Chapter 23: Millionare

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*AURELIA'S POV*

This morning i'm having a meeting with Kennedy. I'm so nervous.

I'm scared what she's going to say about my body at the gala. I'm scared what she's going to say if she saw me and Ace kiss.

I walk into my building and ignore everyone trying to talk to me. I need coffee.

I go straight up the elevator and see Kennedy at her desk.

She looks at me, scowls, and nods to the meeting room.

I walk in there and sit at the head of the table. It makes me feel powerful.

Kennedy sits on the opposite head of the table. Seriously?

Now i have to practically yell to her.

"So, what's going on?" I ask.

"You lost one million dollars."

"What?" I snap.

"You lost one million dollars."

"How the fuck did i loose a million bucks."

"A video leaked of you and Ace kissing. I had to use the money to stop it from spreading."

But there was no cameras? I know there was no cameras. I checked if there was no cameras.

The only people that saw me and Ace kissing were Kennedy and Brady.

My gut clenches and turns around.

This can't be happening.

I don't care how much money i have. Loosing one million dollars is a big fucking deal.

"So," I gulp, "The money is just gone?"

She nods.

"I don't understand." I whisper.

The only person who would have taken my money is Kennedy. She knows all my finance. She knows my life in and out.

"I need to go." I mutter breathlessly.

I stand up and Kennedy speaks, "You didn't reach the weight goal before the gala."

I turn around to her.

What is her fucking problem?

"Fuck you." I sneer and walk out. I leave the building.

The blood roars in my ears and my heart thumps in my throat.

I feel like my body is shutting down. I feel like i'm drowning. I need air.

I stop infront of the bar next to the Venice. The one i collected Ace from.

I need a drink.

I walk in and slump at the bar.

The bartender does a double take of me and frowns, "Aurelia?"

I look at him, "What?"

"Nothing."

"Can i have your cheapest drink?"

"Aren't you the worlds youngest billionaire?"

"Fine, give me your strongest drink."

"Coming right up."

He hands me a glass of something. I scull the entire thing and let the liquid flow down my throat and into my empty stomach.

I drink away my feelings.

Maybe drinking isn't so bad.

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