass when walks, form of uptightness. Only thing I liked about him was that he pays me now I don't like him anymore and he sure as hell hates me. Well, fuck him....I don't mean that—he's right, I should have just try to find another legal way into the country instead of trying to force him into committing fraud.
I sighed. I walked into the elevator and found a corner to wallow in sorrow.