I am a queen, and I demand to be treated like a queen.

-Sheila Jackson Lee

Megan Anderson POV * * *

A knowing smile is fixed on my face after I've received a message from my liable intel. I already rummaging in the depths of my mind for many schemes I might do, If only I had the power to pull the time I would. That's how excited I am. But my excitements crumble inside when I start to descend on the metal stairs of my private aeroplane.

I was welcomed with striking morning sun and the clear blue sky, yet it has been destroyed because of the presence of secretary Kim, one of the trusted secretaries of my father and several familiar faces in the board of trustees. Behind them were a bunch of men all dressed up in black suits. They were like presidential guards ready to strike if circumstantial calls but for me, they all look like columns of black mannequins with stiffed and unwavering posture of the void. Hired to ensure my safety or perhaps to make sure I wouldn't run away.

I snorted at the sight of them, seeing them makes me believe that I'm already home. My eyes slowly drifted on the black shiny limousines in the middle of the huge tarmac with few giants aeroplanes lined accordingly. All are shining before me and all things suitable for the word 'expensive' are here, yet nothing seems so special anymore. They're all the same.

"Congratulations and welcome back Miss Anderson." Secretary Kim greeted me then bowed along with everyone else.

"I don't see Henry?"

"I apologized about the sudden changes Miss Anderson but Secretary Spears has been summoned by the chairman in Europe, I believe he was on his way now as we speak after he met the new general manager of world hotel."

"Abuelo?"

"Yes."

I can feel my eyebrows knitted underneath my shades, I can't think of any possible reasons why the chairman would summon Henry, why Henry? But I was snapped out from my thoughts when I saw familiar faces approaching. I already know what they want since the foul smell of the old ambitious men is radiating in them.

"Your name." I started after approaching one of the guards, he was obviously started when I started to fix his tie. A thick of heavy pressure suddenly appears in the surface, especially the disappointed groaning from the ignored old men behind me.

"Madam."

I saw when he gulped hard, obviously struggling in my presence. It's like he's going to faint any minute while wiping the forming sweats on his forehead.

"Next time I saw your tie hanging like this again I swear, I will change it with my pet joe."

Intrigued was visible on his face but he shoved it off with a forced smile. "May I know who's Joe, Madam?"

An evil smile crips on my face, I know he saw it because of his pale white face. "Oh, Joe? His my newly discovered rattlesnake from Amazon."

I guessed, he already swallowed his tongue because he wasn't responding anymore, however, I've noticed something then; a yellow river that expanding from him.

How many times have I intimidated someone before? Countless times. It's like an unavoidable habit that I unconsciously enhanced when I'm still a kid. However, I didn't ask them to humiliate themselves in front of anybody, yet, at the end of the day, they would still point the blame to me. Funny right.

"I apologize in his behalf, Madam!" Secretary Kim apologetically bowed down again and signalled to his men beside him, they immediately escorted the man with the carrier of infectious liquid away.

"I guessed he forgot his decorum somewhere. Teach him how to do it properly, Secretary Kim. Besides, you have plenty of time to waste, today."

I know my message has been delivered when he quickly looked at my direction, surprised and worried with my remarks. "But Madam, I was informed to escort you, the president is expecting you—"

"Tell this clearly to my father, secretary Kim. He needs to file an appointment next time he wants to see. Rules are rules. Why do we need to establish them at the first place if we're not gonna use them?"

All of them doesn't want to meet my cold gazed, no one has the courage to simply object in me, that's always the same outcome every time.

From the corner of my eyes, I caught a  black Rolls Roy with my butler Ricky beside it, I immediately turned my heels on his direction, walking away without saying anything.

I know everyone thinks that I'm a living evil queen bitch like every magazine or tabloids stated. Neither a company or a person nothing is different. I will crash them if I wanted to, especially if I have to. I don't give a darn thing about their unwitting judgements. They're all the same. They only want my status, my body, my life and everything about me. I can't blame them because my life is a life of luxury and glamour that everyone dreamt of. That's why I become extremely popular and also I'm thankful for the wonderful genes that made me look like a goddess. Thanks to my parents.

Everything is on the tip of my hand and anyone I wanted is too easy to get. It's like I was at the top of the food chain when God starts to shower his blessing. And I'm doing my sun batting.

However, every time I encountered people with the same knowing fake smiles, I started to feel boring. Later on, I noticed myself that I also using the same gestures, that's why I become a person they wanted and hated. I don't hate them by that, actually I found it fascinating, especially when I'm giving them the taste of their own medicine.

Some other time when I got really bored by pampering myself on spa, gym and crashing someone's life or some company, I've sometimes created my own flaws to make little changes to avoid the dull repeated moments and this time I choose to play to my so-called boyfriends, and recently his name is, Jake Spencer.

The sole heir of the Spencer corporation and my flinging boyfriend. I could say he's hot from the rest of the guy I met but I don't feel anything for him, as in nothing. I don't know why I feel this way probably I'm too perfect for him or for the rest of my past boyfriends.

Once I'm inside my car, comfortably sitting in the backseat. My ever loyal secretary Sherile bombard me with lots of questions. I rolled my eyes and groaned at her.

"I double checked your schedules, you don't have appointments for today. All meetings are scheduled tomorrow as instructed by the president but today, There's nothing?" Sherile my secretary explained as if I didn't know what I'm doing.

"I have my reasons Sherile, so just sit and shut up." I smiled showing my perfect white teeth at her and erase it instantly.

My mean attitude is so natural, it's like breathing air unconsciously, even sometimes I tried or wanted to be polite 'rare times' but I always failed because nothing changes.

I heard an annoying banging of thing coming from my secretary and darn, she has this puppy eyes while glancing at me. She gonna be like this for the whole day again and it so freaking annoying.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I want to put a show for Jake by not answering my phone calls." I lied. I never called him not even ones rather he calls frequently. And it's very annoying.

"I wanted to see his gruesome face while I ruining his date."

Because I have ways to get rid of my annoying boyfriends and it should always be dramatic.

"So, Are you trying to get him back? But it's kinda weird because you sound. your not?" my perfect eyebrow raised up because of her poor understanding.

"Sherile would you start exercising your brain for now on, for you to comprehend my thoughts easily. I said I want to put a show. I don't want to get him back, we're already done and if I say we're done and that's it, we're really done."

"Then why are you doing this? Why put an effort when you don't have feelings for him?"

Because I have ways to get rid of my annoying boyfriends and it should always be dramatic! Why I'm not voicing it out loud?

"For my entertainment what else." I casually reply.

"Wow. Unbelievable. What an inspiring evil plan of yours." I can hear the sarcasm.

What I like to Sherile Brend is that she knew my temper well and she's the only one who has the guts to stay as my 'secretary.' Even though I'm always a headache to anyone. I am amazed she can endure it every day. The last time I checked, she's the thirty-fifth secretary that I have and the other thirty-four probably they still cooping in their mental break down issues.

And Sheryl needs an exceptional award by enduring a badass evil queen... Which is me. But truth be told, she's doing her job effectively and efficiently that's why I keep her and the fact that it's so hard to find someone who could do what she can, it lessens my work, to be honest.

I looked outside and stared at the busy street of New York City. I'm back yet nothing seems to change for almost three years, it still the same. What should I do to shake the big apple to announce my presence? Everyone should know the empire queen is back. I saw my image on the window, I could clearly see the forming clever smile on my face. Oh yeah, I almost forget. I already have a plan and that is tonight.