The Last Laugh novel Chapter 22

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Heather's POV:

Shirley convinced me to leave the office and follow her to the mall for a shopping session. I couldn't even refuse in the first place.

"Fine, Shirley. You win."

"Yes! I always do."

I smiled and stood up.

"Yeah, right. Let's go." I got my handbag and we left the office.

"Where are you going?" Sawyer asked, folding her arms, when we met her on the corridor.

"None of your business, Sawyer. Get out of the way." I said, irritated.

"I'm not going anywhere, Heather. Mom said you should never leave work before time. Especially for useless things."

I looked at her.

"And what makes you think I'm going to do something useless?"

"Her." she referred to Shirley.

"Excuse me?? What are you trying to mean?" Shirley asked irritated.

Sawyer smiled provocatively.

"Simply that useless people encourage useless things."

"What?" Shirley made a move for Sawyer but I stepped in the way and angrily stared at Sawyer.

"Sawyer, stop. I respect you enough as my little sister but don't take my leniency for granted."

She frowned.

"So you think I'm taking you for granted, huh?"

"You've always had. And I forgave you every time. Even when you caused me a lot of pain."

Sawyer's brows shot up.

"Great. I guess you're referring to what happened in the past."

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes.

"Get over it. If I didn't report every time, we would never have had all of this." she referred to the company.

I felt my little fists close up tight. I turned to Shirley.

"Shirley, please go to the car. I'm coming."

Confused, Shirley did as she was told. I turned to Sawyer.

"None of this is ours."

"It is now. Sheridan is dead. You're all grown up now. Get over it, Heather."

I looked at her. Sawyer was a real pain at times. She scarcely had respect for me. And that, since we were kids. She never took me seriously because I was always quiet and didn't speak up.

"Sawyer?" I called, feeling a lump in my throat.

"What?"

"There's a day I won't forgive you. And there's a day when justice will be done. I would love to see you after we'd lose everything."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"I'm trying to warn you. I'm not only asking you to respect me, I'm asking you to be careful."

"Say that to my hand, big sis."

I looked at her. I smiled. I was slow to anger and wouldn't let her get me.

"Fine." I walked past her.

"Heather!" she called, "Heather! I'll tell mom!"

"If she wants, she fires me! I'm not her sidekick nor partner in nonsense like you are!" I replied as I walked away.

"Heather!"

"Fuck off!"

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