******Hut Berg**POV********
''Beep! beep''!
Did she just cut me off? I can see she had spread her wings, to the extent of disrespecting her elders, any ways, I'm to be held responsible for that. I thought with a grim smile.
My eyebrows knitted in confusion, at her now distant behaviour. Was it because of my scandal, or the news about the wedding day?
She even blamed me for her headache, that I had nothing to do with me. Why do ladies like to always blame us? And why were they equally hard to comprehend sometimes. Just like now! She accused me of something, then hung up on me, without giving me the chance to redeem myself. Doesn't she want an apology? Wasn't that purpose of complaining in the first place?
How could she be bashful, after our exchange. What's the big deal in expressing ones needs? I just don't get it!
''Ughhhh !!!!'' I groaned. My head was just filled, with confusion, and question after the call. I don't know where I stand, because I won't compromise my future for a woman, that have no feelings for me, but in love with my brother! I have a lot of thinking to do.
I sat up from my bed, and strode towards my cabinet, picked out a bottle of scotch, and a borrelglas, wasting no time to pour a desirable amount. I took a sip, and swirled the liquor, as it slid down my throat. I sipped more of the content, to satisfy my watering tongue, for the familiar flavour, it was craving. My lips smacked together, as the aged citrus flavour spread through my taste buds. My deep brown eyes darted towards my bedside drawer, and my seemingly pleasant mood soured. It had nothing to do with it's appearance, but what was in it.
What they plan to do with the information, was not known, but one thing was clear, they want, what was MINE! And I fear I might not be able to secure it at the end. I walked towards it, and placed my drink on its panel.
I squated with one knee on the floor, and held its rack to support my weight. I stalled for a moment, before inputting my passcode, then the lock clicked. I slid the storage unit open, it was empty! Except the circular grey box, that was below the curved partition. I peered vacantly at it. This was not the sixth, nor will it be the last time, I would find myself in this particular position. Either I was bending, kneeling, or squatting in front of this red short drawer, with all my gaze focused on that greyish box. It was like a tormenting new habit, that I had enquired ever since, It was sent to me on a fateful morning, many months back.
I hasitated only for a moment, before reaching out for it, I picked my glass of scotch and made my way towards the balcony. The cold gush of air greeted me, as I swung the glass open. Any trace of sleep I had left, vanished instantly from my eyes. I placed my scotch on a long bar table, that was beside pots of flowers. I wonder how the flowers withstands the cold night, and still maintain healthy petals.
I leaned on the handrail, my hand griping the box tightly. The night sky was aglow, buildings stretched across the horizon, and its windows reflecting off the lights, forming square sparkles. The breeze was gentle in caresing my hair.
I had no intension of opening the box, just took it out of habit!
With many opponent and social media, I just can't pinpoint who was on my tale, no matter how much I had thought about. Rupert was not completely out of the equation either.
He might not have interest in politics, but I was unsure about his feelings for Ebele, and the fact their clause were not to kick me out of my career, but got everything to do with Ebele, gave me more reasons to suspect him.
My suspiciouse still left me a bit muddled, my brother I knew would have come to my face and confronted me about his findings, he would even insist I set things right, SO it would be unlike him to harbour it within himself, let alone, blackmail me with it.
I would have normally used my connections or, better still, send investigators to track those unscrupulous fools, and silence them completely.
But fortunately for them, I won't do that, the Knowledge was too sensitive to involve another individual. I don't trust anyone at this period, because should another ear hear it, the consequences would be lethal,.. would cost me my career, and even our family fame, which still make Rupert up on my list, because he doesn't give a fuck about our family image, or the political cycle.
I was narrowly handling the situation all these while, but I don't think it would stay hidden for long, if I don't give in to their absurd conditions, everything will go down hill. Or maybe they just want to scorn me for not be able to protect, what was mine. And the whole thing with Emma's clingy behavour lately, was just adding more to my burden. I can't afford more scandals.
I ran my toung over my lips, as they were now chapped, by the cold air. I reached for my scotch, and gulped it down, in one shot. Its warm sensation spread through my organs, from my tongue, oesophagus, stomach.....complementing my now cold body. My legs were numb from standing too long, but I don't feel like going inside either.
The view of the city was much better than staring at a ceiling. The night of Berlin was always awake, and busy, no matter how early or late it was. Due to the hell I would be facing tomorrow, with one last look, I went inside and swung the glassdoor shut.
***
The warmth of the room, made me realize just how cold it was outside, it didn't help, that my nightware was too thin.
I placed my empty glass on the counter, then repeated the same process, just as before ; bent over the bedsides' drawer, replaced the box right where it had been, then secure it with the code, only then can I have peace of mind! It was like a routine to me.
Sooner or later I would've to choose, the decision~making on its own, is something, that would've been easy, if not for my growing feeling for Ebele.
I should've heed to my father's believe, that One must harden their heart, especially in this dirty political games.
Unfortunately, I let it slip! How it happened? I have no idea!
I Suddenly, just found myself hesitating in things, that I would've easily decided, without a blink of an eye!
How she managed to light a spark in my soul, was still a wonder to me*
Ebele, was never the type of girl, I would've gone for!She was more of Rupert's type, timid, gentle, and sweet. But our furure has been bond together already.
In case your wondering.... YES! I knew from a young age, that she would be my wife, and I can do nothing about it then. The marriage arrangement was to complement my public image, and my political career, due to the strong background of Meier's family. But as a kid, I didn't understand those strategies.
I remembered her first visit to our manor, she was like a little princess. I found the whole match up ridiculous, because I was much older than her. But now the age difference doesn't matter any more.******
I laid on my bed, and pulled the red blanket up to my waist, its texture was softon my skin. It was of no use checking the time, I assumed it was already morning. I better catch some sleep, and boost my energy for tomorrow's opposition.
I turned from side to side, till I found the comfortable position on my left side, my eyes blinked on their own, untill I finally snoozz off!