Chapter Four
I felt every pair of eyes on me the moment I stepped out of the elevator, okay what did I do? Last time this happened, I had a huge coffee stain on my white dress pants, fortunately I was wearing black, I look down just to double check.
"Okay what gives?" I say standing in the middle of the office surrounded by cubicles. Nobody says a word; somebody flicks on the T.V. to Sam's cooking show.
"Oh crap!" I say aloud
"Dad, how could you?" I ask as I shut my office door.
"Fredward, its time you face the consequences of you're actions, I need a strong young man to take over my business, not a party junkie who's always trying to get laid. Although it was under the wrong circumstances marrying this girl may have been the best thing you've done so far, it's about time you learn some commitment with a good young woman." He says sternly into the phone.
"I'm not trying to get laid, and I'm definitely not a party junkie, telling the whole office I fell in love and got married was so unnecessary that's not even what happened and you're only saying that because you haven't met her just wait until you see how she really acts. You'll make me get a divorce faster than you think." I answer him matter-o-factly suddenly coming up with a plan. As soon as dad meets Sam he's going to hate her and think she's a slob, God I'm such a genius!
"I have a meeting but I am not done with this conversation, were having dinner tonight at the country club and you will show up with Samantha!" And with that he hung up. I really dislike my dad, sometimes even more than my mom.
"Mr. Benson," someone calls knocking on the door.
"What!" I snap back.
"Um it's me Leslie I was trying to get in," she says a little confused.
"Oh sorry, its open come in." I say as she walks into the office.
"Mr. Benson I am so sorry for calling you last night, it slipped my mind, you were probably in bed with your wife, I so-" I cut her off
"Apology accepted, now did Jeremy do those PSL reports," I ask.
The day went on to be one of the longest Monday mornings in history.
I had been so busy I hadn't noticed the time at all, I wasn't trying to think about anything, no Sam, no mom, no dad, and no Carly and Spencer. Right now I just had to focus, or I would end up ripping out my hair. I hadn't even heard from my father again, not that I'm complaining, he was the last person I wanted to hear form right now. Every time we talked he seemed to piss me off even more, that guy seriously needs to find some other hobbies than pissing me off. My phone starts ringing breaking my chain of thoughts.
"Mr. Benson you have a visitor," the receptionist says happily.
"Who is it? It's almost 5 and I've already handled all of my appointments" I say very irritated, the line goes dead. It takes a while to put the phone down after hearing the dial tone.
"Man, wasting my freaking time, calling me every five seconds, Mr. Benson this Mr. Benson that, why can't they just all shut the h-"
"Talking to yourself?" Sam says entering my office, with a fitted red dress. I jump out of my chair at the sound of her voice; I look up and take in every aspect of her.
"What do you want Sam?" I ask annoyed looking back down at my desk pretending to type something on the computer.
"That's no way to talk to you're new wifey," she says laughing at my misery. "And besides I was called here."
"Well, wifey," I emphasize the word 'wifey' as I speak "I didn't call you so why are you even here?" Just then my dad walks through the door.
"Samantha, fantastic to finally meet you, I'm so sorry I'm late, meeting ran over but its great to see you, you're just as pretty in person." Then he flashes that million dollar smile that's worth less than a rusty penny to me.
"Well hello Mr. Benson," she fake smiles. "Two Mr. Benson's that cant be," she says being completely fake "I'll call Freddie my honeybear," she says snatching my hands from my keyboard and placing them in her own.
"My son, should be really grateful to have a girl as intelligent and as bright as you," he says starting to really piss me off.
"What the heck is going on?" I ask finally getting in a word.
"I told you were having dinner, and I thought I told you to invite Samantha but since you didn't call I did, now get you're things I'll be waiting outside." He says then shuts the door.
"Way impress my dad, he's finally met someone faker than himself." I say putting my suit jacket on.
"Shut up, and who said I was being fake,"
"Its obvious." I say lying, I start to struggle getting my suit jacket on, I was so pissed off I couldn't even get it up my arm. "Two Mr. Bensons that cant be!" I mock her using a really annoying tone. Before she can abuse me or yell at me Leslie walks through the door.
"Do you need some help?" she says instantly rushing by my side and putting the jacket on properly for me. Leslie's hands linger on my chest for a minute tidying up my face and hair.
"Excuse me!" Sam says pushing her out the way then she starts to fix my hair, "I got this!" She says her facial expression something I've never seen before. Leslie glares at her.
"All fixed honey bear," she says to me in a cute girl voice I thought I would never hear from her then she kisses my cheek. Then turns to Leslie.
"Tootles," she says then shuts the office door grabs my hand and drags me with her, leaving Leslie with an astonished expression.
"What was that for?" I whisper a she drags down the hall following my dad.
"Don't worry about it," she says then starts conversation with my dad.
Sam is jealous and I know exactly how to get her back!
Endnotes
Ohhh revenge! Well I have finally updated after eternities yes I know I'm terrible for not updating, I just kept forgetting. At least I almost finished the story so my updates should be a lot faster! Anyway I hope you enjoyed and that you continue to read!
Much Love
Hannah XOXO
