Talk to me, I ordered as I turned my air pod on accepting the call from my P.A, I was at my Gym at my house on a treadmill

Good Morning Miss Santiago, you have a press conference at Cohen Enterprises, she said, I kept on running on the tread mill, I wanted to burn as much as I ate last night.

Miss, I switched the treadmill after it stopped, I took my towel cleaning my face

At what time, I asked breathing heavily

At 10 am, she said and I nodded

Meet me there in an hour, I said catching the call, leaving the Gym room, I walked to my room,  brushed my teeth, and took a cold shower, after my shower, I came out to get ready for this press conference with bunch of journalist asking dumb questions, I wore a white thin strap knee length dress, straightening my hair, I wore my necklace, bracelets, earrings, applying makeup, I wore my heels leaving my room, I got down stairs.

Honey, my mum called, I stopped in my track with a sigh I turned to her, she just had to stay the night.

Aren't you going to eat breakfast

No mum, I said then walked away

Eating before work gets me all drained out, it's probably how my body works, I got into my white and black Rolls Royce and drove off to my company listening to soft music in my car. I got to the company in no time. As I headed into the building I was stopped by journalists who ran to me with mics and cameras.

Miss Santiago, what was your reason for taking Mr. Bancroft Cohen's Business, one asked all the mics were at my face, My P.A got a bodyguard who helped me get away from the annoying cowards getting into the building

Good morning Miss, she said with a smile as she looked at me, I looked around seeing here was arranged and slightly decorated, a little stage was at the center of the hall, a table was on the stage with three chairs behind it.

Miss your cappuccino, I took it taking a little sip, just what I needed, at least she did something right this once, come to think of it this P.A of mine hasn't seemed to get on my nerves except others and then  I vent it on her, hmmm, she probably doing her job well enough for me not to have fired or disgraced her publicly.

The conference would start In 5 minutes, she informed, I took my seat at the middle already sick of this, the door opened revealing Michael and another guy on shades, I didn't quite get his face. This is going to be fun, Michael glared at me before taking a seat next to me, the other guy did the same, from the corner of my eye I could see he was staring but I ignored, Men usually stare, hell even women and I have gotten use to it. Two body guards stood at opposite sides of the stage, My P.A stood at the far end where I could see her, she looked at me not taking her eyes off.

The doors opened and the Journalists got in like a rushing waterfall, Cameras flashed on us and they wasted no time asking questions .

Mr. Cohen, how do you feel about your business crashing down, a woman asked Michael who didn't answer.

Miss Santiago, what was your reason for crashing down the Cohen's business leaving then stranded on the streets, another asked looking at me

 One thing I hate is men who think they could fuck around with women, Bancroft disrespected me and I couldn't take that, I said softly getting annoyed as I recalled the way he talked to me

In what way, he asked looking at me

He wanted me to sleep with him, I said casually, they looked surprised but it went as it came

Do you plan on assisting the Cohen's, one asked from behind and I smirked

Hell No, I said confidently

Bancroft Cohen should learn to never mess with women like me

I'll kill that confidence of yours, Michael said glaring at me

Okay, I'm waiting, I said with a smirk which I knew was getting on his nerves

Mr. Martinelli what's your contribution to all this, one of the journalists asked and did I just hear a fucking Martinelli, I looked at the man who took his shades off

I'm personally ready to help the Cohen anyway I can, he said then looked at me

Even if it's sort of impressive that a woman like her could bring down the Cohen's

So your willing to work with Michael to get his company back, A Journalists asked and he smirked

Of course, he isn't my partner for no reason, and am sure Miss Santiago won't be able to handle the pressure that came with handling two companies, he said, I raised my eyebrow at this fool, who the hell those he think he is, obviously the fucking asshole who ruined my life, I shouldn't dwell on that now.

Is that a challenge, I asked, he looked at me

No, it wasn't, he said softly

I felt it was, I said then looked at the Journalists

Men look down on women a lot and trust me I'm not one of those women, this company is mine and I'm going to run it my way showing certain people that they should never underestimate me,

What are your plans, someone asked

Why would I tell you that, Okay first plan is chasing a bunch of journalist out of my property, I said softly with a smile

How does that sound,

Something a crazy person would do, Michael answered and I chuckled

Do you realize your partners with someone that wants you out of here, one asked

Obviously, but that's going to change soon enough, I said with determination, I stood up carrying my bag

I'm tired of this, your question are exhausting, I walked down the stage, few Journalists walked to me with camera men

Miss Santiago, my source says that you have something with Mr. Martinelli, she said, my eyes widened

What source, I asked suspiciously glaring at her, when she didn't answer, I dragged her mic tossing it to her face, she groaned in pain, I took one of the Camera's smashing it to the ground, everyone gasped, I looked at Axel who was equally shocked

Don't ever think you can ask me that you Got it, I spat walking towards the stupid woman who asked the question, she flinched stepping away from me. I walked out of the building, placing my hand on my car, I touched the bridge of my nose

Miss are you okay, My P.A asked softly

Just--- drive okay, I ordered getting into the passengers seat, I looked at her through the glass window, she quickly hurried to the driver's seat, I gave her the key, she got in starting the car, she drove off.

W- where s-should I go miss, she stuttered, I sighed shaking my head

Just Drive around, I don't know, I said with a frown, I played music in a low tune all through the ride, one call away by Charlie Puth was on, Nothing, No one was one call away for me, I didn't have anyone that could save me from my trauma and I would  care less, I turned the music off

S-should I Re- reschedule your meetings today, she asked and I nodded

Take me home, I said looking out the window.

The ride to my house was  in silent, I was going to have to clear my mind for tomorrow, I needed to handle any shit that came my way

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