Chapter 4 Who?

~ Anyssa's Pov ~

Fuck. He can't tell Dad. It would ruin me.

“You can't tell him,” I blurted, pleading.

“Then tell me who it was,” he folded his arms across his chest, waiting.

“So?”

“It was my teacher.”

His brows furrowed as he moved closer. I took a step back.

“Your teacher? Explain it to me.”

If anyone had told me I would spend my sister's engagement party on the balcony, explaining my possible ruin to my father's best friend—who is hot, by the way, I would have laughed at the thought.

“I was drunk that night and… and I hooked up with a guy. Somehow, he got the sex tape and is threatening to release it to the whole school on one condition.”

Fuck you, Mr. Brimsworth. Fuck you and your invisible hairline.

“Which is?”

“He wants me to get him a position at Dad's company, but he doesn't even qualify. I have given him money, but he doesn't want that.”

“How long has this been?” Ronan asked sternly.

“His threats started last week. Look, I don't mean to bore you with this information. I just need to get myself out of this situation. I am at my finals and interning at a reputable company is my goal. If that video leaks, it would not only damage my reputation but ruin my chances in my finals.”

He stretched out his hand in front of me. “Phone.”

I handed him my phone, and he took it, tapping on the screen calmly.

“What are you doing?”

“Hold on.”

“You have to tell me what you did.”

He sighed, handing me my phone back. “I texted him back. Told him to meet you at school tomorrow.”

“Are you serious? You just made it worse!”

“No. You would meet him tomorrow at school and bring him to my company. Tell him you finally got him a position, but at my company. I suppose that would make him ecstatic.”

“I thought your company is in New York.”

“It is, but I have a branch here, and I will be overseeing a project tomorrow.”

“What would you do when he arrives?”

He smirked, raking his eyes over me. My stomach churned—not in disgust, but with something I couldn't quite place. My heart thudded in my chest as I reveled in the feeling of being watched by him. Somehow, being around him made my chest... hurt?

“I will be waiting for you tomorrow. Have a nice evening,” he said and walked away.

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Fucking Mr. Brimsworth jumped at the offer. The slimy little fucker. When I told him exactly what Ronan said, he happily followed me to the company. And now here we are, standing in front of L&T Cooperation.

We were ushered inside, and the receptionist rang his office. As we sat in the waiting room, I watched Mr. Brimsworth happily pacing, waiting for his interview.

God, what if Ronan was going to interview him? He promised to settle this, so I should trust him.

I can't trust a man I do not know.

The door opened, and Ronan walked into the room with a wide smile on his face. He didn’t even look a bit disturbed. In fact, it looked like he was ready to give Brimsworth a job this instant.

“Mr. Brimsworth? It's so nice to meet you,” he said, shaking his hand.

“It is so nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for this opportunity.”

“Please, follow me.” He guided us into his office, and I stood as I watched him offer Brimsworth a seat.

“Anyssa tells me you have wanted a job in this company for a while. I hope it doesn't bother you that she couldn't get a position at her father's company?”

“Oh, no, it doesn’t. I am happy to work here and can show you any qualifications you need, sir. Matter of fact, I brought my papers,” he said, pulling out the envelope he held between his arms and side.

Brimsworth was the definition of a snake in the grass. My first few months in Florida were hell because of him. When he found out that my father was the Alpha, he made it his mission to undermine me at every opportunity. He teaches coding, and while it is not my major it is key to my study, which is Business Analysis. Brimsworth decided to make my stay at UCF a living hell. I had to repeat tests, and honestly, I do not know how he got hold that video, but since then, my time here has been worse.

Showing it to my father is one thing. Letting the whole school see it is jeopardy.

“Can I see your qualifications?” Ronan asked, and Brimsworth handed him the papers.

“These look good…but not entirely great. You worked as a Data Analyst, but you have no recommendation from your employer. The company is also not a reputable one, so I don’t see the qualification here,” Ronan said, dropping the papers.

“I worked as a Data Analyst, and I do think your company needs one for business.”

“The codes are poorly done. This isn’t your best work, and you’re showing this to me?”

Wait…a sec. He isn’t hiring him.

“I believe my history as a Data Analyst qualifies me for a job here. You need me on your team, Mr—”

“Sir. It’s sir to you.”

Brimsworth swallowed. “Sir. As I was saying, the—”

“That’s enough. I don’t see any qualifications here. In fact, what I see is someone so desperately in need of a job that he doesn’t qualify for one. You think this is some game? Working in my company means bringing your A-game, and from your trashy ‘qualifications’, I don’t see it.”

“If you could look—”

“No. It

’s people like you who think they actually matter, but in reality, they do not add anything to society and they’re nothing but a liability.”

Low blow.