SEVENTEEN
Merlin walked into the company, nose in the air. Her upright face had a little touch of makeup and was now replaced with a stern look. Since no one knew she was the boss's wife, no special greetings were accorded to her. She angrily fired all the workers in the first floor, giving them a knock each on the head. Hissing, she found her way to the elevator.
Soon, she was in his office - her soon to be office actually. She lifted the window curtains by a single command from her finger, sparkling blue smokes emitted from her hands.
She then sat on the ergonomic chair, legs crossed on top of the glass desk. She observed the room. "Dull colors," She sighed as she transformed the main wall to blue. Every other furniture and structure, she planted a tint of blue in it.
"Better," she smiled looking at her handiworks. Her magical powers were strong and powerful.
With a snap of her fingers, her toes were being pedicured. Invisible hands painted her nails and she hummed a weird song.
She thought of the incident last night and smiled. How James freaked out when she disappeared- which he actually didn't notice. "I'm in the bathroom honey... would be out in a jiffy." She had shouted when he called for her.
Stupid James... he's too blind that he doesn't know when strange things happen..but what can he do? I have his destiny in my palms already... She laughed. Her laughs were like that of thunder, almost shaking the entire building. Then she frowned " from now on...I dictate what should be done"
She rested her hair on the chair and glanced through the clock. An evil smile on her face - someone did be here soon.
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Sir Clinton called from the airport.
"Hello, dad?" Suzanne greeted me.
"How's my angel doing?" He questioned as he ordered his driver to take in his luggages.
"Fine dad and you? I hope you aren't stressing yourself too much?"
"Your dad is strong, dear. As a Matter of fact, I'm heading to Crystal," He spoke confidently.
"Crystal? Are you back?? Your flight is supposed to be in two days' time.."
"I have to see James. I can't be away when my Godson is making drastic decisions," Clinton commented, entering the car.
The driver turned on the engine.
"You should rest at least.. let me pick you up," Suzanne replied, grabbing her car key.
"No need dear...just stay in your office. My driver is here already, I'll see you when I get back."
"Alright then. Take care. I love you dad." She replied, smiling. But she still wasn't comfortable with the idea of her dad going there. James is such an ingrate.
"Not as much as I love you my dear," He replied and she chuckled from the other end.
The call ended with a smile on his face. He faced the road and a frown appeared in his face, his driver viewed him from the rear view mirror.
"I hope it's not true,"
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He entered the office and doubted if he was at the right place. The place looked different, almost like a blue playground. Then he glanced at the inscription on the glass craved board on the desk, it says - CEO, MR. JAMES DANIELS. Surely this is James's office. Then he noticed a woman resting in the chair.
"What are you doing here young woman?" He inquired. How dare she relax on James's seat? Where on earth is James????
Merlin smiled. Her long awaited guest had arrived. "What do you mean? ...this is my office," She leaned forward and slowly placed her hands on the glass inscription board, not breaking their eye contact.
Sir Clinton felt a lump in his throat, he swallowed hard. She was damn pretty but yet a strange aura lurked around the room.
Sparkling blue light emitted from her hands, "or can't you read?" She asked, removing her hands on the board.
"It says...."
Sir Clinton cut in sharply, his voice almost ceasing, "CEO, MRS. MERLIN DANIELS…." He couldn't believe his eyes. Just a while ago he had seen its content...but now?
"How is that...." He stammered pointing at the board, his hands trembling. Do I have poor sight?
Merlin frowned. "Now what are you doing in my office, OLD man?" She asked, stressing on the 'old'.
"Mrs ....Daniels?"
"That's right. I'm James's wife," She replied rudely, giving him a; WHO-IS-NOW-TRESPASSING-LOOK.
Sir Clinton's heart dropped into his stomach. So it was true????