Wrath – Part l

Onyx walked inside Delta Airlines' headquarters with his secretary on his toes. He walked down several corridors till he arrived at the elevator. As he approached the elevator, the doors opened to reveal Ophelia. A strange solace flooded over his burning heart, and before he realized it, his body and mind felt lighter, as if a burden had been lifted from him. He neared Ophelia and she stormed out of the elevator. He could sense the blazing wrath inside her from a few feet away, which confused him, but as she approached, her face and eyes turned icy cold. She said coldly, with an eerie smile.
"I hope you are satisfied!" She didn't stop for a second after that as she stormed out of the building.

Onyx whirled around, his face contorted with perplexity, and stared at her fleeing body.
"What just happened!" Lilian shook her head as he muttered in confusion.
"I have no idea, sir, but she seemed furious!"
"Find out what happened," Onyx said, turning around to face the elevator, and Lilian nodded. Onyx pressed the button, but the elevator stopped and at the fourth floor. Soon after, the elevator door opened, and a woman groaning and grasping a broken nose rushed out, blood flowing from her palm, followed by a few men. Onyx stepped away from the blood so he wouldn't step on it.
"Wasn't that-" he remarked, pointing to the rushing woman, to which Lilian nodded. "Joanne Smith sir."
"This is turning out to be a wild day!" Onyx shook his head, his eyes wide. "Let's go find out exactly what happened; I wouldn't be surprised if Ophelia was responsible for that broken nose," Onyx remarked as he walked into the elevator, and Lilian followed.
"I'm positive Captain Ophelia was responsible for that broken nose." Lilian swallowed as she said, her voice astonished and shocked.

Ophelia started to leave the Los Angeles International Airport on foot. As she walked down the sidewalk, a shadow loomed over her face. She has no idea what she will do now that she has lost her job. She had joined Delta Airlines to help her pay off her debts since she could earn more money, but now that that final resort is gone, she is at a loss for what to do. As she walked, a million thoughts and possibilities raced through her mind. Later, she rode the train to her station, from whence she walked to her apartment. It was already 11 p.m. when she arrived at her apartment, but the door was locked and it appeared that her father had not yet returned home. She walked in without turning on the lights after unlocking the door with the spare key. She was familiar with this small apartment, and even in the dark, she found her way to her room without stumbling over any furniture.

She put down her blazer on the bed as she slid down on the floor. Her back was against the wall of her bedroom, and her arms hung over her folded knees. Her head sank low as her body was rocked by quiet sobs. Flying had been all she had ever wanted to do, but she had now punched the door shut on that way of life. Above her dream was the amount of debt that was crushing her father and that she had desperately tried to lift.

She hadn't realized her father had come in until he was kneeling in front of her, drawing her into his arms. As Mason tried to console her, she sobbed in his arms.
"They fired me, Dad." As Mason drew her closer, she murmured in between sobs.
"It's all right, sweetheart." He tried to console her, but her sobs grew louder.
"It's all right. We'll be alright, I promise." As his daughter sobbed on his shoulder, Mason muttered softly. The night flew by as Mason put her to bed and left her to get some sleep.

The days passed while she looked for work, but her HR report had already reached every possible place where she could look for a job. As a last option, she began working for her father in his barely afloat business.
"Ophelia?" Mason summoned Ophelia from his office.
"Yes, Dad?"
"Come in here please." He summoned her in his office, and she rose from her seat. She worked as Mason's secretary, soaking up everything Mason's experience and years in the business had to offer.
"Yeah, Dad?" she said as she pushed open the door and peered in. Mason raised his head from the file he was holding.
"Please come in." He called her in, and she entered, standing against the wooden table. Mason sorted the folders placed them on the table and looked up at her.
"I had called a few of my old friends and asked for help, and one of them agreed and called me for a meeting." He informed Ophelia calmly, and she nodded with a small smile.
"When is the meeting?" She inquired, "The following morning. I'll be leaving for Berlin today. I'm not sure how long I'll be there. So I'll need you to watch after everything till I get back." Panic swept over her face, and Mason raised his hand, his eyes wide.
"Don't be worried; you'll be OK!" He tried to reassure her, but panic had already taken over her.
"What if I mess up? I've only been in the office for 6 days and I'm still learning how everything works!" She exclaimed.
"You've flown huge planes and fighter jets into the skies, and you're scared about running a tiny business for a few days?" She frowned as Mason chuckled.
"You're going to be OK! And I'll be only a phone call away. You can call me with any problem, and I'll solve it!" Mason reassured her, and she nodded hesitantly.
"Now sit down, and let me walk you through the things that need to be completed while I'm away," Mason remarked gently, as Ophelia sat down.
They went through the tasks, and soon the evening arrived, she arranged for a cab to take Mason to the airport. Ophelia returned to the office after he had left and began going through the files, researching and utilizing all of the knowledge her father had shared.

After closing the last file, Ophelia leaned back against the chair, and her phone rang. She grimaced as she saw Owen's name flash over the screen. After a few rings, she picked up the call.
"Hey, how's it going?" She sighed as Owen's voice came through the other end.
"I'm exhausted."
"I understand how hectic things must be for you. Do you want to go out to dinner? I want to see you."
"Are you back in California?" She inquired.
"I just got back."
"I'm not sure if I'll have time. But I'll let you know."
"Ow okay. Get some rest and don't overwork yourself." His voice sounded disappointed, and she closed her eyes, running her finger through her hair.
"You as well. Have a good night." They said their goodnights.
She tossed her phone on the table and sighed, scratching her forehead. When her phone vibrated, she groaned. She picked up her phone and found a new mail notification. As she opened the mail, she frowned. But in an instant, her expression shifted from confused to outraged.
"You f*ucking asshole! I'll show you crazy tomorrow!" Enraged, she threw her phone on the table, took her bag, turned off the lights, locked the office, and stormed out of the office building. All the way to her home, she cursed Onyx in her mind. The only thought that roamed around her head was, he had the guts to call her for a meeting after everything!