Chapter Four

Katherine couldn't believe what she had done. She had actually dropped hot, burning coffee in Elijah's lap. Her boss's lap. The one who had the power to fire her. Knowing Elijah he would probably sue her.

Katherine didn't know what had posses her to do it in the first place. She had just gotten so mad at him. She was rarely late, just to avoid his dramatic acts but it pissed her off even more than he called her Katerina even though he knew perfectly well that he hated that name and that he had grabbed her chin as if she were some bratty three year old.

She had wanted to get even with him. Though pouring coffee on him, might not have been the smartest plan.

She had left Elijah cursing her name in his office with an anxious Caroline while Katherine had darted into the ladies' bathroom all the way down to the second floor.

Katherine felt like an idiot hiding in the empty bathroom, but it was the only thing she could do to hide from Elijah's wrath and avoid bursting into tears. Katherine rarely cried, but Elijah seemed to be able to put her in situations that made her want to pull her hair out.

Katherine glanced at herself in the mirror and stared at herself for a few seconds, before she pulled out a brush from her bag and started brushing down her curls that had become trapped in her messy ponytail. She cleaned the smudges of mascara under her eyes and then started putting on lipstick.

Katherine noticed that her clothes were rumpled, but at least they were clean. Suddenly, she wished that she was wearing heels instead of flats, without heels she was at least one foot shorter than Elijah, which only made him much more intimidating.

Katherine grabbed a piece of toiler paper and dip it under the faucet. She started clearing up the blood from her bloody knee, wincing as the cold, water touched her injure knee. "Ow."

The self centered bastard, hadn't even asked if she was ok. Of course he hadn't, she though bitterly with him is me, me, me!
Once she finished with her beauty routine, twenty minutes had passed. Katherine sat in the sink counter looking at her phone. There were a few messages from Caroline that she had ignored and a picture text from Bonnie asking her opinion of a certain dress. Bonnie was a party planner, which meant that she always needed fancy clothes for when hosting events.

Katherine was just answering Bonnie back when she heard a knock on the door, or a punch was a better word. It sounded like someone was trying to knock the door down with their fist, which Katherine found strange. The second floor was the copy and fax room which meant that it was mostly empty and that people rarely used the bathrooms there.

"KATERINA!" Elijah's voice roared. "I know you're there! Answer the door!"

Katherine tried to crouch on the sink, trying to keep her legs from dangling. She tried to keep herself from breathing. Play dead, play dead she told herself.

"I can see your bag and shoes on the floor, Katerina." he snapped. The only way that he could have realized that was if he had peeked through the crack on the bottom of the door. Was he really that desperate?

Katherine didn't attempt to move and when he didn't answer, Katherine felt herself relax. Mr. Important CEO had probably gotten bored. Good. Katherine would resign by email.

Suddenly the door opened and Elijah came storming through the door and it took all of Katherine's willpower not to burst out laughing at his coffee covered clothes. "What are you doing on top of the counter?"

Katherine refused to look frightened. What kind of freak stormed into a woman's bathroom? "Fixing my hair."

Elijah mumbled something under his breath, before he suddenly placed both hands against her waist and quickly placed her down. He pressed Katherine against the counter and pressed both arms against each side, so that she wouldn't escape again.

Her face was literally only a few inches away from his, and Katherine couldn't help but noticed that he looked older even though he was only thirty. It suited him.

"Katerina, would you mind explaining what on earth possessed you to spill coffee," he looked down to his dirty suit. "On my Armani suit?"

"Oh, I'm sorry did I ruin you precious suit?" she said sarcastically. "And I told you, my name is Katherine. You know that."

Elijah leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "You know I have always preferred Katerina. You've been such trouble lately, what am I going to do with you?"

Katherine pushed him away. "You're not going to do anything!" she snapped. "I'm quitting."

Elijah's face twisted in anger. "You certainly are not."

"Yes, I am. I'm quitting." she wiggled out of his grip. "It's been nice working for you, Mr. Mikaelson."

Elijah stared at her, and said in a eerily calm voice. "I'm warning you, Katerina that if you quit I will make sure that you don't find a job anywhere, Katerina. And there can't be many jobs for people with only a high school diploma, especially in such an expensive city like New York."

Katherine narrowed her brown eyes in disbelief. "Are you threatening me?"

"No." he replied. "Just a friendly piece of advice."

He smirked when he saw that Katherine didn't budge. Elijah walked besides her and paused as he turned towards her. "Can you please call my maid, Dora to send some extra clothes, reschedule my meeting with Mr. Victor Fabio, and email me any additional information. Thank you, Katerina."

"Hey, how did it go?" Caroline approached her gently, when Elijah, Stefan, and Mr. Colton stepped into the meeting room for a meeting.

Katherine looked up from her computer. "How do you think it went?"

"I'm sorry, Kat." she bit her lip. "Are you fired?"

She shook her head, but decided not to mention the conversation with Elijah in the bathroom. "Not today."

Caroline looked relief as she giggled. "Did you see how mad he was? I have never seen him so angry."

"It is a pretty good look on him."

"I'm going to lunch, want to come it's your lunch hour too."

"And have Elijah come murder me in my sleep, no thanks." Katherine sighed as she looked at the papers next to her, trying to ignored her grumbling belly. She hadn't eaten breakfast either. "I have too much to do, Care. Thanks, though."

"Don't you want me to bring you anything?"

Katherine thought for a moment before she shook her head. She hated eating at her desk. "Nope, I'm fine. Have a good lunch, Caroline."

-End of Chapter Four-

Elena, will show up in the next chapter : )