ELEVATOR CHAPTER SEVEN: BATHROOM BRAWL
An elderly lady in a blue lavender gown and white gloves walks towards me and pulls me away from the maids cleaning the messed up table, she pats Lucas Shaul on the back of his suit and whispers something into his ears on her way to me.
I try not to look at her, obviously still embarrassed, only the smirk that formed on my face from my happiness about pissing of my dad kept my face from being all flushed and red.
The lady shoots a friendly smile my way and I had to get rid of the sinister smirk and replace it with a chivalrous one in order to compliment her smile.
"Are you okay my dear?" She asks, that is when it all made as as in my head that a stranger would be so caring about what happens to me in this gathering where I am to be sold at Auction price to the highest bidder and my own father is the auction master, her chivalry all starts to make sense as it becomes clear that she must be Lucas Shaul's mother, Mrs. Shaul of the Shaul Business Empire.
"I'll be fine," I try to say without disdain but the truth is I felt so much bitterness towards anybody inside this room, even the innocent waiters who were just doing their jobs.
How could they let me go through this humiliation and be a part of it, I have always been nice to them even when I did not have to do, their job description does not to entitle them to the level of accord I give to them, in fact as a Billionaire's child and automatically their boss I should be a spoilt brat about my relationship with them.
I manage to calm my nerves and realize that they are really not to blame and I would do the same if that was my situation and I depended on my father for my source of livelihood.
I knocked the idea out of my head, nod at Lucas Shaul's mother and barely utter, more like mouth the phrase, "thank you for your help, excuse me please," hoping to God that she does not follow me and press the issue any further.
Still uneasy, I grab the helm of my very you uncomfortable dress and strut uneasily towards the ladies' room.
I carefully close the bathroom door, latching it so carefully that it barely made a peep nor a squeak, the euphoric feeling of pissing off my father was over now and I was in a somber state and have no choice but to face my reality head on, the very moment I see my face in the mirror I feel ashamed of myself.
It feels like the mirror version of me was staring right into me and judging me for allowing myself to be in this situation and the hate I have for my father becomes hate towards myself for letting me down.
Hot tears stream down my face, my lips become itchy from the liquid damming around it before I realized it, the salty liquid was almost inside my mouth, I keep staring at my mirror version through my tears infused blurry eyes.
A knock draws my attention away from the mirror, I instinctively try to man the door, it would be the worse thing to happen if I let any of these people, especially my father to see me in this weak state of defeat.
I remember that I had latched the door, I move away from it and focus on the mirror, wiping my tears carefully, not even leaving a trace of sadness, I even try out a few mock smiles, heave a sigh of relief, then I ope the door.
To my greatest surprise the person at the door is not my father, nor is it any of the waiters or maids, nor was it the last guess on mind, Lucas' my other whom would have irritated me the most of anybody that could walk through that door right now.
I hate her faux tenderness and pseudo kindness. Turns out she gave up the course of warming up to me and instead sent her son and my so called husband to be to come and check on me while the guests went back to the party.
I know she put him up to it because Lucas Shaul is one of the most nonchalant people I have ever met and I know this after meeting him just twice, that says a lot.
"I get it you're very beautiful, I get it every man on the planet wants you, suck it up you're not the only pretty blonde in the city you don't have to be such an attention seeker you're an adult for crying out loud..." Lucas spits those words as calm as an iceberg on the north pole with that very cold and frozen demeanor he introduced himself with on the elevator.
I make to speak but he does before I do, which makes me just gulp my words and boil in anger underneath.
"You are just used to your servants being at your beck and call, of course what else to expect from a Billionaire's daughter, you're a spoilt brat..." before l
Lucas could continue I don't know when I replied " and you do not have to be such an asshole either but of course what else to expect from a Billionaire's son, I guess that would make two of us, but alas I am nothing like you," words are not enough at this point I want more than anything to spit at his face but I keep my cool.
He shsakes his head and stares at me in disbelief, he ruffles his hair and tries to speak but stays mute.
"Say it, I dare you, say what's on your mind Lucas," I egg him on.
"You're stuck with me whether you like it or not, unfortunately for me our fathers really need that deal to go through, else what would I be doing with a 2 like you, when I could be with 9s and 10s on a yatch in Miami or Dubai,"
"What deal are you talking about, what did my dad swl. me out for, answer me Lucas," I had to stop talking because my pitch is going higher at this point and I'm almost at the point of crying again and I can't let him see me like that, that would be synonymous to waving the proverbial white flag.
Failed by words, I move towards Lucas in one swift move forgetting how uncomfortable my dress is, and grab him by the biceps and struggle to push him out of the door, he doesn't resist.
As he makes his way out of the door someone makes an entrance, it is my father and I want to just kill myself at this point, haven't I endured enough fro one day I ask the universe.
Lucas bangs the door loudly as he leaves which makes both I and my dad freeze for a while before regaining our composure and getting back to looking each other in the eyes.