The day went by fast. I did all the work that was assigned to me while Michael continued to be strange the whole day. Every hour he would come in and ask me how I was. I would respond with the same answer. "Fine" and then at lunch he came into my room and dropped off some food for me. I was shook. I didn't move an inch as I watch him leave my office like it was nothing. Although this shocked me I kept my firm composer. I acted unresponsive and uninterested because I thought that was the safest way to go about things. However after the 19th time of him coming into my room for no reason I had to talk to him.

"Why do you keep popping in here sir? Is everything alright?" I asked confused.

"Um.. yes I just wanted to um.... see how you were" He said a little bit uneasy.

"Well this is the 20th time I have said I'm fine so I'm probably fine." I said.

"Good" he said and was about to leave but I spoke.

"It's almost 3 anyway, I should get going." I said as I started to arrange the pile of papers that I was finished with.

"Well, do you want me to come with you and help you arrange your things. Or you could do that later when I'm there." he asked.

"It's fine. I'll handle it. Have a nice day Mr. Shaw" I said and was about to walk out of the door but he stopped me.

"M-maybe I should come with you just in case" Michael said with a raised eyebrow.

"Again. I'm fine" I said with a smile and then walked around him.

He finally let me go and I went down the stairs. I called a taxi and drove to Shaw's house. The house had the same atmosphere as it did when I left. Cold and empty.

I stepped inside and saw that no one was there, so I climbed up the stairs and stuffed my shit in my suit case. I felt somewhat happy and sad at the same time. This deal was suppose to be the best thing to happen. But I felt I was leaving something bigger behind as I was packing.

When I was finished packing up all my belongings I went to my new home. Sadly, Tiffany wasn't in. Probably doing one of her side jobs. I got changed into some shorts and a tank top and opened up a good book. I had nothing better to do so why not read.

When I was getting to the good part, some jackass had to knock on my door. I hate interruptions.

When I opened it, Michael appeared.. He stood there fidgeting very nervously as he raked his hair through with his hand violently.

"Hello sir, can I help you?" I said in a polite tone.

"Jeanette I-" he started but I cut him off.

"Ms. Peterson" I interrupted and that made him change into his usual snappy self.

"What did you say?" he snapped.

"I think we should talked to each other formally. More professional" I explained but that angered the beast even more.

Why am I so stupid?

"I WILL REFER TO YOU HOWEVER THE HELL I WANT TO JEANETTE" he yelled which caused me to flinch. I guess the old Michael was back. It made me a little bit sad but then again I didn't have to see his ass that much cuz I moved out. I only had to handle this attitude at work like before.

I stood there in silence with my arms crossed and my mouth in a firm line. I didn't want to anger the beast more with my talking. All I wanted to do was go back to my book.

"Anyways I came here to tell you something" he said, returning back to the calm Michael.

"Which is?" I questioned in a whisper.

"I'm sor *coughs violently* I'm sor *Coughs violently* " he kept trying to say something but it was like the words were killing him almost.

"My God Michael are you alright? Do I need to call an ambulance or your dad" I said concerned.

"No I'm fine. I'm just trying to say... " he started to say and then glued his eyes on the ground.

"I'm not good at this" he said shaking his head a little.

"Good at what sir?" I asked.

"Let me just explain what I'm trying to say. I have this negative emotion about putting you in harms way yesterday and I wanted to reconcile for my actions" he said really quickly.

"It's fine Michael" I said.

"No its not. If I had just listened to you, you wouldn't have been in harms way. If it wasn't for Martin getting your epi-pen then you would have died. The doctor said the amount of flowers closed you throat tight and you were being suffocated" he said with a little regret in his voice.

"It happens." I said with an uncaring shrug. This wasn't the first time a guy gave me a flower that almost killed me. The one thing I don't understand is why woman presents are mostly flowers? I mean is that really all there is?

"Why aren't you yelling at me? Why aren't you mad? Angry? Furious? What's wrong with you? Maybe the flowers cut off some of your emotions as well" He snapped.

What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he trying to provoke me?

"Sir, can we please continue this conversation tomorrow" I whispered in a sigh.

"Well I'm sorry if my apology to my wife is causing you inconvenience. Can I speak to the real Jeanette?" he spat.

"Sir-" I was about to say but I was interrupted by him.

"I'm not leaving" he said firmly and pushed his way inside my apartment.

"Tell me, what's wrong" he said

"Nothing" I said dully.

"So were going back to that shy girl act again. Jesus I thought we past that" he scoffed.

Silence

"SAY SOME THING" he snared and I jumped.

"What would you like me to say sir" I said calmly not looking at him. I wasn't scared of the bastard but when someone yells for no reason I jump.

"ENOUGH WITH THAT SIR OR MR. SHAW CRAP. I THOUGHT IT WOULD PROVOKE YOU BUT I GUESS IT DID THE EXACT OPPOSITE" he shout.

"What would you like me to call you" I asked.

"MICHAEL YOU CLOSED OFF BITCH" he hollered.

Again with the name calling, I thought we were pass that?

"Okay Michael. Well I think we should continue this tomorrow" I dull voice.

"NO. YELL AT ME. SCREAM IN MY FACE. DO SOMETHING." he said and then grabbed my shoulders to start shaking me. I swear if he hit me he was going to the hospital directly.

"I don't think that appropriate Michael. Given the new arrangements" I said softly.

"FINE. JEANETTE BE A BITCH. NO WONDER YOUR FATHER DIDN'T LIKE YOU. YOU NEVER LISTEN. YOUR SO CLOSED OFF. MAYBE HE JUST STOPPED TRYING TO LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU NEVER OPEN UP" Michael yelled and let me go. I don't know why he would say that but this confused me.

Why would he say that? It was so fucking random. Like was he just trying to dig deep and try to make me feel pain because it worked.

That hurt. It felt like I had just been punch in the stomach by the hulk and then run over by a semi truck. My heart shatter and my tears started to form and roll at the same time.

Why did he have to be so cruel?

When he saw the tears I saw a little remorse in his eyes and he tried to touch me. I guess for a hug but I moved away.

Like why the hell would I want a hug from him right now? Is he fucking crazy?

"Why did you come here Michael" I said through sniffles.

"To apologize"

"Well as you can see that didn't happen. I'll see you tomorrow for the plane ride to London" I said dismissively.

"Jeanette please let me-" he said as he tired to touch me again but I moved again.

"Michael you have done enough. Please leave" I said and with that he left. I went to my room and cried on the floor because I still didn't have a bed yet.

Damn it. This floor cold as F! I thought.

I wanted to go and cut but I didn't want to get up. All I wanted to do was lay there and die. I think if someone were to come in and try to shoot me I would have let it. My arms were tired. My face was batter with tears and little bit of snot and my heart felt cold.

After many a couple of hours I heard the door close and open.

"JEANETTE" Tiffany hollered from outside but I stayed in my fettle position.

"JEANETTE" she said again and was getting a little closer to my room.

"Jeanette" she said as she opened the door. I was facing a wall and didn't see her.

"Jeanette why haven't you been answering? Did you not hear me call you?" she said as she got closer to me.

"What do you want Tif" I said in a soft whisper voice. And with that she came into view of my tear stained face

"Jeanette what's wrong?" she asked with concern.

"Nothing" I said faintly.

"What's wrong" she said as she stroked my hair.

"Just some... stress" I said with a sigh.

"Fine don't tell me. I bet it's Michael's flat ass. Watch when I meet his ugly ass. Imma kill him on the spot. But for now please stop crying. It makes me want to cry with you. And I can't mess this make up." she said at first getting angry about Michael and then said the last part in a dramatic tone.

"Why?" I questioned.

"I'm going to club girl" she said with such happiness.

"Such a clubin girl" I said with a smile.

"You know it. Do you want to come?" she said with excitement.

"Nah I have a big day of work tomorrow. But have fun okay" I said.

"Will do. Love you" she said and kissed my forehead.

"Love you too" I said and then she left. I stayed in my tears until I fell asleep. The next morning I was awoke by yelling. It wasn't from my alarm tho. It was from living room. It was Tif and Michael! I sprang up from the floor and ran into the living room. I saw Michael on the floor and Tiffany choking him. Looked like she did a number on his lip cuz it was busted.

"YOU BASTARD YOU MADE MY BEST FRIEND CRY LAST NIGHT! I'LL KILL YOU!" Tiffany shrieked.

"I APOLOGIZED. NOW GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY BITCH" he struggled to say.

"GO TO HELL YOU LITTLE BITCH. AT YOUR FUNERAL IMMA MAKE SURE I WEAR RED" she said as she laughed like a crazy person while still choking him.

"STOP" I yelled and they both looked at me.

"Tiffany, can I talk to you for a second." I said as I motioned for Tiffany to follow me to the hall.

"Why are you trying to kill Michael?" I questioned with a smirk.

"Why aren't you letting me kill Michael? Matter a fact why aren't you killing Michael? We can hide the body in a ditch and no one will know shit" she said.

"Listen there is no killing him okay. Just let him be a miserable jackass who feel on his head." I said laughing at her idea. I mean we could have done it but I respect his father too much.

"But Jeanette" she begged.

"No." I said firmly through a smile.

"Fine" she said with a pout.

"I'll be on a business trip with him so I won't be back for 5 days." I said.

"But what about your birthday?" she asked.

"Fuck my birthday. I was a mistake" I said with a shrug and that made her slap me.

"Not to your friend's and family and me" she lectured as I held my hurt cheek.

"Well to my parents I am. Now I will see you when I come back." I said and then began to walk to my room.

"Fine" she said as I disappeared into my room. I got ready and took my belongs. I walked out of the room with Tiffany sitting on the couch with her famous death stare directed at Michael. And Michael did the same to her.

"You ready" Michael said when he realized my presence.

I just nodded and didn't look directly as him. He sighed and then we left the house. The car ride was silent until we got out to board his private plane.

"Jeanette" Martin said excited when I got on the plane.

"Martin. I didn't know you were coming" I said excited.

"Well I haven't seen you in a while so of course you didn't" he said with a stupid grin on his face,

"We need to spend more time together." I said with a smile.

"Excuse me but can you both shut up I have work to do" Michael yelled in frustration.

"Oh hey Mikey. How are you this lovely morning?" Martin said with a cheeky smile.

"Marty leave me alone." Michael said shortly.

"Love you too" Marty said and in response Michael glared at him.

"Text me" Marty suggested and I nodded.

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The whole ride was of me and martin texting each other and Michael getting very angry that we kept laughing. It took 9 hours but it was fine.

"Okay so when we get to the hotel Martin will have his own room. Jeanette you and I will share a room" Michael said not looking at either one of us.

"What?" I said involuntarily. I didn't what to share a room with him. I didn't even want to breathe the same air as him.

"Got a problem with that" he said with a smirk. Probably hoping that I would blow up but I reverted back into my little shell or insanity.

"No Michael" I muttered and then martin jabbed me in the rib and motioned me to look at the phone.

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"I'm right here" Michael hollered.

"I'm sorry Mikey but this is a A and B conversation so C your way out." Martin said.

"Shut up Marty" Michael snapped.

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"Lets go people move it." Michael said shortly.

"Okay Mikey" Martin said as he winked at me. Martin got off first and then Michael pulled me to the side.

"What did I tell you about flirting with Martin?" He whispered with anger.

"Michael I wasn't-" I tried to say but he interrupted me.

"Shut up and lets just go" He snapped.

Once we all board off the plane we all rode in the limo that was sent. Michael and Martin sat next to each other talking and laughing I was just watching stupid video's of vine people on my phone. It was all I could think of to amuse myself. Once we came to a halt we went to the hotel and up to the doors of our rooms.

"Well I don't know about you guys but I'll be asleep for the rest of the day" Martin said with a yawn.

"Marty, what the hell? Its like 4:00 don't you wanna walk around the city." Michael asked.

"We'll go to a club or something tonight" Martin said with sleepy eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you people and clubs" Michael said glance back and forth at me and Martin. I just stood there surprised.

I didn't know I was apart of this damn conversation.

"Clubs are magical places where anything can happen. It brings people together." Martin said with a devilish smile.

"Marty, Please go away" Michael said as he put his hands on his face. I guess he knew what Martin meet by bringing people together.

Dirty ass Martin. With his Dirty ass jokes.

"On it boss" Martin said and marched to his room that was next to us.

"Let's go" Michael commanded as he opened up the door. I got in and put my things on the bed that was near the window.

"What will you be doing?" Michael asked all of a sudden.

"Nothing much. I'll be gone for a little while" I said.

"Really? To where?" he asked.

"I'd rather not say" I muttered.

"Are you planning on cheating on me or something" Michael said shortly and that caused me to want to leave right then and there.

"Bye Michael" I said as I left the room with my magical purse. I got on a little helicopter and rode to France. It wasn't that far and I was glad I was getting away. I would see my favorite person in the whole world. My grandfather. He was always there for me and I was always his favorite for some reason.

When I got to his house I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I knocked again but still no answer so then I got out my key and opened it.

"Grandpa?" I asked as I stepped inside the house. Then It was my mother holding a gun as she walked out to see who it was. When she saw my face she put it down.

"Mother, where is grandpa?" I asked

"Honey... your grandfather was killed" she said bluntly. That just stabbed me everywhere.

"What do you mean killed?" I questioned. My grandfather was like iron man. No one could put a bullet in him so I refused to believe this bitch.

"They came here and killed him in his study" she explained with no emotion. I stood there for a while and then when I saw she wasn't taking it back I got angry. He was dead.

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU" I yelled

"I wasn't home at the time of their arrival" she explained

"WHEN DID HE DIE? WHY DIDN'T YOU BOTHER CALLING ANY OF US IN AMERICA" I yelled through gritted teeth.

"He died about a week ago and I didn't want to worry you. He said that no matter what happened to him that I had to keep you strong and this would have crushed you" she said.

"Get out of my way" I said as I pushed her and ran to his study. It was the same way that he left it. I walked about and circled my hand on everything until I saw this piece of paper addressed to me. It was his writing I took it and opened it very carefully. I read it

(Author's note: this letter should be in French but that would have been a lot and most of you can't read that so it's just in English )

Dear my sweet Daring Jeanette,

Jeanette you are my heart. My reason for existence. When you came into this world it was like a blessing. God gave me a gift so indescribable that I didn't know who else to praise him but to love you unconditionally. I was there when you were first born and I'm overly joyful that I saw you develop into the young woman that you are today. You, my darling, are the true and rightful heir to my throne. I give it to you as a token of my undying love.

I remember when you were a little girl and had so much happiness and compassion in you. You were nice to all that came. And that made my old heart shatter the shell it built when your grandmother died. You still have that undeniable emotions inside of you.. So why do you bury such a beautiful heart? Why do you lock away such kindness such tenderness such love into a small box wrapped around prickly thrones that scratch a person when they try to come near it?

You are brave and your heart is fulled with determination that even your mother doesn't possess. I was happy to be your grandfather but I was more thankful to be your friend. Although I was an old man that had seen and done it all you taught me many things. Now I am asking of you to use one gift that I was not able to wiled properly. Forgiveness. Forgive those who did wrong to you my darling grandchild or you will be kept in the darkness forever. The light is so much warmer and brighter than the cold and desolate darkness. With light there is life. With darkness there is only hell. Do not let your heart because frozen or withered by individuals. They walk free while the weight is still on your fragile shoulders. Remove the heavy metal that holds you down and keeps you away from the world. For the world is for you.