Loving You

Business and Emotions

RUE'S POV

I walked briskly into the office, "Morning Leslie. My coffee?". "Good morning and already have it here", Leslie said as she handed me my coffee and smiled. I rose up my brows at her in confusion, "Why are you smiling?". She shrugged and walked back to her seat, "Nothing! You just seem different today". "How different?", I questioned but all she responded was, "We have the board meeting in 5 minutes".

"God, I'm so fatigued. Tell Daisy not to let anyone in till...", I started to say when my door pushed open and Lucy, my publicist rushed in. I sighed, "Lucy, I'm not in the mood for...". "There's news that you have PTSD out. It's everywhere. I don't know how to respond", Lucy yelled. I froze and sat up, Lucy handed me the tablet and Leslie came to stand beside me.

RUE EVANS, CEO OF EVANS ESTATE LIMITED, IS RUMORED TO HAVE SUFFERED FROM PTSD

Wtf! How? How is this even possible? The only people that know are Bri, Jordan...and Blake but Blake would never do that. He won't!

There has to be some type of explanation. I should call Blake but immediately I dialed his phone, it went to voicemail. What the hell?

I turned to Lucy and Leslie, "Lucy, you can go. Thank you. I'll call you if I need you to do anything. Leslie, go and make sure that everyone is still working". "Yes ma'am", they both said and after casting worried gazed at me, they walked out.

My phone started buzzing, I picked it to see that it was from my mum.

No, not right now.

I was about to dial Blake again when Tyler called. I immediately picked and placed it my ear, "Tyler? Great! I've been trying to reach...". "Rue, Blake's been arrested!", Tyler's voice rang and he sounded like he was in a hurry. "What? What for?", I asked already starting to fear. "I don't know. I think he was in a fight or something. I'm on my way to the station", he replied. I nodded fervently, "Okay okay, I'm on my way". "I don't think that's a good idea. Whatever must've happened, I think it has to do with you", Tyler said and I immediately countered, "Yeah, no shit Sherlock. I'm coming there". "Okay fine, see you", he said and hung up.

"Why do you think he got arrested?", Leslie asked as we sat in the car on our way to the station. I scanned the article of my PTSD and said, "I might have a good guess".

We entered the station and Tyler was just bailing Blake out. I walked up to Tyler and tapped him. He turned around, realizing it was me and sighed, "Oh good you're here. You can take care of him. I have to get back to the hospital. He has to come to my house later cause he might need a few stitches". "Stitches?", I gasped when Blake appeared from down the hallway. I eyed his demeanor and wondered what the hell he got himself into.

"What were you thinking?", I snapped. He sighed and rubbed his head, "I'm already going to get a lot of scolding from a lot of people so can you not add to it?". I rose my brows at him, "Really? You went to Mark's office to fight with him? In public! He could press charges!". "He should go ahead", Blake sighed as he relaxed on the seat and pressed the ice pack on his head. "Why did you do that?", I yelled and Blake yelled back, "Because he was the one who leaked your PTSD to the press! I don't know how he found out but I went to the press company and they said it was him, okay?". I stayed silent, surprised at what Blake said.

How did Mark find out and why would he tell the press?

My phone buzzed and I picked it up, "Hello?". "You and Blake better make your way to my house this instant", Flynn yelled into the phone. I sighed and glanced at Blake who was glancing at me confusedly.

"First of all, you!", he snapped pointing a finger at me. I stared at his finger as he continued, "You have PTSD for 7 years and you never thought to tell me or your mum or Jordan". "Jordan knows", I muttered. "Don't talk till I'm finished!", he barked and I remained silent. "You kept it to yourself for years. How did you think your mum would react when she finds out? On the news, especially!", he said. I looked at the ground and muttered, "I'm sorry". "And you!", he continued, this time turning to Blake, "Do you think this is a high school football field". "He leaked out...", Blake tried defending himself but Flynn wasn't having it, "I don't care who did what? This is a corporate world, Andrews! Rue has a company to uphold! The reputation of her business starts with her and the people around her. You just don't go around punching everyone in sight, no matter what the case might be". We stayed silent, bowing our heads as he spoke, "In this world, we don't fight with fists, we fight with our minds, tactics, stocks, shares, words, knowledge, law. Mr Robbinson can decide to sue you, do you know that? I'm so disappointed at the both of you right now. Just leave". "We're sorry", we muttered and I turned away and walked out, Blake trailing behind me.