His office
The building stood out looking magnificent, it was a skyscraper and she wondered how many floors it contained.
Maybe 40 to 50 floors, she thought.
She walked to go inside when she suddenly stiffened.
Was she ready for this, she thought.
She took a deep breath and moved forward,
‘It was too late to turn back’.
The door automatically opened for her and she entered into the office.
She shivered, the air inside was much colder than outside.
She quietly rubbed her palms as she walked up to the receptionist.
‘Good afternoon, I need to see Mr. Axl ‘ she said politely.
“Do you have an appointment with him” the receptionist asked. She was petite with a short brown hair and looked quite older than Cindy, maybe in her late 30’s .
“No I don’t” she answered.
“Am sorry Miss you can’t see him” She explained without her eyes leaving the system in front of her.
Cindy scowled, she already expected this and was ready for it. The information Rhea gave her explained Axl’s office was on the 24th floor.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
She didn’t need anyone’s help at all, she thought as she quietly moved to the elevator.
She tapped on the elevator keypad as she waited patiently while her heart raced in fear of bring caught.
Luck was on her side as the elevator door opened and she entered without the receptionist seeing her, her eyes were still fixed to the computer system.
Moving up to the 24th floor took like forever, it looked like she was actually moving from one floor to another.
She waited patiently as the lift opened to a small walk way large enough to contain 5 to 8 persons walking at the same time , at the end of the walk way was a door which she assumed to be his office.
She knocked lightly for some seconds and then hardly but it was of no use because she couldn’t hear any response.
She breathed hard as she turned the door knob slowly to open it, it wasn’t locked , so she entered.
If there was a description for wealth and magnification, it will surely be his office .
As she entered , the air was much colder than the ground floor.
Are they all cold- blooded? She asked herself as she admired the environment.
His office was too large to be for one person she looked round as everything was all in black, From the table to the chairs and finally to the bookshelf , all were all painted black except the floor decorations which were of different colors and designs.
The black corner desk with metal legs, a high-back leather chair, and a laser and ink jet printer on tables on the opposite wall, the book shelves were too large and could contain all the science books in a school library.
From where she stood , she had a view of the southern pine forest , she looked left and saw a leather sofa with a fur rug over the back and an Indian blanket draped over the arm, it looked very inviting and tempting. At the far end there was a Mantle which contained an antique clock and a painting of three jazz musicians, looked like he was a jazz fan.
There was also a HD television on another shelf which contained papper works. The shelf was next to an upright piano and bench painted in dark walnut. Hanging on the wall above the piano was a painting of a woman who Cindy could not recognize.
The desk is a Lovely mahogany desk which looked rather imposing, with glass over the top and the chair was made in captain style on wheels with leather seat and back.
To the left behind him was another bookshelf atop a matching file cabinet and finally to match the beauty of the office and furniture was the rug which was sea green, just like the color of the oceans.
The room was quiet and she guessed it was sound proof too.
No wonder he didn’t hear her knock, she thought.
She stood there day dreaming and was brought back to reality when she heard the second cough from the man who was inside the office.
She looked closely and discovered it was,
“Mr. Axl”.
” Can I help you miss?” He asked peering at her .
“Er…, I don’t really know” she stammered, but why was she stammering, she was standing face to face with the same guy who assaulted her.
She looked closely at him and discovered the pictures she got from Mr. Damien was exactly how he looked .
She gazed at him for some minutes as he sat down using the computer system as he occasionally glanced at her, he was a god of his own and was handsome but not compared to Mr. Damien or maybe her anger didn’t let her realize that.
” Please sit down” he said.
She thought for seconds before deciding to sit, as she sat , the chair was so comfortable that she leaned back and cranked her neck hard over, only to discover she could see the sky from the office window although the windows were closed it looked so real, just like she was actually seeing the sky from a HD television, the sky was delft-blue and cloudless.
She looked at him again and thought of him to be a male model adored by crescent-of-moon eyebrows which were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw, With eyes as bright and spellbinding as lode stars darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigour of youth. They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. He looked gentle and his sonorous, rumbling voice complemented his Handsomeness.
” You still haven’t told me what your doing here?” He asked without removing his eyes from the system.
She thought of an answer as she looked around, to observe if there were cameras, she found four at the four corners of the ceiling.
She had to make the move now, she thought.
WARNING!!!!
The next chapter contains scenes not advisable for younger readers.