The Dragon Lady

The Battle Begins

I stood beside Merrylia in her office, wearing the tuxedo she gave me. The small desk she had inside the room was replaced by a huge square one. Jackson and his men surrounded the table, their faces grim. In the table lay weapons from small knives to guns. The gadget we're going to  use was strategically placed that they were hidden but put into full use.

"Tonight, the biggest business moguls will be gathered in one of the most luxurious buildings in this country. This kind of place has great security, the whole place is surrounded by Mr. Wilfred's men. If one of these bastards decides to take their chance and lunge at me, it would be hard to fight back without causing a ruckus. This is why I told you to get some of your men to disguise as one of the staff." Merrylia spoke to her men in a cold voice but her eyes contradicted it. Her eyes were blazing with raging fires and the coldness in the atmosphere wasn't able to cool it down. My eyes shifted in the room and landed on the men wearing a waiter's uniform.

"Your job is not just to protect me. I need you to explore the place. He messed with one of my deals, it's not impossible for him to do it again. Especially now that most of my prospective business partners are coming too."

She adjusted the red dress she was wearing and looked around.

"All of you, get ready."

As soon as she said that, men moved everywhere and took the weapons of their liking. I was about to pick one for myself, knowing my fists are not enough to protect her when Merrylia handed me a gun.

"Ma'am?"

"Take it. It's is a high-powered gun but it won't take much space, considering how tight the tuxedo is on you. I just didn't expect to have that much muscle under your-" suddenly her voice faded. Her cheeks reddened and she turned away, coughing lightly. Heat flooded my cheeks and I pursed my lips, trying to stop the smile working its way to my face. This was not the first time I received a compliment, but a compliment coming from her made me ecstatic. In an instant I was no longer envious of Jackson's built. I gained muscles when I entered the military. Part of me was motivated because I did it so I can protect my sister Qeira from her lecherous suitors who can't keep their hands where it should be. Suffice it to say, I was able to give a reasonable number of men a lesson.

"Alright, as you say Ma'am." I took the gun and hid it under my suit, tucking it safely on my belt. She straightened herself and her face was impassive once again.

"Are you all done?" She said, her voice slightly higher than usual. Jackson nodded and so did the others.

"Then let's go." A few minutes later we were already on the road to the Wilfred Enterprises. The car screeched into a halt in front of the red carpet leading to the entrance. Journalists surrounded each side of the walkway and cameras flashed continuously, making me a little dizzy. Shielding my eyes, I slowly opened the door and stepped out. I offered my hand to Merrylia as she climbed out of the car. She accepted my hand and held to my arm as she slowly stood upright. She raised her chin higher, letting the cameras get a full view of her face then she flashed a smile. A very beautiful and fake one. She simply bared her teeth, which the people around us took as a smile. That's it, the game starts now.

We walked slowly to the entrance and shocked gasps all around us were heard. That's when I noticed it. The dress she's wearing startled the media. It's a sexy red that complimented her smooth olive skin. The slits on the sides flaunted her long unblemished legs and the plunging neckline that was not all too revealing was enough to make a man's imagination go wild. But not me. All I wanted to do was cover her with my coat and hide her from the perverted looks sent her way. She looked ravishing, oozing with confidence and class. She was gorgeous but her aura made it clear that she isn't the kind of girl you can mess with. The smile on her face wavered and the men lowered their eyes.

As we entered the hall, many of the guests turned to us with their eyes wide. Some tried to meet her gaze only to look away when they couldn't handle the gravity f her eyes. With her in the room, other women seemed to disappear. All eyes was on her that would later stray to her hand that held my arm. She ushered me slightly towards the table near the center and whispered,

"We're going to Mr. Wilfred's table." I nodded and held her hand on my arms as we reach the table.

"Good evening, Mr. Wilfred." Merrylia greeted Mr. Wilfred with a sweet smile on her face.

"Ms. Desilvia! I am truly honoured by your presence here. I wasn't really expecting you to accept the invitation." A short man in his mid-thirties stood up with a cocky smirk on his face. This must be Mr. Wilfred. Merrylia's smile widened, similar to wolf's grin.

"You flatter me, Mr. Wilfred. It would be a pity to miss this kind of event."

"Ah, Ms. Desilvia, you are truly a lady. I wonder how you managed to survive this long." Mr. Wilfred looked at Merrylia with wonder and suspiciousness. He was wearing a self-satisfied smirk.

"I merely went with the flow, Mr. Wilfred. But I'll admit, it's hard to blend in with power-hungry jackals when your a big bad wolf." The smirk on Mr. Wilfred's face froze. His eyes glinted but he recomposed himself.

"What about this gentleman? Is he your escort tonight? I never thought you had it in you." He said, trying his best to insult Merrylia.

"Oh no, Mr. Wilfred. I just knew that this night would be memorable and I need someone to write it down in details. By the way Mr. Wilfred, this is Mr. Qalif Loward." I offered my hand to him, careful not to accidentally crush his fingers.

"I'm Mr. Wilfred Freyer, I am very delighted to meet you." He said, making it clear that he does not mean it.

"So am I, Mr. Wilfred. So am I..."

Because now that I know your face, it won't be hard for me to take you down.