73 Aren't You Disgusted?
          


    "The nam- OF COURSE I HAVE!" Vixen growled in anger, "ITS CALLED RNDN CORPORATION!"


    "Hm, ever wondered what the RNDN stood for?" Regan smirked.


    "No? Why would I? You seriously need to stop with thi-"


    "The R is for my first name and N my middle name, the D for the first letter of my last name and N for the last letter," Regan explained.


    " ok so a freaky coincidence there, so what?" Vixen refuted, "I'm not that gullible."


    "Maybe you should have done your homework on my company," Regan sighed mockingly, blowing at the invisible speck of dust on her fingernails.


    "Homework?" Vixen's eyes twitched. He forced a smug smile on his face and waved his phone, "ok then. Let's do it together."


    He exited the game and began searching for the company's owner.


    "WAIT! DON'T DO TH-" Regan warned, burying her face in her hands when she noticed his frozen face.


    "N-no way," he whispered, flabbergasted at the face his eyes stared at.


    He turned to Regan and back to the picture, then raised his phone to her face swiftly, wildly tapping the picture, "WHY IS YOUR FACE AND NAME ON HERE?!"


    Regan shifted backward from Vixen's sudden approach, "because I'm the CEO?"


    "HOW? WHAT? WHEN? WHY???" Vixen pressed, moving closer to Regan as she frantically moved away from him.


    "UmĄ­ I started a company with my parent's help?" Regan answered nervously, "could you please no-"


    "A COMPANY?! THIS ISN'T JUST A COMPANY!! THIS IS THE LARGEST GAME COMPANY, AND YOU OWN IT?!" Vixen yelled, his voice rising higher by the second as he failed to comprehend the words that came out of Regan's mouth.


    "I-it is a company though? And yes, I am the CEO," Regan answered quickly as she continued to crawl away from Vixen.


    "AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?! I WAS IN THE PRESENCE OF ONE OF THE BEST PROGRAMMERS IN THE WORLD, GREETED YOU EVERYDAY-"


    "Like I was some stray pet, not a rock," Regan interrupted.


    "FED YOU FOOD DAILY-"


    "Fed me? You look like you wanted to shove it down my throat at any time,"


    "HAD CONVERSATIONS WITH THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD-"


    "That's an overstatement and you barely talked to me unless you were asked a question. Even after that, most of your comments were insults,"


    "AND DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU WERE?!"


    "Yes and STOP COMING SO CLOSE TO ME!" Regan begged. She was pinned to the side of her bed now with Vixen looming over her, inches away from her face.


    "HOW? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" Vixen scolded, slamming his hand into the side of her bed beside the left side of her face and his other hand on the right side.


    "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HOW?!" Regan yelled, anger slowly welling up in her, "AND YOU NEVER ASKED!! AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST BE LIKE, 'oh, by the way, I'M THE FREAKING CEO OF RNDN?!' WHO DOES THAT?!"


    "YOU!!" Vixen refuted, leaning in closer, his face twisted in frustration, "YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME!!"


    "ME? I'M SUPPOSED TO MENTION SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN THIS PLACE? I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF!" Regan screamed, her eyes tightly shut, "I DON'T DESERVE THAT TITLE WHILE I'M IN THIS PLACE! THESE HANDS THAT BUILT THAT GAME-"


    She waved frantically in Vixen's face, "THESE HANDS THAT BUILT THE GAME THAT YOU LOVE HAD SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOOD ON THEM!" She screamed in desperation, "AREN'T YOU ASHAMED TO LIKE MY GAMES?! AREN'T YOU DISGUSTED?!"


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