Mrs. Inez

Twenty-Four

A/N
It's been a while and I'm sorry for the suspense 😅 a lot of stuff has been happening and I just needed to take a break 👉🏻👈🏻

Aaliyah's P.O.V

I stood in my office, overlooking the city as I took deep breaths contemplating what was going to happen in the next thirty seconds. I couldn't help but let a small smirk fall on my lips as I thought about what was not only coming for my company but what would be coming for Hope and myself. I couldn't help but feel butterflies whenever I thought about her. There was something about her that made me feel as though I was in a constant haze of contentment. I hadn't experienced feelings like this ever in my life and it made me question whether I truely loved being with my past relationships. I still felt my heart rate increase as Hopes voice singing she loved me in my mind, but part of me also knew she didn't fully know the real me. She only touched the tip of the iceberg with most of it being related to my horrible marriage with Bradley or company. Part of me questioned whether I was the right fit for Hope. I had never been conscious of this before and hoped for my sake it wasn't a bad thing.

I cleared my throat once I heard my office door slam open, questioning whether it had finally come off it's hinges after the countless encounters it had endured.

"How could you fucking do this?!" Bradley's stern voice filled my quiet office.

"Do what?" I questioned, folding my hands into my pockets as I turned to face him. His eyes were narrowed with anger, his eyebrows curved with annoyance, brining out the redness of his cheeks.

"Don't act dumb Aaliyah, what the fuck is this?" He questioned, tossing the piece of paper in his hand towards my desk, slamming his hand down, causing my heart rate to skip slightly.

"I believe it's your termination statement," I spoke calmly, walking towards my desk, "which to my understanding means you're also not a part owner of the company anymore," I continued, standing across from him, remaining composed and tall. It was as if steam was coming out of Bradley's ears in rage.

"You're fucking ridiculous Aaliyah," he grunted, pointing his finger at me, "how dare you fucking disrespect me like this," he spoke loudly, moving towards me.

"Maybe you shouldn't of disrespected me first," I barked back, feeling his hands shove me backwards into the glass behind me. I grunted slightly in pain, feeling his arm against my throat, as his face sat inches from mine.

"I will end you," he spoke through gritted teeth, forcing his arm onto my windpipe, causing me to gasp for air. I put my hands against his arm, trying to push him off, as the pressure in my head increased.

"You're ruining my life, and I'm going to do everything I can to ruin yours," he finished, moving his arm away, causing me to fall back slightly in coughs. I felt a hard punch across my face, something I wasn't used to, as I stumbled to the floor, still gasping for air as blood filled my mouth.

"Watch your back Aaliayah," Bradley threatened, "I know a lot of people who will sort you out before your first pay check," he added, before I heard his footsteps retreat outside my office. I coughed, watching blood spit out of my mouth onto the floorboards. I leaned back against the glass, my head tilted back as I closed my eyes in thought. I knew I could handle Bradley, and I knew taking the company away from him was the right thing to do. I just needed to be prepared for how psycho I knew he was going to become. And I knew Angelina also had a target on my back. But I also knew there wasn't a way that didn't involve Bradley being his asshole self.

"A-Aaliyah?" My eyes shot open at the softness of her voice. My heart instantly began to pound as her curious eyes wandered over my figure trying to make sense of the situation. I remained composed, watching as she slowly walked towards me until she was crouching in front of me.