Falling for my Billionaire CEO

The F with bold red ink stared at me.

I couldn't believe it. I felt my heart crushing, my hopes, everything. 

Then I went blank. I didn't feel anything anymore, the fear and shock that had been on me like a parasite sucking me was gone. The cold sweat that had been pouring from me was gone.

The tears that had threatened to spill had also dried. I stared at my result slip once more, wondering what my next plan would be.

My grades weren't so good anymore, and I was certain my parents would be disappointed if they saw it.

I picked up my phone dialing my sister, the only person I felt comfortable with at the moment to still share my result slip with.

She picked at the last ring, just when I had thought she wasn't going to pick and I wasn't going to tell anybody about my script.

"Are you busy?"I asked as soon as I heard her pick up the call.

My elder sister, Cleopatra Macs, a talented architect who had graduated from the University of Harvard with a first class, had gone on to become a good architect and successful artist and was now pursuing her masters. She was always busy, and I would be lucky if she wasn't at this point.

Though at the same time I wouldn't mind, I wasn't sure I wanted her to know anymore.

"I failed my math exam," "the one I had been scared to fail." I didn't know why I felt the need to add that, though I could feel the dread descend upon me once more and could hear the disappointment in her breathing through the phone.

"I see," "Mom and Pops would be mad," "you just have to write it again," "It can be rewritten, right?". She said casually, like I didn't know my parents would be angry.

I hadn't been expecting her response, so I didn't know how to feel and respond to what she had just said. 

I hadn't been expecting her to be angry, or maybe I had; I had just ruined the Macs reputation of having good grades only and was expecting a lecture or two, but she hadn't said anything. She hadn't acted shocked or disappointed, except for the slight breath of disappointment when I had first told her my plight.

"I am busy now, sweet girl," "would call you later when I am done.".

"Don't be too hard on yourself," "people fail; you wouldn't be the first." She added before ending the call.

I dropped my phone beside me, falling back on my bed to stare at my star-painted ceiling that I had done myself.

Lifting my hands to my face, I checked the time, standing up as fast as I could.

It was almost time for the lecture, and there was no missing any lecture this semester.

My eye landed on my open laptop, reminding me of the files I still needed to compile and send to Mr. Everest.

This was a contract that had been signed, half payment made, money which I had spent from, so there was no backing out now and no turning down the contract.

I quickly scanned through the files, hoping it would be something I could do with my phone. I wasn't having any course that required me bringing my personal laptop, so I didn't want to stress myself and take it along.

After making sure it was something I could, I quickly transferred it to my phone, grateful I had bought the phone after much contemplation.I was certain my other phone wouldn't have been able to do it, and I would have been left stranded and frustrated. I blew a light kiss to my phone, whispering a silent thank you after the files had been transferred, then I headed out of my lodge.

"I hope today would be a good day, or something good would happen at least," I said silently to myself.