5 PM. The setting sun bathed the Brethren city's buildings in its warm light that kissed the vast horizon. The crescent moon and the blanket of stars emerge and stretch in the black velvety infinity in the West. The sunset filled the sky with a deep red flame, setting the clouds ablaze. The bustling of expensive cars started to reign on the city's roads. Constellation of lights began to showcase their spectacular beauty. An afternoon zephyr swept across the lively city. Bustling activities began to take place. Employees were fixing their stuffs together, tired and completely haggard in their suits, ready to depart home.
Sumire's iconic smize and attractive smile was plastered on her lips while she sashayed down the black carpeted hallway along with the feral human walking like a black panther, tailing behind her. They were on their way out of the building. Her eyes were brighter than the thousands of black sapphires. She looks so fresh and beautiful even though she and Mort spent the whole day attending the conference.
As they sauntered down the hallway, people around them can't help but smile and admire her beauty. The pair strode in the place like Royalty while men and women bowed their heads in respect to them. Sumire slightly fixes her apparel and flaunts her beauty. Under that massive black coat was her voguish clothes. Hidden away from the predator's eyes of men in the building. Sumire was wearing Mort's black faux fur trenchcoat to make her warm against the cold afternoon breeze. She looks like a walking diamond and her beauty sparkles all over the place. But behind her was a pair of dark and smoldering emerald eyes piercing on each man standing in the way. A very tall and incredibly handsome hunk who has a strong build with defined muscles. His short dark-blue hair is sexily wet and disheveled, normally messy slicked back leaving a few strands of his hair that slightly cover his thick eyebrows and a glowing, piercing pair of foxy emerald-green eyes. He carried an imperious nose. With eyes as bright and spellbinding as lode stars, they bewitched all those who fell under his steady gaze.
The man stands out from the place because of his cold, mysterious yet beautiful appearance. Mort strode in the place oozing dark auras around him that men employees were shrinking back on their feet. Men look at him with terror and fear. They dare not to look at the maiden anymore.
The smiles they had earlier are now replaced by fear. Their Boss was like a Demon God spreading evil and darkness all around accompanied by an angel, glistened in white.
A horde of female employees gathers in the same place, while simply eyeing, squealing inside while looking at their hot Boss and gossiping about her.
Chatters began to linger in the place ...
"Who is she?", a tall, model-like woman asked.
"I've seen her the whole day around with Boss Aslanov. Where is Sir Klauss?", the petite lady seconded.
"I thought our Boss was allergic to women?", a woman with heavy makeup on asked while putting a maroon lipstick.
"Well, I thought he was gay." The other lady said.
"Is she really a woman? Are you sure she isn't a transgender or something?" Another employee cast a scrutinizing look at the maiden.
"I heard she was Boss Aslanov's acting secretary, as Boss ordered Sir Klauss to do something." A nerdy lady answered while holding a pile of financial documents.
"Then why her?"
"Is she a temporary secretary or permanent?"
They spoke in a whisper. That juicy tattle from the female employees on the left side of the hallway wasn't loud enough but with her keen hearing, Sumire heard them loud and clear. They simply stared at her, scrutinizing her best assets from the head down to toe, which Sumire could not help but raised an eyebrow at them.
While on the right side of the hallway are the handsome male employees, eyeing the maiden while secretly talking about her. They can't help but turn their heads on her. Well, she was a head turner!
"She looks like a female celebrity I know. What is her name again?" Said a handsome man who try allured Sumire with his pair of a dimpled smiles and gave a sultry gaze at the maiden.
"I think her name is Sumire." Another man answered in a beguiling voice.
"Oh, right! She was a Massoullève! Is that really her? Damn! She's a goddess!"
Her lips raised into a smirk. 'What a pleasing word to hear...' Sumire looked in their direction and they all smiled at her and waved their hands. Yes, indeed, this lovely maiden had the most appealing form ever they gazed upon. She is the beau ideal of all the men. She has it all!
But that inviting and seductive smile quickly vanished and eyes clouded in fear when Mort darkly eyed the male employees with a hint of threat. Brows deeply knitted into a frown.
"Come on! Hurry! Hurry!" They all quickly fled away. Well, Mort strikes fears in their hearts and minds, put them into their rightful places.
From those breeze of whispers, Sumire felt great satisfaction when she heard a hint of jealousy and disappointment from the female employees, but smiles when she hears nice compliments from the men. 'Too bad they quickly fled away.'
As they strode forward, another peer bowed after them.
"Who is she? This is the first time I've seen her but I'm not gonna lie. They look good together!"
"Yes, I agree. They're a match made in heaven and hell."
"Yeah. They both absolutely look perfect! That maiden has a face of an angel and is gorgeously hot while Boss was handsomely dark and cold. Aren't they a perfect pair?"
Sumire seemed to be floating in the air in beatitude when she heard those flattering words. Her face flustered in red. She was on cloud nine!
'That's right! Keep praising me ... praise me more!', Sumire said in her mind while her eyes closed in bliss, and smiled in satisfaction. Her heart deeply fluttered. She had a drastic increase in praise.
"She's like a pure white satin with no traces of stain. And him, the Boss was a stain you wouldn't dare to mend." Metaphorically said by another lady employee who made Sumire gasp in astonishment.
'Oh, god! That was intense,' Sumire once held her chest dramatically, wet lips were parted, and nodded to the employees one after another in agreement. "That's right, that's right." She murmured to herself. Head help up high and shone a beaming smile at them.
The blissful smirk never fades!
Mort, on the other hand, who was tailing behind her, standing menacingly tall have seen her expression frequently changing every ticking second, just chuckled inside his mind but his demeanor remained stoic and cold. She was looking so lovely yet funny.
‘If Klauss and I meet, I’ll treat him to dinner. Ayt! no, no, that's not enough. I will just give him a lifetime supply of high-class quality disinfectants. If he also wished, I will grant him a chemical company that manufactured medical alcohol. I will thank him for giving me this rare opportunity. It is now I confirmed, that Engr. Aslanov is one hundred percent straight-man.' She giggled on her mind and the delightedness lingered on her face, grinning from ear to ear.
"I have the first-hand evidence by observing him all day. And he is indeed not interested in men." Sumire declared and murmured under her breath. She did not realize that they arrived in the parking lot, the basement of the MDA building. Darkness began to reign the place outside.
She was also unaware of a handsome man standing in front of her, carrying a bouquet of lovely flowers. The stranger had a military haircut and bristly eyebrows. He had manly peppered stubbles. The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. He was wearing a fitted raven shirt revealing his muscled arms.
The maiden stopped at her feet so as Mort, the handsome hunk who walked behind her.
Her eyes were drawn to the flowers, blooming beautifully. Sumire flashed a bedazzling smile. It was not foreign to her that men traveled across seven seas and a hundred miles away from their home just to hand her a bouquet of flowers and see her beauty.
"For you."
A soft hoarse whisper of the stranger in front of her as he reached for the flower which was gladly accepted by the maiden without knowing those were grave flowers.
"Thank you."
Sumire modestly and sincerely said and was about to accept the bouquet when the handsome stranger swerve the flowers to her side, leaving the maiden's hand in the air and puzzled. 'Eh? what just happened?'
The maiden wanted the cold floor to swallow her wholly. The assumption that the flowers would be given to her gives intense shame she felt and now engulfed her. But what shocked Sumire the most and took her breath away was when she saw in her peripheral vision, Mort accepted the flower who was standing behind her.
Sumire let out a sharp gasp, dramatically turned, and looked up at Mort. Both eyes stared at the man in bewilderment and lips were now parted big. She can't believe what she is seeing!
Mort smelled the fragrance of the flowers.
"Oh, I'm surprised there wasn't a poison in it," Mort said while looking at the stranger with a huge grin painted on his lips.
Much to her astonishment, she gaped. Sumire wanted to scream in despair! She wanted to express her devastation and disbelief. Her lips pursed into a thin line. All the observations she did earlier, the evidence she has been now burned to ashes and gone right before her eyes!
"Damn, he's gay."