Galaxia's POV 

Driving to my company (the British branch, HQ is located in New York) took at least 45minutes if there was no traffic jam but an hour if there was. While I was scrolling through my phone, checking my previously released clothing line, my mom decided to reply to my text.

"Ok honey, it's good you decided to comply, I was thinking of sending the guards to come kidnap you if you had refused. Well, that's that, I so cannot wait to see you, honey. We can discuss the release of your new shoes, bags, purses, cosmetics and perfume. I'm sooo excited!"

If you didn't know before, well now you do- my mom is a freaking fangirl. She was even happier with the fact that I had my own fashion line than I was. Well moving on...

"And in respect to your beautiful behind, I think, wait no, i KNOW that you are absolutely wrong. I mean everyone sees that you got it from me and I won't argue with you, so DO NOT bring it up again. Well, I'm pretty sure you want me to get outta your hair so I'll leave you to work now. Bye honey, can't wait to see you!

With love,

Your mama".

I was so happy that was finally over, I couldn't take more of her rants so I made my reply short and direct.

"Ok mama, love you too, bye."

As soon as I sent the text, the car came to a halt and Greg announced our arrival. He alighted as quickly as he could and he opened the door for me to get down and of course bowed slightly. I looked up at one of my many, many companies all over the world and sigh.

Who needs love when you have all of these.

I started walking towards my company to begin my day. Each and everyone of my employees bowed their heads and mumbled a "Good morning, miss Galaxia". None dared to look me in the eyes and they all avoided me like a plague. Well that was what you got for being cold and feared by them and I must admit I loved it.

As usual, I head for the elevator and put my thumb on the top floor button and waited a for 5 seconds of scanning before the door closed. Once at the top which is the 38th floor, the door opened and I'm met with my secretary seated at her desk, I didn't know her name and didn't care to ask. As long as you do your job perfectly, you're fine with me.

Immediately she saw me, she flinched and like the others, bows slightly and mumbled a "Good morning, miss Galaxia". I swear they were all like freaking robots, yet again as long as these supposed robots don't have a malfunction, they're safe.

I made a beeline to my office down the hall and scanned my thumb again to unlock the door. I had quite a number of security codes, and surveillance systems because I did not trust anyone except my family and best friends.

My office had a greige coloured wooden floor. Greige comprised of the words gray and beige put together. Apparently, the “in vogue” wall and wood flooring color trend is the Greige wood flooring.

When it was fearfully suggested by my architect, I had taken a liking to it and decided to use it instead. There was a separate sitting area away from my desk with a carpet rug placed on the floor and the colours, cream and dark brown dominated the couches and tables.

My office overlooked the busy streets of London as my company was of great height. A light brown wooden desk, two chairs of the same colour as the desk and one deep brown chair — which was mine — constituted my desk region.

After entering and settling down, someone knocked on my door. I said a quick "come in" with my voice and face void of every emotion.

My personal assistant fearfully stepped in with my cup of coffee while stumbling a bit. She greeted like everyone else and placed the cup on my desk, all this while not meeting my eyes. I slowly sipped my coffee while going through some files on my desk. I glanced up to see her still standing there fidgeting, looking intensely at her feet and playing with her fingers nervously. I spoke, bringing her out of whatever trance she might be in.

"Why are you still here...". My voice emotionless and my eyes were staring deeply at her. She flinched and started trying to speak. Key word"trying".

"Uh- uh, I uh, I'm uh..."

"What rubbish are you uttering, do you think I have all the time in the world? Speak up or get out of my office" I said, my voice dangerously low.

She visibly gulped and I saw her face go pale before she tried to compose herself then started speaking again.

"M-ma'am, I was t-trying to s-say that you have a m-meeting scheduled for later this a-af-afternoon and I've made r-reservations at D-debonair's restaurant." She stuttered.

"What is this meeting about?" I asked.

"A-actually ma'am, the board of directors decided to have l-lunch to celebrate the success of yet another fashion line r-release and since you're the C-CEO, you were invited to a-attend m-ma'am". She said. I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Firstly, is this the first time we've succeeded in releasing new products?" I asked again.

"N-no m-ma'am". She replied.

"So tell me miss Crawford, what's the use of this celebration this time?".

"I-" She started but I interrupted her.

"Secondly, I was invited for lunch and you didn't seek my permission before adding it to my schedule. Then you come here and tell me that I have a so called meeting this afternoon and you expect me to do what, say 'Sure I'll be right there'?"

"M-ma-" She started again but once again I interrupted by getting up from my seat, getting angrier each passing second with the fact that she and those so called board of directors thought that they could tell me what I coukd or could not do.

I walked closer and closer until I stood directly in front of her looking down at her as I was taller than her with at least 4 inches. She looked like she was going to faint anytime soon. So I said slowly and dangerously low

"Tell me Crawford, how much were you promised to drag me down there?hmm?".

She immediately knelt and cried out. "I-I'm so so sorry, miss Galaxia, I just thought t-that since your schedule was clear that y-you might want t-to attend and you have b-been stressed a-a lot lately that you m-might just want to r-relax".

I scoffed at her fake concern for me and she hurriedly continued.

"And I a-assure you that I was not paid to do so m-ma'am". She finished.

I looked down at her and said "what gives you the right to try and decide what might be good for me? Keep your pathetic sympathy to your pitiful self".

I crouched down to her level and grabbed her chin then looked her square in her tear glistened eyes. Her face was wet with tears and I said

"I don't need your pity or concern, get that in your thick skull. Do you understand me, Crawford?"

She nodded her head in agreement but that was not enough for me.

"I said do you understand me?" And she mumbled a "yes, miss Galaxia".

I stood up and asked her "What time is this lunch?".

"12:30 p.m. M-ma'am" She answered.

I glanced at my wristwatch to see it's just 8:57 a.m and said to her "inform Greg of this lunch and tell him to get the car ready and as for you, I hope you've learnt your lesson and this rubbish won't repeat itself. Now get out of my office".

She quickly got up and scrambled out the door wiping her face. Now I had to get ready to tell off some bastards who thought they could control my life. Just thinking about it infuriates me.

So to calm myself, I pulled out my headphones and plugged them into my music player then started listening to some music and continued going through the files, waiting for the clock to strike 12:30 p.m.

They won't know what hit them...