Meet Me In The Pit

Chapter Fifteen - I'm Sorry

Keira

Score: Selena Gomez Feat. ZAYN - I'm Sorry We Lied

I blink away the angry tears, threatening to spill from my eyes. I lean my back against the wall, trying to steady my ragged breathing.

Son of a bitch!

Anger gripping at my throat, I stomp toward the service lift, still clutching the uniform jacket in my hand. Once inside, I press the button for the -1 floor. I can't go back to the conference room like this. I can't face Jeanine, while I'm this angry. Scratch that, I don't feel like facing her at all. All I want to do is pack my bags and get on a plane with Lisa tomorrow morning, and to go as far away from Benjamin, and this fucking job, as possible.

That is exactly what I am going to do. I'm gonna call Jean and tell her I can't do this. I won't do this. I want to go back home and not have to see Benjamin, or any of them, ever again.

A sigh rips off my chest, as I step outside of the lift on the -1 floor. I fumble with the jacket, folded in my arms, searching for the name tag, but I can't find one, so I just drop the jacket off in the laundry room, and then walk straight into the kitchens.

I walk into the organized chaos, alive with the haste of lunch prep, with people running around, shouting orders, and the sounds of knives chopping, pots clanking, and broths boiling on stove tops, mixing into a symphony of their own.

"Good morning, miss Vough!" A waiter, carrying a tray of leftover pastries from breakfast greets me. I nod in his direction, as I walk past him, grabbing a chocolate croissant from the tray in his hands and shoving nearly the whole thing into my mouth. The sugar instantly works its way into my body, helping to calm down my still-shaken nerves. I take my second, and last bite, from the treat, and lick my fingers, as I push the far door of the kitchen open with my hip, and walk into the empty hallway towards the delivery area. With a mouth, full of chocolate and pastry, I walk outside onto the ramp, used for unloading the daily groceries. It's currently deserted, just as I had hoped it would be. Despite the Spanish heat, suddenly enveloping my body, as I step outside of the air-conditioned hallway, I feel a sudden chill running down my body. I wrap my arms around my torso, and, for the first time since I left Benjamin's room, I take a really deep breath.

"In through the nose, out through the mouth," I murmur to myself, as the oxygen and the sugar, running through my bloodstream reach my jumbled brain.

I take my phone out of the pocket of my jacket. As expected, I have two missed calls, and at least a dozen texts from Jeanine, but I ignore them, as I pull up Jean's number.

For a second, I just stand there, with my thumb hovering over the dial button. The Spanish sun is hitting my face, its rays caressing my cheeks. I can feel my anger slowly ebbing away in waves, and my racing mind calming down.

It's been one full day. Just one. It's been a hell of a roller-coaster, but, it's been just one fucking day. I can't give up this quickly. I've worked so hard to be here, and, deep down, I know Jean's given me this opportunity because she truly believes in me. She believes I can manage. I can't let her down. I can't go running back with my tail between my legs. This is just a job. And I don't want Benjamin to think that I ran off, because I got scared or intimidated by him. I won't give him that pleasure. The son of a bitch's crossed a line, but I am a big girl. I can handle myself. I am older than him, for fuck's sake! He's just a spoilt little boy, who's gotten famous by chance.

But then my mind wanders back to our first encounter in Paris and how different he had been back then. So...sweet and nice. He seemed more...real, more genuine back then. Since I met him yesterday, he's been a different person. A cocky, arrogant, and hands-down unbearable boy. And I can't help but wonder how can someone change so much over such a short time. Or, had he acted like he had back in Paris in the hope of gaining something out of it? Like...me?