SERVES HIM RIGHT
Sharing a space with Anne was making Richmond lose his mind, almost, even though she was in her position in the hallway. He couldn't pick-point what made her scent so special and exceedingly tempting, he had never met anyone with so great a scent like Anne and it was pure torture.
Richmond rubbed his hands across his eyes, his face stoic, "You should have just fired her or sent her back to the previous branch, this is pure torture, my nose is becoming too sensitive nowadays," he murmured, clutching his hands tightly.
He couldn't concentrate on the pile of documents resting on his table, his mind was disrupted, "maybe she is sitting on her chair less concerned, while I am here, clearly losing my mind, good one Richmond,"
He stood abruptly, arranging the documents into his bag, he couldn't bear to stay another moment in the office with her scent lingering everywhere, he needed to go out to clear his thoughts.
Closing the door behind him, her scent was very potent in the hallways, he sighed, frustrated with himself, Anne was sitting down in the seat reserved for a secretary, Dawson crouched beside her, their eyes focused, peering into the computer screen as he lectured her.
Richmond watched as Dawson said something funny to her and she laughed, they appeared comfortable with each other oblivious to the person watching them from behind, "I guess you can't be a good secretary, I was standing, waiting to see if you would be able to notice me but you didn't," he said, disapproval was evident in his voice.
Anne, being startled, rose so suddenly, her head mistakenly hitting Dawson on the nose, her eyes widened in realization at her mistake as Dawson cried out in pain, clutching his nose with his hands, blood came rushing down from his injured nose, "I am so sorry," she said, her face showing remorse.
"Serves him right, the fool," his wolf said happily, leaping in joy as he watched the man holding his nose in pain.
But the joy did not last for long, Anne brought out a clean handkerchief from her purse, motioning Dawson to sit on her chair, bent over him, she was attending to him, carefully wiping the blood from the nose.
"The weak idiot," Richmond cursed beneath his breath, he walked to the elevator, muttering and insulting Dawson for being as weak as a child.
"What a crazy person, he couldn't even apologize for interrupting my lesson, poor Dawson," she said in her mind, Watching him walk away.
Richmond left the office building, his face stoic as usual, his workers were watching him, wondering what made him leave the office so early.
They know him as someone who hardly leaves the office, he is a well-known workaholic, and sometimes, he is the first person to enter the office building and always the last to leave. He is always available in the office, only when he travels for a business deal or to visit other branches to see how things are running over there, hence their surprise when they saw Richmond leaving the office so suddenly.
Resting peacefully in the parking lot, the latest forge car, dark yellow. He looked around for his driver but he wasn't around, he dialed the number of his driver, his phone was ringing but he wasn't picking up, he wasn't with the car key, He hated when people were incompetent.
Since the car was voice-activated, he didn't need the car key to access the car, "Turn on fingerprint mode," he said to the car. The car hearing its owner's voice, responded likewise, "Fingerprint mode activated," he pressed his middle finger on the car handle, and his fingerprint was scanned by the AI program, "you may enter," the door opening on its own accord.
He entered the car and drove off, still angry with the driver.
He opened the windows, enjoying the air touching his beautiful skin, his mind cooling as the wind caressed his hair, brushing his hair with its little finger.
He was finally cooling down until he heard a scream, it sounded like a woman's voice, he ignored it and kept on driving, I can ignore it if I choose after all, it's not my business, he thought but the scream didn't stop, it was an agonizing scream, increasing in volume and pain.
"Stupid ears," he muttered as he turned the car around, following the sound, it led him to a cemetery, very far away from the main road.
Then it stopped.
He got out of his car and entered the cemetery ground, it reminded him of the day, he lost his mom and sister to the cold arms of death, and he tried to brush the memory aside.
It was silent, a needle falling could make a noise, and the area was empty apart from some leaves appearing and disappearing as the wind blew on them.
He heard the noise again, this time louder than it was before, hurting his sensitive ears, he brought his hands to his ears and tightly pressed them against each other.
He followed the scream, it took him deeper into the cemetery, he stopped at the mouth of a bushy area, Richmond had never had the opportunity to enter a cemetery before, his mother and his sister were buried in the lands of their pack as tradition demands, she was the Luna and was expected to be buried on the land where her beloved pack resided.
The scream continued, "It's now or never," he bravely entered the woods, tall trees with an abundance mass of leaves on them covered the entire area.
His nose twitched as the smell of blood hit his nose. A young woman with dark hair, who appeared to be in her twenties sprawled on the floor, her hair stained with dirt, her clothes torn, her face swollen with numerous marks on her face, and her right hand ripped from her body, blood pouring from the wound, luckily she was still breathing but was moaning in pain.
He had to take her to the hospital immediately, she was losing so much blood, he rushed to take her in his arms but he paused as his ears picked up a sound, rustling from the bush behind him.
"Well! Well! well! Look who we have here, if it isn't Richmond Ashvery in the flesh" a male voice sneered at him from behind.
Richmond turned to the direction of the voice, he wasn't familiar with the face of the man, his expression filled with hatred.