Mercedes's POV

Wow! First Mercedes's POV. This should be really exciting! Think so?

"Good Morning, ma'am. Your coffee is served, triple shot espresso just as you like it and the press has been outside all night for your statement," Banks said with her usual annoying creepy smile that made her look like an old wreck. And those clothes...they made dog poop look so good. Ugh!

My head suddenly jerked as her statement replayed in my head. "Triple shot espresso? Are you fucking sane? I don't drink that shit. Get me cappuccino," I yelled as I stood up from the bed angrily.

She just ruined my entire day!

"Oh, sorry ma'am. I totally forgot," she said clumsily and went off.

I rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower, after which I put on a light make up and picked out an orange playsuit with my black ankle strap and did my hair In a perfect bun. I looked around, and grabbed my black purse and car keys, heading out.

"Banks, tell Lukas to get the car ready and please get my breakfast. I am damn starving," I said and sat on the dinning table.

I heard footsteps and gave a sharp glance to my right, watching mamasita walk down the stairs with her royal blue nightgown still on. I rolled my eyes.

"What?" I shot.

She sat on her usual chair and stared at me before speaking. "Your father isn't okay. Can't you skip work for at least a day?" she pleaded in a tender voice.

PFF! To hell with that shit!

I laughed loudly before replying her ridiculous statement. "Stay at home? What am I? Pregnant?" I asked and laughed again.

"Look mamasita, you can't tell me what to do. Only papi had the right to do that and now he's not around, I can do absolutely any fucking thing I want. Ranging from selling this house and throwing you out. After all, he did will it to me!" I thundered and ended the last words with a smirk.

She slowly stood up and trudged upstairs, returning to her room.

"I think I prefer that girl to you. And here I thought you were a different person," she sighed, not turning her back.

"Well I am not and thanks for noticing!" I yelled back in anger.

"Banks, call the realtor. I'm selling this house and the one downtown," I scoffed as she set my breakfast on the table.

"But ma'am, its - "

"Are you objecting? Are you fucking seriously talking back? Do you want to loose your stupid job? You better do what I ordered before the end of today," I sighed and dug into my breakfast of pancakes and coffee.

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I came down from the car and walked into the building with my bodyguard's hovering and protecting me. Ugh! I'm so gonna fire them soon.

Everything looked the same. Exactly how I left it. Proud was an understatement for how I felt.

I took my private elevator and headed at the top floor, straight to my office.

"Banks, Prepare the schedule for all my meetings and try and get rid of those stinky pests of fans or whatever they call themselves. And about the press, please announce I'll be having a press Conference in a week. They want to drive me loco before my time. They're just bananas!" I yelled as she kept scrolling her tablet.

I placed my thumbprint on the screen. It was rejected and the alarm went on. The whole office was shut down, all systems went off, all elevators turned off and all lights switched off, all doors automatically locked as well WI-FI systems shut down and all internet connections blooped. The heck!

"Banks, why the fuck is the fucking lockdown mode activated?" I roared as I turned on my phone light and she did same with the tablet.

"Oh, ma'am. Your thumbprint doesn't match the one on the screen because it isn't identified," she replied, shivering.

"Oh, really? I didn't know that. Banks you are such a genius. You deserve an award. A golden buzzer perhaps, or first place in science fare..." I said sarcastically. "OF COURSE I KNOW MY FUCKING FINGERPRINT ISN'T DETECTED. WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM?! STUPID?" I yelled.

"Sorry ma'am," she mumbled, ducking at the sound of my voice and squinting her eyes slightly.

"Now tell me. Who the fucking bitch changed the fingerprint?!" I asked.

"Ma'am it's Arabella. The imposter. She made the technician change it" she replied quickly.

"The fuck! The fucking fuck!" I yelled angrily.

"But ma'am I think my fingerprint can undo the lockdown," she said hurriedly.

"And how would that even be possible? Are you cra..." I stopped when I saw everything return to normal in a blink and Banks thumbprint on the screen.

"There ma'am," she said with a little smile.

"Oh, whatever! Why didn't you say so ever since? You made me sicken my voice. I could fire you!" I yelled and walked into my office.

"Call the technician and have my thumbprint reinstalled, ASAP! And we need to reinforce plan YOLO. This company can't run bankrupt. Not under my watch!" I yelled.

"Plan YOLO, ma'am? As in you only live once?" she asked stupidly.

"No, Banks. Plan YOLO as in you only live twice!" I fired sarcastically. "Of course its plan YOLO, you only live once. Why else would I fucking be talking about? Are you dumb or what?" I scolded angrily.

"I'm sorry ma'am," she muttered.

"Yeah, that's the only word in your vocabulary. Sorry for your stupid self, Banks!" I yelled.

"I'll leave now, ma'am," she said and headed out.

"Yeah get out and make yourself useful!"

Ugh!

I was so pissed. I stared at Papi's picture and heaved a loud sigh. I wished he was still there.

I opened my cupboard and stared at Cameron's picture. I really missed him. We shouldn't have broken up.

I sighed and face palmed myself in sadness, thinking of everything.

A call jerked me up from my thoughts.

"What, BANKS! What is it!" I yelled and nearly busted her eardrums.

"Sorry to disturb ma'am, but there's a certain Kyle looking for you downstairs. He said its urgent," she replied.

"Whatever. Send him in," I hung up.

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"So, who are you and what the fucking fuck do you want?" I asked as he walked inside.

"I'm Kyle. Famous YouTube star and a good friend of your supposed 'imposter'," he replied, air quoting the imposter.

"So? What do you want?" I asked, sipping down a glass of alcohol and puffing smoke of cigarette from my nostrils.

He looked tensed.

"What?" I asked with a little laugh. "You've never seen anyone smoke?" I laughed again, blowing little rings out.

He shook his head and jerked back to reality.

"No, i mean - "

"Cut to the chase, lad!" I interrupted, already irritated by his presence.

"I am here to say it was so unfair to her what you did. You humiliated her in front of the cameras. The whole country saw that and perhaps the whole world too," he yelled.

"Then good for me," I smiled, applauding.

"You need to apologize. You put her prison! Do you know how long she's gonna be there? And what if she doesn't have a family to bail her out and payback your supposed one billion dollar?"

"Look, kiddo! I won't watch you walk into my office and yell at me. You should show me some respect!" I hissed and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I remember and that's why you're gonna treat everyone like they don't matter?" he yelled.

"Exactly! You're getting the point!" I yelled with a loud laugh, irritating him.

"You disgust me!" he yelled.

"Not as much as you do me!" I yelled back as he stood up.

"Leave!"

He scampered off immediately, passing me a disgusted look and shaking his head. What a freaking pest!

I poured out another shot of my alcohol and sipped it, relieving myself of excess stress.

Stupid imposter!

Author's Note.

Thank you all so much for reading. It means so much to me.

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So, what do you think about Mercedes? I finally gave you her POV! Is she....what you expected?

Anyway, thanks once again. And yeah, where the heck is Caden? I'm guessing the next chapter... Oh, well. See ya!

Much Love, Pauly Q.