Outside of his off-Hargrave suit and glasses, Reginald appeared to be made up of equal parts of coldness and discipline.
Instead of answering Miriam's question he took the black gold ring from his finger and threw it across the swimming pool. "Fetch!" The same old unbearable command.
"Me?" said Reginald in a disgusted voice.
"Mr. Deveraux, did I somehow upset you?" "If I've done something bad, I'm sorry," Miriam asked, her voice shaking.
"Will you, or will you not, subscribe to the only conditions on which I will consent to give you the letter?—is what I have written to Mr. Smith. He writes of it, I know."
"'Tis I myself," said Reginald: "I will read to you his two letters if you please; but who are your othe correspondent?"
Miriam very much wanted to say something, but she was worried about being fired. So she got out of her work shoes and put them aside so that she could reach into the pool after it.
The water was freezing, and the moment Miriam stepped into it, her teeth began to chatter.
The pool's water was frigid for early winter, wind or no.
Miriam shook but willed herself still and ducked her head under the water to search for his ring. Reginald saw this and a smug smile appeared on his lips as he lay reclined.
To find such a small item in such a large pool of water was like looking for a needle in the haystack. Miriam gave her a tight hug as she trembled badly. It took her over thirty minutes to finally see the ring.
Frantically she dove underneath to get it. She was completely drenched by the time she managed to stand again.
"I found it!" she said happily, throwing her long hair back and brushing the moisture from her cheeks.
The sun stared a burning eye down the ring at her, and smiled.
Reginald beckoned her with one finger, and his mouth carved out a cold little smile.
Miriam, with alacrity, left the water and gave him back his ring. The ring is yours, Mr. Deveraux!
When he looked at her she felt a wolf-like desire enter his gaze.
Miriam was beautiful; she could afford to forget make-up; the loveliness of her nature and her unsmoothed beauty, would have made up for it.
Her black skirt advertised itself when it clung to her, advertized the delightful roundness of her bum, and she looked hot as usual in the noon sun. She seemed actually wet.
Deveraux, Mister," Miriam didn't see Reginald's face change as she was still shivering alrighting then.
Reginald looked away and removed her ring from his finger. He then took his time walking away from her as he issued one simple command. "Fix the water, clean yourself up, then leave."
A low threatening growl of fury rumbled deep in her chest as she allowed him to retreat.
What in hell does the Devil want?
I mean, he threw his ring in on purpose and then made me save it all?
I don't understand, I thought that he was a sweet person.
Miriam shivered in her clothes and dusty-sneezed within the first thing l o n g hour.
But she simply had to go over to it, since there was nothing for it but washing out and swilling out.
Afterwards, she ran all the way down to the first floor and quickly put on a robe that she had left on one of the chairs.
She sneezed in the elevator and water dripped from her. She wanted to get to the locker room as fast as possible so that her clothes could dry.
Unfortunately, she saw Nigel just before the doors of the elevator opened. Nigel had a paper in his hand and was waiting for the elevator. His eyes lit up when he saw that Miriam looked like she'd just come out of the shower. "So what's in this joint?"
Not paying attention, Miriam headed for the bathroom.
Nigel, though, dutifully tagged along.
The restroom in the locker room was tiny and hardly ever used. Nigel came stomping in, even going so far as to close the door behind him, right as Miriam was about to close it also.
"How the hell are you doing this?" screamed Miriam alarmingly.
"All right, Miriam! All right." "I never knew you had it in you to be so ambitious," Nigel laughed at her as he looked down at her bathing suit. I think you have even made Mr. Deveraux your victim!"
Miriam was stunned.
'You've got on Mr. Deveraux's bathrobe and you've just come down from level 68. Don't try to tell me you didn't go up there to lure Mr. Deveraux; you certainly look like a sexually free female of the liberated sixties!' Nigel's eyes raked Miriam, glowing with lust."
I think you should quit. You're way out of your depth, Mr Deveraux. He's never going to settle for a secondhand plaything like you."
"You're crazy!" Miriam wasn't into arguing with an idiot. "Just go!"
Your just a used toy when Gareth gets fed up of using. Stop being so fu*king nice !!
You can't catch Mr. Deveraux, so why don't you come to me instead, huh? I already make one million dollars a year as an upper management employee of Evergreen Enterprises. You do me the honour of being my favourite!"I find you repulsive." Miriam scowled at him. "I'll like it loud and clear if you come one step nearer."
"Fine with me." Nigel laughed and took another step forward.
"Aren't you aware isn't it that we are right now outside business hours? We are the only two persons on this floor13th level, everybody else having gone home many hours ago. There is positively no possible way for you to stop me physically if I decide to have you right now!
And with that he back-flipped over Miriam, removing his shirt in one fluid motion."
"Leave me alone!"
Miriam screamed and used her hand to wave off Nigel's approach.
Nigel was about to rip the train of her but he kept her pinned to the basin.
Then she heard her mobile ringing in her pocket.
The locker room door was kicked open with a loud crash, immediately followed by another.
Nigel got hoofed next, he flew the length of the room and struck the wall before collapsing.
" Ohh..." He screamed and his hand gripped his stomach, feeling a sudden pain.