We ate in silence , although it was weird to only hear the sound of cultery when eating with someone.ni preferred the silence to actually talking to him.
I focused all my attention on the breakfast refusing to meet his eyes that I feel are one. I really didn't have any appetite who would when the person who you witness commit a murder was staring at you.
I just kept shoving the eggs down my throat, I didn't know if it was good or not, I just kept myself busy, I couldn't care if it was poison.
When I got home I wrote my will, I already made the installment for Sam's car that would be delivered to him after his graduation.
Sam had insurance, his college fee was very safe and I had a trust fund made for him since I began working and it had a lot of money in it, if I die Sam would be able to achieve his dreams and live comfortably with Dad.
It may feel like I'm exaggerating but these past few months felt like an exaggeration of the climax my life needed.
After I finished the food on my plate I spent a lot of time slowly...very slowly sip the glass of juice I was given.
I crossed my eyes so I was only looking at the juice inside the cup as I drank. I stylishly stole a glance of the very intimidating man that sat at the head of the table watching me, his eyes showed that he was amused, one side of his lips was slightly lifted barely noticeable.
He almost caught my eyes but I immediately crossed it and focused my attention on the juice inside the glass.
I noticed the juice was going down faster so I reduced my intake , if I was done with my breakfast that would actually open a real window for him to talk to me, not like he couldn't right now but at least I was busy with something and could pretend my sole focus is on it and not the fact that I was already technically living in his house.
And like all okay-ish thing must end, my orange juice finished. I was tempted to reach for the glass jug that was still half full but my stomach protested. I kept looking at my hands that lay nervously on my lap.
I noticed the pores,the small hair that appeared on my fingers.
His gaze was still on me and he was not trying to hide it. What was better, breaking this herring silence or enduring the perving stare.
"U-Uh do I really have to stay with you?" I chose breaking the silence.
His stare was intimidating and scary and it was hard to figure what was going on in his head.
I looked up to look at him and that sly smirk on his face appeared again. I realized what he was doing.
He wanted me to be the one to talk, my awkward eating and sipping was clearly amusing. He knew I wasn't comfortable and to him it was... amusing?.
Ughh... That psychopath!.
"What would you do with me?" this time it wasn't to ease my anxiety.
I really wanted to know what he wanted to do with me.
A few seconds passed where he just stared at me. Then he stood up like I didn't ask a question.
I immediately stood up after him and hastily followed him out of the dinning room to catch up with him.
I increased my pace and grabbed him by his fore arm. It wasn't like I was strong enough to stop him but that seemed to make him stop. He looked at my hand that I was holding on to his arm before he freed himself and continued.
I would not allow you to ignore me!
I immediately stood in front of him, preventing him from going.
"What is this Mr Marcelo?" This time I wouldn't let him ignore me.
I ran scared Everytime I saw him but I couldn't do that anymore. I needed to know what he wants from me.
He clearly did not like the fact that I was stopping him from doing what he wanted. But I wasn't backing down even though my heart was pounding and his hard look was scary as hell.
We both were just standing in the hallway unwilling to yield to the order.
"Why?" My voice came out soft not what I intended. But that was all I could ask.
WHY?.
Why did he scare the hell out of me that night?
Why did he let me be his personal assistant?
Why did he let me stay in New York with him?
Why didn't he kill when I saw him in the underground tunnel like they do in all movies?
Why did he talk to me on the night of the workers ball?
Why did he take me to his underground club?
Why did he come to my home town?
Why did he insist I come back with him?
Why I'm I living in his house?.
To be honest I had more questions. I wanted to know. I need reasons.
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"Why?"
That was all she asked. Marcelo was shocked, not at the question but at the fact that he didn't know the answer. He couldn't give it.
Marcelo is a man who love to be in control. He loved to be incharge of his life and the lives of others around him that was why he bought companies made the CEOs his puppets.
No matter what questions life had for him, he could give the answer. He could punch life back in the nuts. He could. But for the first time in a very long time he couldn't give the answer to the question.
Marcelo couldn't lie to himself when he met her he found her amusing, she was different, she felt different. He had first seen her three years ago and he was intrigued but he couldn't give the reason .
He didn't Know why he messed with her that night. He had convinced himself that it was to have a little fun but it wasn't.
He knew her from the meetings, he had seen her with Miller on different occasions. He had been aware several times of her stay in the building after office hours but why did he go see her that night. He didn't know what felt so different.
He couldn't give answers to the reason why he told Miller to do a thorough background check on her or why he ordered him to appoint her as his assistant on his trip to New York.
He didn't understand the reason for going to the party that night and no matter how much he convinced himself it was partly because of her and his amusement for her it didn't feel right.
He had taken her to the underground club although it didn't even show half of his world. He knew how scary that night was for her. He had forced her into a slutty dress and had taken her there.
He spared her after the incident with the basement. He followed her to her home. He threatened her family to get her with him.
He convinced himself time and time again that it was because he found her amusing and he wanted to fuck her but that didn't fit right with his puzzle.
As he stared down into the Honey brown eyes that stared desperately at his in need of answers and how he felt weird. He failed to realise how much effect the girl had over him.
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As I watched him walk away from him without an answer the uncertainty of my future became even more uncertain if that was even possible.
Did he refuse to answer me or does he not have the answer?. What was I doing here.
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The boss was mad and it was better and a safe interest to steer clear. The men who stood with stone cold facial expressions knew how much of a but job their boss was.
He was a powerful crazy man , he had a lot of anger in him and he embraced his demons and often let them take over but tonight was different.
Few people were already dead, some badly injured and some their life already destroyed as he stripped them of what they had.
Miller watched in silence his boss's tantrums, he was used to it by now. His boss didn't throw the normal regular tantrums, when his boss threw tantrums, someone either get ruined, severely injured and occasionally dead.
He motioned to the four muscled men who came to report to their boss but kept their mouth shut as they watched their boss, to leave.
They obeyed making their way silently to the entrance of the dark underground gym.
Miller got tired if assessing his boss's mental health, he scrolled through the Mac book in his hands to get some work done, after all he was assisting Mr Marcelo to run one of the most successful business empire in America and Europe.
Miller got tired of watching his boss hurt himself. His muscles bulging as he got the punch bag in front of him. His bandages already half ripped and soaked with his blood.
Miller knew of Susan's presence in his boss's house, after all he was the one Marcelo called to track down Susan.
Miller liked Susan from the moment he saw her.
Unlike the other knew workers who plastered fake smiles on their faces to impress the boss's right hand man. Susan acknowledged his presence like any other colleague and continued her work.
Anytime they met in the lobby or in the elevator she always had this genuine smile, she greeted him not for the sake of impressing him.
She was never afraid to speak her mind, that was what drew his attention to her. She was smart and tough. She had that Smart that cannot be taught or learnt but be acquired through experience.
She acted more mature than her age, her eyes could tell a story. Miller was really good at reading people, a skill he acquired not in a good way.
When a spot opened in his department, he immediately recommended her, she had this charm, she was brave and outspoken, Although it was a quality Miller very much admired about her, he feared this quality has also brought her misfortune.
What could she have done or said to anger his boss?.
"You need medical attention" Miller said to his boss, he wasn't in the least surprised that he was ignored.
Miller came closer to his boss but not too close, he knew better.
"You are hurting yourself sire" of course his words fell on deaf ears.
His boss increased his blows, smudges of his blood already stained the punching bag, his hands kept on bleeding.
Miller know Marcelo well enough to know that no one stops him from doing whatever he wants but Miller has also stayed with him long enough to get a reaction out of Marcelo but it usually came with a price.
"Susan..." Miller said her name and he was right, it provoked a reaction.
His boss stopped punching the bag. As fast as light Miller was hit in his face. He fell to the floor holding his jaw as he groaned in pain.
Miller of course expected this reaction. It was the price he had to pay.
He looked up from the ground to see his boss panting heavily.
His body was covered in sweat. Miller watched as his boss stood there staring into space, panting from the totured he just gave himself. Drop of blood hit the floor slowly from his hand.
Miller felt a warm liquid trailing down his chin. He touched it bringing it to his face. Red liquid stained the tip of his fingers. He cleaned it with his sleeve before standing up.
He made a note in his head to see the doctor. His jaw hurts like hell.
As Miller stood there watching his boss he began to realise a different thing. He had made a precise guess saying Susan's name but seeing his boss reaction he knew something was different.
Normally when his boss hit him he walks away but now her name makes him think.
Miller had always wandered what is boss wanted with Susan. If she was just an amusement or a new fuck buddy. He saw the extent his boss went to get her, but his boss never gets upset over anyone let alone a girl. If anyone upset him he would normally ruin the person.
The only thing that can get his boss this stirred up was if something disrupt his mind or his demons. If he was this upset over Susan it only means she stirred something in him.
Miller had always taught his crazy boss was shattered beyond repair but these ordinary girl have moved a piece of his shattered heart. Maybe his boss wasn't shattered, maybe he was just broken and broken things can be mended.
And the only person for this close to impossible job was Susan