The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)
Chapter 89

Sebastian could have ignored those clerks entirely, since he was technically not in a relationship withSasha, but Luke could tell that he was not going to do that. He watched with bated breath asSebastian's face darkened. “He ordered her favorite dishes?” “No... I'm sure there's amisunderstanding here, Mr. Hayes... “ “So that’s why she wanted to work here! You are foolingaround, Sasha Wand!" he snapped. Every line in his well-chiseled face grew sharper as his expressionturned chilly, and Luke struggled to replace the words to reply to him. / don't think she’s that kind ofperson...“Please calm down, Mr. Hayes. I don't think she’s like that. Do you want me to summon her here sothat she can explain herself?” “Why would I do that? She's just going to bring her filth into myoffice!” Luke gasped. He called her filthy! He fell silent in fear. Meanwhile, Sasha was happilyenjoying her food with the vice president in the staff canteen when her phone vibrated. She pickedit up, only to see a message telling her that she had been fired. I've been fired? Is this a mistake? I'veonly been here for a few hours! I'm an employee of the Hayes Corporation now! Why am Ifired? What's wrong with that scum? She dialed Sebastian's number immediately. “We're sorry. Thenumber you have dialed is currently unavailable.” “We're sorry.The number you have dialed is currently unavailable.” Sasha cursed under her breath. What the f*ck!Did he just blacklist me? Vexed, she pushed her food away and stood up abruptly. “Hey” the vicepresident called, visibly surprised. “Where are you going? You haven't even finished your lunch yet?”Sasha ignored him and left the canteen quickly. Where am I going? To beat up that jerk, of course!She stormed into the President's exclusive lift and arrived at the penthouse suite a few minuteslater. The employees there watched with their mouths agape as she kicked open the door of thePresident's office with a loud bang. “Who the hell is she?” “Isn't she that vice president's lapdognow?" “Why did she just barge into the President's office?”“Did she just kick the door open?” They watched in horror as Sasha stormed into the office andyelled, “What the hell is wrong with you, Sebastian Hayes? What do you mean I'm fired? Do youactually think I'm here to work for you?” The onlookers fell silent in shock. Sasha waited for his replywhile panting from anger, and her frustration only grew when Sebastian took his own sweet time toturn away from the window he had been facing. “Get out!" he growled, making the onlookers shiverin fear. Sasha blinked. “What do you mean, “get out? You'd better watch your words! I'm here formy son's sake, and now you're telling me to get out?” “Are you dumb or something? I'm telling youto get the hell out of Hayes Corporation!”Sebastian yelled angrily, though his face was completely expressionless.. “Listen up, Sasha Wand,this is my company, not your matchmaking service! How disgusting can you get?” He glared at herwith much hatred in his eyes, as though she did not deserve to be standing in front of him at thatvery moment. What? What the hell is wrong with him? Sasha could feel her hands trembling inanger. Glancing around the office, she noticed an art installation made out of metal just to her left,and she put her hands on it without much thinking. Sebastian's eyes narrowed dangerously."What are you trying to do?” “I'm going to throw this on your stupid head, of course!” she shouted."Who told you that I'm here to hook up with other men? Have you forgotten that we used to get inbed together? Are you so insecure that you think those ugly bas*ards could take me away fromyou? Are you dumb?” As she shouted obscenities at Sebastian, she tried to pick up the artinstallation with much difficulty. “It's thirty kilos. Let's see if you can actually lift it,” Sebastiansnickered, the storm clouds on his face long gone. Sasha tried to lift the installation out of spite,only for it to fall back onto its podium with a loud thud. Why the hell is it so heavy?

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