Chapter 10 Hate you a little less

• Mason's POV
• I was on my way home from work.
• It's been a day full of surprises for sure.
• First, some asshole tried to hack into our system so we had to block his attempts, the coffee machine broke down, so we had to make it the old fashioned way.
• But surprise, surprise. There was no coffee in the whole building because no one made it anymore.
• It's been years since someone last used the kitchen we had in our company.
• But the good thing is I survived and was done for today.
• Now my head was full of thoughts about Rachel.
• How did her interview go?
• I wasn't sure if I wanted it to go good or bad.
• On one hand, I really wanted her to get a job.
• Not just because she would move out but because she deserved it. Her last boss was a total asshole that only saw her outside but didn't care about her smartness or drive.
• But on the other hand I wanted her to fail.
• After all she had an interview in my company, and if she got the job, that would mean, when she moves out, I would still need to see her every day at work.
• As I was thinking about all these options I reached our house.
• Suddenly I registered that loud music was coming from somewhere.
• Closer I got to the house, the louder the music was and I realized it was coming from my destination.
• Once I opened the door my suspicions were confirmed.
• The music was indeed coming from our house.
• I went in search of Rachel. I found her in the kitchen, stirring something.
• And what was shocking about the scene in front of me, was that Rachel was singing and dancing.
• And not in a lady kind way.
• She was singing as loud as could, and dancing like a professional disaster.
• Ok. It wasn't so bad, but it sure wasn't good either.
• And now I also had a problem.
• I had to make my presence known, without scaring the crap out of her.
• Now how do you do that with music blasting, a screaming woman, flailing her arms around like a crazy person?
• Either I scare her or I get hit.
• Is that even a question?
• Since you can guess what I chose, I moved towards her phone that was plugged into the stereo system in the living room.
• I pushed the pause button and after a few more notes even Rachel realized it was too quiet.
• She turned around and when she saw my grinning face, hers got drained of all the blood.
• "H-h-how long were you s-standing there?" She stammered and I laughed wholeheartedly.
• Damn she really could be adorable when she wasn't being a bitch.
• "Long enough to know you have no future in the entertainment business. So I really hope you get a job as a secretary soon."
• At my words her face once more brightened.
• "You won't believe it, but I got a job! I begin tomorrow morning. Mason I can't even believe it myself. I hope it won't be a problem if we work together?"
• She was so happy that I forgot all the reasons why it was a bad idea for us to work together.
• But still I couldn't right away admit it to her that I was happy she got the job.
• "It's a bit too late to ask that question don't you think? After all, you already got the job."
• When her face fell I wanted to slap myself for being a dick once more, but it was just who I was.
• "I can give a call to the HR team and tell them I changed my mind. I am so sorry Mason for not thinking about it beforehand. Just give me a second."
• She started going through her purse to find something, I guess she was looking for her phone or the number of our company.
• I had to move as fast as I could and I was by her side in seconds.
• "Rach, I was only teasing you. Of course it won't be a problem. I am happy for you. After all, you deserve a break from the shit storm that your life turned into recently."
• As she was looking at me I could see hope coming back to her eyes.
• "Do you mean it? I know we don't get along but still I wouldn't do that to you. It would be uncomfortable for both of us after all."
• I gave her a soft smile.
• "I mean it. Congratulations on your job. I know you will fit right into our team."
• "You have nkmidea how much I enjoyed today. It was amazing to see someone actually interact with his workers, and not just bark orders at the,. Hzt there was something weird. Aron said he got a really flattering letter of recommendation from my former boss. Now I have no idea where he got it but I am sure it wasn't written by Mr. Rickson. Any ideas?"
• I had an idea alright, but in no scenario could she ever find out what I did for her.
• "Well maybe he finally got to his senses?"
• She looked deep in thought for a moment.
• "Yeah, maybe you are right. I should go by tomorrow and thank him."
• "NO! I mean, no. You shouldn't. He just got to his senses and you don't want to jinx it."
• Damn. I almost gave myself away with my outburst.
• Rachel was looking at me weirdly.
• "Ooooook. Maybe you have a point. Never mind. What matters is the fact I got the job. And we are celebrating. I don't care that you are a dickhead most of the time. Becky is away and I need someone to celebrate my success with me. So you will do it and you won't complain. I made us dinner so you need to get showered and come back so we can eat. Understand?"
• I laughed again. I liked this bossy side of her.
• "Aye, aye captain. I won't be long. But what are we eating if I may ask?"
• "Spaghetti bolognese. Any complaints?"
• She won't hear me complaining. It was my favorite food.
• "No complaints here. I will be back in a minute, don't start without me."
• I didn't even finish my sentence and was already running to the bathroom.
• I could hear her laugh behind me.
• And at this moment I realized I might hate her a little less than I did yesterday.