In a sleek black suit clung a woman with dead straight hair, tied low in a ponytail, her lips painted in bold red, teasingly full. She strode confidently across the dark, polished floor, each step emitting an elegant clanking sound as if her heels were flirting with the ground. She hugged a dark leather file against her chest, enhancing her feminine curves.
Outside the heavy wooden door, she paused, her hand lifted to knock three times before she trailed her long, slender fingers across the doorknob. The guards stole glances at the woman and found themselves blushing. As she twisted the doorknob and opened the door, she walked into the Chairman's office, down a few steps that led to an enormous table at the center of the room.
Behind the table sat a man with a face that seemed to defy age, irresistible to any woman who gazed upon him. The word "silver fox" was tailor-made for him. He wore a navy blue waistcoat over a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that revealed bulging veins. His hair was a greying white, as if threads of silver were carefully placed on his head. The woman walked up to his side, clearing her throat to catch his attention, and she succeeded as the man, Asher, turned his head towards her.
Asher's eyes narrowed, and a sneaky smile appeared on his lips as he reached out his hand to take the file from Cleo, his secretary. In a husky voice that oozed seduction, he asked, "What is it, Cleo? You don't seem to be in a very good mood." His eyes had a flirty, almost predatory look that made Cleo bite the inside of her cheek, suppressing a sigh.
"Cleo," she said, annoyed, "Azalea's secretary said that she wanted to book a private meeting with you."
"Hah!" he chuckled, letting go of the file and pulling Cleo towards him. He seated her on his lap and held the back of her neck, giving her a seductive look. "So? Is that why you're in such a bad mood?" he asked, his eyes lingering on her lips.
Cleo bit her lip, turned her head around, and threw a fit, but Asher pinched her chin and held her face close to his as he breathed onto her lips. "You shouldn't bite your lips. Let me do it for you," he whispered, lifting her chin and pulling her waist even closer, making their bodies touch. He pecked her on the corner of her lips, teasing her. Cleo gulped, feeling weak in her body as the heat from his touch made her feel something she had never felt before. Her hands were now pressed against his chest, ready to unbutton his shirt, and Asher didn't seem even slightly reluctant to her advances. One by one, she opened the buttons until his waistcoat was put aside, and his shirt was no longer covering his bare, muscular chest.
Asher scooped her up and sat her on the table, brushing off all the files in their way, causing loud thudding sounds as the glass decorative objects crashed to the floor, but they didn't care. "Let me make you happy. After all, it's the job of a boss to keep his employees happy," he whispered into her ear, and Cleo melted.
Outside the doors, the guards sucked in their breath, keeping their gaze straight as they heard the soft moans emanating from the office through the crack in the door.
After about fifteen minutes, the sound of someone walking out of the door was heard, followed by the door being pushed open by Asher. With one hand, he wiped the red pigment of the lipstick off his lips that had smudged over him, while with the other hand he pushed the door open. As he wiped the corner of his lip with his thumb, he stopped and spoke to the guards.
"Tell Cleo to book a private suite for the meeting when she comes out. Let her take her time in there." A devious smile crept up his lips as he whispered in a low tone. The guards nodded, holding their heads low.
It was past midnight when Ray emerged from the room. He found Azalea sitting outside on a bench, her head cupped in her palms.
"Boss!" he said in a low voice, and Azalea lifted her head. It seemed like she had been asleep.
"Hmm?" she hummed.
"Why don't you go home? I will stay here. You have a meeting tomorrow, so you should get some proper rest."
Azalea looked around the corridor with sleepy eyes and then looked back at Ray. "I think I will be okay. Just get me something to drink." She rubbed her eyes sleepily, her eyes barely staying open. Ray nodded and walked away quickly.
As sleep soon clouded Azalea's head, she fell asleep while sitting again. Her body was balanced in a straight position, and a soft blow of wind could tumble her off the bench where she was sleeping. She was a defenseless woman, in pure white, sitting in a quiet hallway.
Out of nowhere, a figure emerged from within one of the doors of the corridor. He was a tall man with a serious face. Leaning his body towards the door, he quietly closed the door behind him, as if trying not to disturb the person inside the room. When he finally did so, he relaxed his muscles and massaged his neck with one hand before slowly lifting his phone to his ear.
"What is it? You almost woke up my mother," he said, his tone and face changing to an annoyed one in an instant.
"I forgot to tell you about your signing event at the Grandeur Hotel at two. The CEO wanted me to make sure that you were attending," Cooper's meek voice shook as he stated that.
Orion rolled his eyes and contemplated the moment when he had hired Cooper as his manager. "If you keep on missing important information like that, I might have to fire you, you darn idiot!" he growled, shaking Cooper across the phone.
Orion mindlessly stopped his foot, not noticing a foot on the floor that he stepped on in the process. The sudden presence of a bump on the flat floor caused Orion to frown deeply and turn around in an instant to see whom he had stepped over or failed to see. It was a person in a white dress with pale skin, almost camouflaging into the white paint on the wall. She had a frown on her face because she must have been in pain when he stepped on her, but she didn't wake up. Instead, her body lost balance, and she proceeded to fall. Guilt rushed across his chest as he leaned over and caught her before she tumbled over, letting her face fall into his palm. As her soft cheeks touched his skin, his eyes widened, and a surge of electricity ran through his body.
"Hello?" Cooper's voice on the phone helped Orion gather his thoughts. With a sharp exhale, Orion shook his head as if trying to clear his mind. He put the phone back to his ear and spoke, "This is the last warning." After ending the call, he pocketed his phone and glanced down at the woman's foot he had accidentally stepped on. He noticed bruises and blisters on her ankle and fingers, most likely from the heels she wore before. The slippers she wore now were thin, so his tough boots must have caused her a lot of pain. Surprisingly, she didn't wake up despite the discomfort. He couldn't help but wonder if she was even alive. He checked for her breath and was relieved when he found her breathing steadily.
Orion bit the inside of his cheek and cringed at the thought of leaving her there. He looked around, hoping to find someone to help him, but no one was in sight. He stood awkwardly beside the sleeping woman, still holding her face in his hand. "I would have been long gone if I didn't step on you," he muttered to himself. He then took a seat beside her and gently rested her head on his shoulder. Holding her head like this for so long made his arm ache, but he didn't want to disturb her peaceful slumber.
As he sat there, he couldn't help but notice how soft and delicate she looked, with her pale skin and rosy cheeks. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves, and he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through it. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, realizing how inappropriate it was to touch a sleeping stranger. "I charge a fortune to shoot a scene with this much intimacy. I hope you know that," he grumbled, trying to shake off the strange feelings that had taken hold of him.