I nodded, and they approached me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Law. I'm Jacob," he said, stretching a hand out to me.
"I don't have time for introductions, Mr. Mondragon. State your business and leave."
The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement, making me mentally roll my eyes in annoyance.
Rain gestured for them to sit on the maroon couch in front of my desk and handed them each a glass of wine, but my Father declined.
"I don't have time for this things. The current situation is under your judgement, Law. And you are who he wants, not me," he says coldly, looking at me in the eye and took his leave.
He's supposed to be the man for this matter, even if it's me they want. Something just doesn't seems right about him.
I diverted my attention to the man in front of me and saw him staring intently at me.
"You stared enough."
"My apology. It's just that, you're still the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen." he said, bringing his glass to his lips while looking at me.This man really has guts. As much as I wanted to shoot him I refrained myself.
I signaled Rain to leave the room. He hesitated for a moment before sighing in agreement. He bowed and left the room, glaring at Jacob.
But Jacob just chuckled at him.
I walked over to the file cabinet and came back holding a long brown envelope.
"He surely has a grudge on me."
I look back at him and give him a hard stare, sitting on my swivel chair. "Don't pretend that you know nothing, Jacob."
His face morphed into a serious one.
"What exactly is your reason for coming here?"
"I'm here to discuss the Frier and Mondragon mafia in behalf of my father," he said hesitantly. It was clear that he wasn't sure of his answer.
"Don't waste my time with this 'discussion' of yours. I don't know why my father let you in, but if this is one of your shitty antics, Mondragon, I'm warning you." I said through gritted teeth as I glared at him.
He stayed silent, knowing how much I absolutely despise it when someone talks back to me.
I threw the envelope at him, and he caught it.
"What's this?"
"Open it." I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the edge of my desk. I rested my chin on my intertwined fingers.
"What's with these names?" he asked, confused.
"Give it to your father. He'll know what to do."
Awkward silence filled the room, blanketing us with a thick atmosphere of discomfort.
A small sigh escaped his lips.
I looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"So . . ." he said. "The, uh— about the problem in the Montenegros's commercial land?" His voice was questioning.
"The Montenegros planned all of this. But they didn't know that the Mondragons and Friers are secret allies."
"How did you know? We thought that the Smiths planned it. Knowing them, they are the ones who want us to get us under each other's skin."
"Don't forget that I am a Frier, Mr. Mondragon. You know how a Frier thinks," I said sternly and stared at him intently.
He didn't respond, but the way he looked at me, it's as if he wants to say something.
"Tell your father that the shipping of the weapons will be the day after tomorrow at the New Port, Philippines. He shall do what we planned, or else... He knows what will happen."
He just nodded in reply.
"You're dismissed," I said and stood up, making my way to the door to leave, not wanting to stay longer with him, but he just stayed on his seat, not moving, just staring at me.
I saw sadness in his eyes, but my chest is lead and my heart is stone. I feel nothing.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out.
A single dramatic moment is enough for this night. I don't need another one. So I just ignored him and opened the door to leave, but he quickly stood up, grabbed the side of my hips, turned me around so I'm facing him, and pushed me gently against the door.
And the next thing I knew, Jacob is kissing me aggressively and his hands were exploring my body.
He reeked of alcohol not just some kind of wine, because the scent overwhelming my nose. But that was no excuse to touch me without my consent.
Before my brain could function properly, my right fist already made contact with his cheek, causing him to step back and hold his bleeding lips.
But I am not done yet.
I pulled him harshly and shoved him to the wall. I wrapped both hands around his neck, choking him. I looked at him with my deadliest glare.
"Regrets are inevitable, but they can't change what has already happened. No matter what your reasons are, I don't give a fucking damn. Try that little stunt again, Mr. Mondragon, and you might do more than regret." I let go of his neck and straightened my dress "You're not the Jacob I know. So unprofessional." I said sharply, trying to keep the disappointment from seeping into my voice, but failing miserably.
He straighten his back and his ruined suit before looking at me seriously. "I just did what I wanted to. And when I do that next time, you're not going to shove me away," he said determinedly.
"I'm not some starry-eyed waif you can easily overpower with your godforsaken sorcery."
And I shut the door at his face.
I made my way to the elevator and saw Rain standing outside.
He looked shocked when he saw me. I didn't know why, so I ignored it, but when the elevator closed, I saw my reflection on the reflective surface.
Ruined lipstick, swollen lips. No wonder he looked at me like that. I wiped my lipstick off and glared at Rain for not telling me, but he shrugged it off. Asshole.
"What floor, milady?"
"Rooftop. Prep the chopper. We need to head to the Philippines. They'll be shipping the weapons tomorrow."
He pressed his earpiece and repeated my command.
"And tell the main headquarters that my verdict is simple: death," I said to him, staring straight ahead. I could feel his eyes on me. "Assassinate the Montenegro family. Leave no survivors."
One life taken is insufficient. That's the punishment for trying to fool the Friers.