"Please settle down"
Damian beckons at the couch across him. His face wears a hint of exasperation, yet he tries to conceal it beneath a serene expression. "There is no need for you to get the shares at all, do you?" He straight up gets to the point as soon as I sit down. "Of course, I do" I reply.
"You are no longer the husband of my sister in view of the fact that she has passed away in the fire accident already. It is common for her relatives to take care of the rest. You can step out of the CEO position from the company. I will grasp that title with the shares in hands"
My statement causes Damian to grit his teeth. He glances up at the girl, Brenda, who is actually Zander under disguise. "Can you leave us two alone? This chat is a family matter which others should not meddle" He instructs. Sending her away now, huh? Is he frightened?
Or perhaps is he attempting to harm me? Whichever way he goes, I am always ready to drag him down. That's for sure. "But Miss Verena claimed she wanted her safety to be assured" The devil responds under no fear. Gosh. He is making it so obvious. "Leave right now, Brenda"
Impatiently, Damian orders.
At last, Zander walks away while rolling his eyes. He leaves the room. "Verena Laurel, you already retain a jewelry company. Why do you bother to possess this company when one belongs to you which can feed you almost four meals a day for months and years?"
Surprisingly, Damian does not use violence against me. He remains calm and coaxes me desperately. So, he knows to beg when he is surrounded? "If that is your question, let me ask" I cross my legs. Leaning back onto the couch with my hands clasped on the thighs.
His eyes flash curiosity.
He is hoping for good news.
"Don't you have another company as well? It can feed you five meals a day nearly. Why are you being acquisitive to gain this company?" My right brow creases. Now, Damian falls into silence. He observes through gritted teeth. When there is no response from him, I let out a sigh.
"Twenty-four hours" I voice and stand up from the couch. "You have a day to collect your everything and bid farewell to the employees. Tomorrow, I will be back to sign with you" Staring down at him, I declare firmly. That is the moment, a tight scowl displays upon his face.
He gets up from sitting. Facing me with his fists trembling from irritation. Pfft. It is so hilarious to see a man like him quivering from rage as if he is restraining his anger from hitting someone when in fact, he is a total coward. "You can't be serious. I am not offering the company"
Damian proclaims.
This motherfucker does not know how to give up. He needs some lessons. Well. If he is asking for the company this bad, I have to lecture him when he should have given up. "Fine" My lip corner lifts up. Causing him to furrow brows. He appears to be perplexed over my reaction.
"You seem to like this company a lot. I am giving you all of it. Take care of my sister's company" Rather than debating with him, I wish instead. Then I step away. Only to be ceased by his unexpected grasp upon my arm. It makes me turn around and face him. "What?" I frown.
His touch is urging me to vomit. He disgusts me. Seeing his face alone is enough to push my frustration. Now, he dares to grab me. "Don't play tricks. I despise them. And do not even harm my child. He is innocent although you dragged him into your imprudent gamble"
Motherfucker.
Warning me about the tricks as if he did not do them on me in the past. "Hands off of me right now" Without any responses to his statement, I command. My eyes gleam with flames of fury. But he still holds me beneath a scowl. Irritating me to the point where my jaw clenches.
He is trying to show he is not frightened by my presence. Hilarious. My free hand slips into the purse. And I bring the gun out. Aiming at his stomach which catches him off guard. Upon the sight of my gun pointing at his stomach, his grasp lets my arm go in an instant.
I did not need to speak a word at all. Just actions are sufficient. "Farewell, asshole. Look after the company with your whole goddamn life" Smiling brightly, I wave my gun while holding the gun tightly. He remains silent as he peers at me leaving out of the office. Pathetic.
"So, you have bought the guns?"
As soon as I walk out of the room, Zander stands across me. This time, he is not under disguise. He has his usual form on instead of Brenda's identity. His query tickles me. Even a devil like him is fooled by this. Hilarious indeed. "It is a toy gun" Clicking the gun, the water gushes out.
The scene makes Zander's lips form into a beam of gratification. "Even I failed to notice, that man must have fallen for your trick too" Finally, the devil lets out a laughter. "Anyway, you are not supposed to be here. I can't be seen with you side by side" I state under a frown.
Putting the gun back into the purse.
"Miss gorgeous, are you perhaps nervous to walk with me in the crowd? I can't help the handsomeness I carry; you know. The attention is what I obtain wherever I go. You have to endure and stay by my side no matter what" Zander boasts along with a wide grin.
Gosh. I have never hated a confident person before but him? He is really annoying. "I don't care about the eyes I get. I am used to them already. But my identity, Verena Laurel is not supposed to be seen with a man, walking out of her twin sister's company in the middle of day"
I lighten the path for him to understand. "Oh..." He raises his brows. Idiot. Don't tell me he really thinks I am insecure to walk with him side by side. Does he think I have never drawn attention before? "You are so full of yourself" I let out a murmur and begin to walk away from him.
I have to escape from his side.
However, Zander follows up to my quick steps. "I can make you full too, love" He whispers. The fuck?! This devil must have higher sex drive than me for sure. "Dream big" I taunt. Attempting to speed up my walk. I can hear his chuckle. He catches up after me still. Walking by my side.
"No one can see me except you right now. Don't concern" He assures. Well, I guess it is true since no one really eyes at him. All the stares and attention are on me at the moment only. I need to stop talking then. Otherwise, they might think I am a fool talking to my imaginary friend.
Without speaking a word, I look up at the man beside me. He has his hands in the pockets. Eyes to the front beneath a calm face. He is really tall. Even for five feet seven inches tall like me, he is quite taller still. The devils are huge creatures, I guess. "Love what you see, my darling?"
While I peer up at him in tranquility, his head turns. Smiling at me with his dimple beam. Idiot. Instead of responding, I lift my upper lip in disgust. Facing to the front. My silence somehow manages to tickle him to the point where he lets out a chuckle once again. He is relishing this for real.
Annoying devil.
"Heading to that child?" Before stepping into my car, Zander queries from behind. Why is he asking when he is already aware of my goal? I glance around the area to make sure no one is nearby. Then I turn. "Yes. And do not dare to appear there under disguise" I alert.
Glaring at him to make sure he feels threatened at least. "Fine. I will be waiting at the apartment to welcome you with lots of energy" What the fuck. The way he winks with the smirk, lights up some vexation inside my veins. I hate this devil. I fucking hate this devil. "Fuck off"
I get into the car.
Ignoring his words to put myself at ease. I can't with his sensual desires. "Take care. Don't forget to shoot at the bad guys with your little water gun!" Waving at me, he raises his tone. Loud enough for me to hear through the car windows. Seriously. He is treating me like a child.
I hold the steering wheel tightly. Gripping back the urge to hit him over with my car. Please. I am really annoyed by his playful character. "See you!" Zander shouts again. And I just drive away instead of running into him with the car. I can try it later. I need to reach to the kid now.
I have to focus on the kid.