The CEO and Fate✔️

Chapter 9

After settling into the car Zane had sent for me, I used the time to root through my things for my medicine. The hangover had only gotten worse with the altitude.

And, more importantly, I couldn't lose that medicine. It was special from San Diego, prescribed for something specific, though often it also helped with the hangovers.

After I had torn apart my bag, I consented that it wasn't there. But, unfortunately, the only thing that I could think of was that it had been in there, and had fallen into Jake's bag during the turbulence.

Or he had swiped it. I wouldn't put either past him.

I whipped out my phone and had his number dialed within the second.

He picked up on the second ring.

A low whistle greeted her. "Bambi? What do I owe the pleasure? Because the last time that we chatted, I believe I remember you telling me in some very colorful words not to call you again."

I scowled. "Where's my medicine, Jake?"

"Why would I have the pills of which you speak?"

"Don't be cute," I snapped. "That bottle is the last I will ever have. I need it. And I know you have it."

I could just feel his smirk through the phone. "And suppose I do. Why should I give it back to you?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because it's mine," I seethed.

"Well, using technicalities, that's not true if it's in my possession."

"I will strangle you," I vowed.

He laughed. "Quite the threat coming from Matteo's business representative. I wonder how Zane would feel to hear his intern is already making the other companies mad."

"Good Lord, what do you want from me, Jake?" I asked desperately. "We were just on the plane. Why are you being even more difficult?"

"Because it's fun?"

"No, it's mean," I lamented. "Now, please, I'm in conference room three. Will you meet me there?"

"No."

"Why?" I demanded.

"We'll call this punishment for your antics last night."

"But—"

The call severed. He had hung up.

And I was livid.

I wanted to confront him, but by the time I had already come up with half of a plan, we had arrived at the conference, and I had to go straight there.

But beyond my anger, I was still panicked. I needed my medicine, more than that entitled, oblivious ass of a CEO was aware. The last time I didn't take it after a night out I ended up in a hospital. Only 4 months ago.

I knew the severity of not having it.

But I also knew that the meeting started in ten minutes, and my career had to be put above revenge.