Four hours and some minutes ago.
Two men exited the airport to find a Benz car waiting for them. Assistant Darkwood professionally packed the luggage into the boot, shut it tightly, and immediately opened the door for his arrogant boss. As there was already a man sitting in the driver's seat, the assistant sat down on the passenger seat, checking the rear mirror occasionally at the bitter expression on his boss' face. He sighed and told the driver to start moving, which he did.
Alex relaxed his body against the seat, as his anger toward his assistant's disobedience hasn't left. Thinking back at the woman he encountered minutes ago, the vile vigor he once felt, showered over his emotions again. He lifted his slender hand to touch the bandage around his head, and he clenched his jaws.
'Whoever you are, you can't escape me!'
On the replete road, a Mercedez Benz is awed by tons of passersby as the four wheels rolled magnificently. The car bypassed streets, driving expeditiously until it entered the main city. Up ahead, a large tower climaxing to the sunny sky became visible. The building was none other than the infamous Dargan Crest Conglomerate.
Dargan Conglomerate is a tall skyscraper of about fifty floors, its complexity tethered with exquisite mirrors. The company mainly majors in the production of motors and auctioning of hotels. However, Crest Conglomerate not only maintains the motors or resorts bureaus but also the establishment of rookie thespians.
As the car stopped by the front glass door, Assistant Darkwood wasted no time stepping out to open the door for his boss. He adjusted his tardy suit and sidestepped for the arrogant man.
Alex discerned the breath of the other man and threw a dirty glare at his face, making the poor assistant cringe to the side in fear.
"Get out of my way" The loud deep voice penetrated not only the assistant's ear but correspondingly the employees who had noticed him. Assistant Darkwood exhaled deeply from the indifference of the man. He tried to support his boss to handle the walking stick, while he pranced forward to the company.
Meanwhile, Alex stubbornly refused the concern of his assistant and instead hastened his pace. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to kill someone, so much so that it was eating him whole. He couldn't even calm down at the thought of the smell of that woman, which refused to leave his nose. While he had memorized the road to his office, he approached some of his employees who politely greeted him, but as usual, he ignored them. Every time he passed a few females, he thought they didn't smell good like that woman. That turned his tremendous frustration and added to his agitation.
'I'll find that nuisance at all costs' He whispered.
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On the sixth floor, which was where Assistant Darkwood's office resided.
A familiar man wearing a brown-printed suit, and matching trousers, while holding a blue folder followed Assistant Darkwood to the office. The familiar man was the secretary of Mr. Peter Johnson, the third business partner in the company organizing hotel decors and sessions. As a representative of his boss, the secretary wore a miserable look while he sat on the designated seat given to him.
"Mr. Dargan is very angry with your lateness. You know how irritated he deems" Assistant Darkwood explained in his thick English accent.
The Secretary gave an apologetic look and told "Ray, I am aware of that. There is bad news to tell and I am scared of that boss of yours. Please look for a way to explain this to him"
The assistant frowned and asked, "What bad news?!!" Mr. Dargan was burning in rage already and if the news was something earth-destroying, he wondered what would happen to the employees in the company.
The Secretary then broke out the news "Mr. Peter has decided to cancel the deal. I tried to convince him otherwise, but as a foreigner, he detests arrogant men. He says he wishes to withdraw as a partner from the company and collaborate with that newly skyrocketed company, Xikers M.E."
"What? When? Why?" Assistant Darkwood rose as if a firework had accidentally hit him. His agony knew no bounds. If the most beneficial ally decides to end the collaboration of hundreds of millions of dollars, the company will be at loss, or worse get down. Why did it have to be that company again? Who was the owner of Xikers M.E? Is the CEO trying to piss off his boss?
The Secretary briskly retrieved his kerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat on his face. Though he feared his boss, still the only man that could quiver his body, heart, and soul, was that blind billionaire. Lack of sight seemed to make that man stronger.
"Please help me, Ray" He called "Try to tame him, or I bet my boss will sue him"
"Sue him!! The one who should be getting sued here is Mr. Peter!!" The agonized assistant yelled back, his face no longer holding his usual patient look. It was like a ticking bomb had exploded inside his brain. He continued with his yells "Remember, you signed the contract, and now!! Do you want to go against it? You pieces of shit!!"
"I have tried. I tried to talk him out but he seemed determined and I have no say in his wants" The secretary sounded defeated as he tried to explain. He was close to the assistant because they were brothers. Brothers who were misfortuned with depressive Bosses. When he had thought he would find a way to get closer to his brother, his boss suddenly decides to cancel the contract and pay the price.
"Drake, you better try to talk to that boss of yours. He cannot just end the contract and give the collaboration to a rival company. If that happens, Mr. Dargan might kill him" Assistant Darkwood spoke formally to his elder brother.
"That's what I am fearful of, Ray" Secretary Drake ran his hand through his cut raven hair and rubbed his temple. He peeked into his wristwatch and realized his time there was over. Looking at his younger brother pleadingly, he arranged the copy of the voided contract and passed it to the other man, while he took the original with him. His tailored shoes clicked on the marble floor when he left.
"Drake!" Assistant Darkwood fell back on his chair in disarray. He went through the contract and slammed his hand on the desk.