Chapter 15 Dom
Dom
Imean, I knew I was fucking idiot, but what I was about to do was just the icing on the cake.
As I stood in the grand entrance of the Fischer building, the marble pillars and great golden chandeliers towering above me, I really had to contemplate why in God’s name I thought it would go well.
The Fischer building had always been vast and impressive.
I couldn’t believe it the first time Harry took me there.
I knew Cat and Harry came from wealth, but when they started letting me into their lives and I went home with them for a long weekend, I saw what it truly meant to be rich.
And it was jaw-dropping. Way beyond any of the losers Sally conned.
But I’d completely forgotten myself and screwed Harry over instead of grovelling in the dirt like the fucking scum I was.
Sally would be happy I finally went through with the plan to scam someone like Harry. Just not in the way she wanted.
I was fucking pathetic.
Echos bounced off the walls and ceilings from all the suited pricks who clicked around in expensive heels and shoes, along with snatches of over-important conversations stuffed with their dying need to impress whoever they were talking to.
It was boring as hell, but at least there was noise to distract me.
The elevator doors pinged open, and I stepped inside the empty box.
I had a great opportunity to feel into how fucked I was from all of it.
As if I hadn’t been doing that non-stop for months.
The lying, the cheating, hurting my friend and fucking up almost everything good in his life just for a quick buzz.
I still couldn’t understand how Sally lived with herself.
Now Harry had taken a nice half an hour out of his day to summon me to his office.
I sighed deeply as the elevator carried me up and up and up. Only, rather than heaven, it was taking me straight to hell.
The elevator stopped just before I reached the top floor. The doors slid open and two men stepped on, chatting about some business deal. But I was grateful because at least it filled the space and dragged me away from my own thoughts.
They looked how I was supposed to. Well put together, manicured nails and styled hair, a confidence that showed they knew who the fuck they were and they deserved everything they had. They were both older than me; they carried themselves like they were lords, and I hated them for it.
It wasn’t that I was unkempt, but I was so not ready to meet Harry, even after sleepless nights preparing myself.
I already had arguments for why I did what I did, but there was no way any of that was going to fly as soon as Harry asked me the question I’d been mulling over since I started.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
And that was exactly the question I couldn’t answer.
The doors pinged again, and the men both got off.
I had four more stops to go before I reached the main floors of the Fischer Foundation, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t bricking it.
I took another deep sigh, preparing to lay myself at his feet and wait for my execution.