In a club…
It was a Friday night, and the club was full of many people. The nightlife buzzed with energy. The loud bass music blasts on, and it seems like everyone is here to cool off from the day's troubles.
At the other end of the exclusive VIP room in the club, a man dressed in a black tailored suit sat alone. He was not alone; lots of ladies were there, swaying their hips and riding him, yet he seemed uninterested. His dangerous icy blue eyes roamed around the room, like one sizing up his prey.
At some points, the ladies were pushed away by the dangerous aura emanating from him but still yet, they came back again and continued from where they stopped with riding him. He allowed them their moment of affection as their hands roamed around his lean body, down to his torso before he stopped them.
As he continued to sip his Scotch and took a drag of the Cigar, which was held loosely between his two fingers in a relaxed manner, the door opened, and a tall man dressed in a black suit and black sunglasses walked in and stopped a few feet from the sofa. His aura also exuded danger just like the man earlier.
"Boss, we have news," he announced, waiting for his boss to give him the go-ahead permission to speak.
Slowly, the boss turned his gaze to the man and blew out a stream of smoke in the air. He waved his hands and all the ladies went out. "Go on, Talbot. What's the news?" he asked, his voice expectant and demanding.
"Just as you planned, she was not able to get into any of the companies. However, she landed a job with the A.R. Corporation. She was assigned to work as a designer, though she's yet to start," Talbot announced, his eyes never leaving the face of the man. He watched as different emotions flashed in his eyes before he spoke, a glint in his eyes.
"That makes the game more fun. I can as well use her to get what I want without getting involved," he chuckled wickedly and dragged the Cigar, exhaling it in the direction of Talbot, his wicked amusement lingering in the air.
"What about him? Alexander Ross?" he asked slowly. His voice did not betray the level of hatred he had towards Alexander. The more he remembered how Alexander had him thrown into prison, the more the resentment and hatred he had towards him grew.
"He is doing quite well lately. Within the past few years, he had occupied almost every branch of business in Country D and had entered the global market…" Talbot was rambling on when he felt a chill down his spine, he looked up and saw the dangerous look his boss was giving him. He swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry boss. Pardon my mistake." He apologized and slightly bowed.
He hesitated before he continued. "He has been somewhat distracted lately. Sources inside his company suggested that he is occupied with a new venture. Soon, he will make a big announcement in the economic market. This might be a big opportunity for us to strike," he suggested, mentally patting himself for getting first-hand information on Alexander and A.R Corporation.
The man in the dark corner chuckled again. Dangerously.
"You're so foolish, Talbot. This is not the time to strike. Who told you Alexander is not aware of my return? Don't underestimate Alexander Ross. Unless we strike, he won't make a move. Wait until we find a perfect opportunity. For now, Keep an eye on Isabel, and don't forget to get me every information on Alexander Ross," he ordered. His voice was low and dangerous, causing Talbot to swallow hard again.
"Get the car ready. I want to leave here," The man said, then waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. Talbot nodded and bowed, then turned and left the room without saying a word, closing the door behind him.
When left alone, the man let out a chilling cackle. "I know how powerful you have become, but it's just a matter of time; you will fall, and I will be there to pick up your pieces. I, Lucien Wolfe, will be your end, Alexander Ross," Lucien Wolfe declared and took a drag of his Cigar.
…
The night deepened as Isabel sat in front of the computer's screen. Her mind was racing with questions as she tapped on the keyboard. Just as she had said, she was researching more on the A.R. Corporation, trying to know more about the company that bought her family's business. She clicked on an image and slumped back in her chair. Damn, it's so hard to find anything solid about the company. Almost all the blogs are saying the same thing: How mysterious the President of the Corporation was. But, what was she even searching for? Her eyes flicked back to the image and her eyes widened after a moment. She sat up and zoomed the image. His name is Alexander Ross, that's the first cue she has gotten. His name.
In a moment, she opened a new search tab and typed the name. A few moments later, the results popped up, but they were scarce. There was a picture of him from behind at an event and another image at the company's dinner. She sighed out of frustration and slumped back in her seat.
"How can there be so little information on the President of the largest corporation in the country?" she asked no one in particular, frustration evident in her voice.
Ava, who had been lying on the bed, pressing her phone, stood up and leaned in, her eyes narrowed as she also studied the images on the screen. "These even look like old images of him. They are blurry," she said and Isabel nodded in affirmative. "Well, I heard that everything about him is mysterious. Only the elite of elites get to see him. You might not even recognize him when you meet him," she continued.
"He doesn't make any public appearances and when he does, his pictures are not taken. The company that posted these images years ago went bankrupt and closed." Ava reported.
"Why?" Isabel asked.
"It could be the handwork of your ruthless President. So I heard. But no one can say what happened to date." Ava said, shrugging.
Ava, seeing how blue Isabel became, tried to lighten the mood, "Look, he's just the President of the Corporation and I don't think there is any reason why your road will cross with his, hmm. You're just a designer and he has so many businesses under him. What makes you think he'd be that interested in Golden Couture or you? Anyway, I think we should just go to bed," she said, jumping back to bed. Soon, she drifted off, leaving Isabel in her thoughts.
Isabel spent the next few hours or so in front of the screen, digging deeper and deeper into the life of the mysterious President of the A.R. Corporation. But no matter how much she searched, or how many sites she visited, she ended up being disappointed.
Frustrated and exhausted, she finally turned off the computer and dragged herself to the bed. Her eyes closed and before she knew it, she fell asleep, too.