I swear to god if I had super powers that could burn things down with mere sight I would use it to turn this worst piece of man's creation, into ashes any minute now.

"Make it stop! Please, do something, anything its driving me nuts", Sara whines, exasperated with the constant ringing of the phone.

"What has this idiot gotten us into? What are we going to say this time?" Jack grunts.

"Maybe we could tell that he threw the party in the honor of something?" Kira says trying to be the only one to think without anger clouding her thoughts unlike the rest of us.

"In honor of what? His golden heart that strives to hike the sales of alcohol drastically over-night?" I chirp with fake amazement; seriously my day couldn't get any worse.

With the amazing way my Sunday morning kick started, I did not expect my MONDAY morning to be any better. But life has a twisted way of taking my expectations as a challenge and doing its very best in making things as horrible as possible. My day started with me almost missing my bus which isn't very rare but what is, is in the process I tripped and almost fell face first on the ground. Once I was inside the bus Jay, who already made it in my hate-list within the first few days of our meeting, made fun of me the entire ride to the office. I did not have time for my breakfast that made me all grumpy and cranky until I had something in my system. I had to use a few colorful words, threats and my extra special sentences that dripped with my extra special sarcasm to shut him up.

Once I treated myself in the office canteen I made my way to my cubicle which was on the twelfth floor. The elevator, that I had been not so nice to, with me punching the buttons and all, thought 'hey why not treat her the way she has been treating me? This should be fun' and stopped right in the middle of floors 3 and 4.

The maintenance folk took a good fifteen minutes in getting me out and said that the elevator stopped due to some technical issues. I walked as gracefully as a mother gorilla to my floor. By the end of my trekking fiasco I was panting like a dog and completely drenched in my own sweat.

You are more than mistaken if you thought even for a second that it was the end of my Monday morning misery. Obviously, there were other things that are way worse and have been in store for me. From the minute I sat on my desk the land phone has been ringing off the hook all thanks to my boss (almost), Ryan, who thought it was an amazing idea to throw a party right in the middle of Sunday night, which neighbors mistook to be nuisance and called the cops. What kind of idiot does that when there wasn't even a real reason?

Trust me working as a PR assistant manager/consultant has its perks, the job requires me to be at my creative best while being quick and smart. But, coming up with stuff for damage control and weaving stories about a scandalous event into something completely different, that are used to make people believe in kindness of my boss (who doesn't even know what it meant) was challenging and to just add icing to the cake my boss just loved me. NOT.

The actual CEO i.e. my actual boss did love me, he was the one who brought me here straight from my university. But his I'm-still-stuck-in-my-teens-son, not so much. Unfortunately, I was to report to him because I was still new in the whole cooperate world. Ryan was a good boss and I loved my job too, except on most Monday mornings when my idiot of a boss would do things so irresponsible that even the least responsible high school kids would be ashamed to listen about them. I have been working for Ryan for six months now and nothing has changed. It's always the same, him doing things so stupid, that the word would be having thoughts about committing suicide for being associated with him and the PR team, me and three other people, cleaning up the mess. Sara and Jack have been working in VR Holdings for two years now. Kira and I have joined the company six-seven months ago straight from our universities. It was mostly Sara and Jack that took care of media management and Kira and I worked on the mergers, deals, client approvals and background research.

This time it was harder because media got a wind of the party and was (I think) disappointed, that they were not invited. So, they showed their disappointment by printing this in their front page. All the TV channels roped in their best-looking anchors to do a special story on the only heir of VR Holdings Inc, who loved to enjoy every jiffy of his life partying. They had the exact details of even the quantity of booze that was taken into the condo, women who paraded in and out of the apartment, the guest list, the decibels of music that was beyond tolerable limit and more importantly the number of tubes of booze Ryan chugged.

They were trying with all there might to shout out to the world that Ryan should be the poster boy for alcohol in any form across the world, and a perfect example that a father would point out to when he shouts at his little ones and urges them whom they should NOT become in life. Or it was my biased opinion because we had an unsaid mutual love (or the exact opposite of it) for each other.

"Riya, can you just go talk to Ryan, please? I would, but I have to arrange for the press meet and Sara is taking care of the press release and companies statement" I am sure Jack has a death wish.

"Jack do you even hear yourself? You are asking me to talk to that monster and you know we don't talk. We shout, yell, fight and do anything other than talk as far as verbal communication is concerned".

"Riya, I agree with you but you know I cannot talk to him and also if there is anyone who can get some answers from him is you," Kira says already half convincing me with the innocent face and sweet words of hers. I hate this girl; she can get away with anything with just one look. At the same time, I knew what she said made sense. Ryan called Kira was too fragile and Sara and Jack too serious.

"There is no way in hell, am I going to ruin my already ruined morning."

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Half an hour has passed and I am having the same expression and glare that I was having an hour before. Only this time my glare is directed towards a door that is blocking me from coming face to face with the monster. "Ryan just open the damn door. I know you are in there and that you can hear me. I didn't have a great start to the day all thanks to you so my patience is running a little low. So open up before I call the security and tell them that you are trying to commit suicide with all the doors closed" I banged the door again like a mad woman on loose for the millionth time and finally the door opened and revealed a zombie standing in the doorway.

I shrieked.

"Shout one more time and I will turn into a murderer, at least then I will be free of you," was his heartwarming welcoming speech.

"Please do it, at least then I don't have to deal with " I seethed.

"Don't even talk, please. One word out of your mouth is like thousand drum rolls in my head", he said in a small voice, resigned. I almost felt bad for him. Almost. Had it been someone else I would even make a dash to the nearest pharmacy and get an aspirin and help them with their killer hangover. But it was and as long as he was concerned my humanity was dead.

I barged inside his condo and immediately regretted it. This place reeked of alcohol, sweat and some other weird smell (I didn't even want to know what caused it). I was already finding it hard to stand here and his appearance did nothing to ease me. Ryan in general was a good looking guy; only two or three years my senior. Once his dad stepped down he was to be the CEO of VR holdings, he didn't like me treating him as my BOSS or someone big, apparently that made him feel old and unattractive (his words not mine). I might have crushed on him, had he not opened his big fat mouth the very minute we met and yelled at me thinking I was one of his Exs who stalked him even after he was done with them. After I managed to convince him that I was NOT one of them, he was sure I was his secret admirer/ stalker. Since then we have been in a very weird relationship which you can put in the category of friendship, a friendship that only has two people constantly insulting each other and criticizing at the first chance they get. But right now, he looked like he was straight out of 'I am Legend'.

"Ryan for once in my life I don't want to fight or insult you..."

"oh, I am so relieved"

"I am here to help..."

"do you even know what it means?"

"And I need you to help me back..."

"I knew it. You always had ulterior motives"

"that's it Ryan for once listen to me without interrupting. Do you know how hard it is for us to wipe off the mess you create every damn time? Ryan try to be an adult for once. It is bad out there, people think all you do is drink off your father's money and when it is time for you to take over VR Holdings, it is going down."

I don't really know if he heard me or understood but he sat on the sofa chair and held his head in his hands. Maybe I went a little overboard with my speech but at least that has gotten him to think. So I slowly made my way to the nearest chair dragged it near him sat a few meters away from him and tried again. "Ryan, tell me why did you throw the party?"

"miheahuts" he mumbled.

"What?"

"My head hurts. Go away I don't want to talk to you or anyone right now." What? Is he even being serious right now?

"But Ryan we have to say something to the people"

"Say something it's not like you ever tell the truth, now go away before I kick you out myself and on your way out just shut the door and tell my worthless guard to not let anyone in."

"Whatever" I slowly huffed and got up and turned to walk away, there was no use talking to this stone, for a second there I thought he regretted what he did. But who am I kidding? "And tomorrow just remind me to fire you. Who from PR shouts to guards that their boss is committing suicide? How did you even get the job in first place?"

"We will get sympathy when people hear about the son who was so ashamed of himself on wasting his father's money that with all the guilt he wanted to commit suicide; it's a good strategy." I smiled at my idea, only he did not share my happiness.

"You are definitely sacked."

I couldn't help but laugh at this, this will be the millionth and first time he was telling me this and I got used to his empty threats. Because I couldn't get what I came here for I had to take my revenge so I slowly closed the front door but hit the doorbell as many times as I could before he lived up to his promise and murdered me.

Once I was successfully out of the apartment my phone started to ring which reminded me why I hated phones so much. "Riya!" came Sara's joyful voice, "if you are driving stop right there turn back and go to MKLM Street, we found a story for the cover."

"Why am I driving to that street and what story did you come up with this time?"

"Ok so last week Ryan said he wanted his cabin and entire fourteenth floor renovated to Stacy and he is getting it done by some architect who has been finalized yesterday. All we have to do is convince the architect to make a statement that Ryan and he have been friends since forever and were simply partying last night like they always do. Now all you have to do is drive to the address and talk to the architect guy and get him to make the statement."

"You are an evil genius. Text me the address and the name I will meet you back in the office in 30 minutes. Bye Sara"

With that I drove to the address that was texted to me and rang the doorbell. But what happened, next had my mind spinning and heart thumping.

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