BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

35. I CAN DO THIS

It was obvious I was in the big leagues at that point, but nothing stunned me really. My father had been a billionaire, so I knew rich, I grew rich and I breathe rich. Everything was marble and sparkly. It screamed money, money to scare off those who thought they were not good enough to be there and also make the rich feel richer.

I was sure I stuck out like a sore thumb, not belonging in those halls.

Two females stood to greet us as we stepped out of the elevator. Eyes took both Ajax and I up and down. Surely they decided that Ajax was probably the important one and I was his assistant or something.

I did not correct them, following as they led the way, dotting on the poor man who looked back at me nervously, but I kept my straight face and kept walking.

I don’t know why I did not step up, but keeping a low profile was good for me.

We were led to large mahogany doors with gold handles that looked as if they were made by God himself.

The doors were opened, knowing it was the final destination.

Ajax walked in to step aside and I could see the ladies still being confused about who was who. They stood besides him and I walked further in.

I think my two iPads also did not help their confusion at all.

The door was closed behind us and Ajax at that point, was standing at the back so that I could take the lead.

My eyes ran through the room and there was so much security it had me internally chuckle, as I stared at all of the bulky men standing at each corner of the room. Their eyes were staring all over, ready for any attack, hands just above their weapons, ready to pull and shoot. My eyes shifted from them to the men that sat around the large glass marble table. All the chairs were large and sure from the most expensive leather. There were five ladies scattered around the room in black uniforms, ready to serve the men in anything they needed.

All the chairs around the table were filled except for one.

Then there were chairs just a bit further from the table where I guess assistants sat. My eyes had got that in seconds. My feet moved, walking on to a chair with heads not even staring up, the men going on with their presentation. I walked to take a seat at a chair directly behind the empty chair around the table. My legs crossed, placing my gadgets on the vacant chair next to mine.

Ajax stood, analyzing the situation before he walked on to the empty chair around the table. He pulled it back then took a seat. Heads at that point picked up to stare at the new member sitting at the table where only the richest in the world probably sat, or maybe their representatives. I was not sure.

My hand unlocked my gadget.

Masha: Take notes.

I texted Ajax to unlock the second gadget and began recording what was being said. I set it down again, going to my documents where I just searched for global Anxt Inc and an eight hundred page document sat at the top of the results. My second gadget was brought up, opening notes while it was still recording. I jumped to the board of directors, the document having pictures of each which I was thankful for because, at that point, I could see who was who. I knew who had more power, how decisions were made. I then paged until I saw a yearly timetable which set when certain meetings would be held all through the years. Then, each of the meetings had a basic agenda of what was supposed to be discussed in that meeting, no matter what, and a new chairperson had to be picked that day.

My hand swiped again, wanting to see if Azrail was on the board of directors but his name was not there. All the board of directors were accounted for, so who was he sitting in for? Who was I sitting in for? I frowned.

My hand swiped, going back to the history of the organization to read through the first board of directors and it was then I realized there was one more than those in the room, but it was not a person, it was an organization. I was fast to calculate the allocation of power and all those in the room combined had twenty percent, which left the eighty to this mysterious organization.

I don’t know why, but I was getting more drawn and wanting to know more. At that point, I knew that all the information in all the documents was connected and I was just ready to find out how.

The document was scrolled to the beginning again where I began quickly scanning through the pages, completely oblivious of what was happening in the room. One thing was for sure. Through the last six years, the organization has been led by one man and it was not going to change because of me.

Masha: Vote for Albancun when it’s time, then signal so we can leave.

I texted Ajax, completely zoning out as I was taken into the document I was reading. I knew something big was waiting for me at the end of all the reading. I felt like a detective trying to solve a case, all facts falling into place and just getting taken into the case.

Ajax: Done.

The text came through an hour later.

I locked my screen, and took my other gadget. I stopped the recording, then stood up first with Ajax pushing his chair back that very moment. Our next meeting was in two hours and I was going to use that time to my advantage. Work efficiently.

We walked out, our car already waiting for us, the other cars nowhere to be seen. Where was Azrail? Who was he ending at that very second?

The door was opened with me sliding in.

The door closed after as my head bent back down, buried in the document.

“ Does my husband have an apartment nearby?” I questioned, the name sounding like charcoal in my mouth, frowning even more just from having spilled it out.

I had dreamt so many times of being married. I had melted over hours thinking of me being married and finally I was and it was my worst nightmare.

“ Yes Ma’am.”

“ Take me there, and do make sure I have something to change into and a hair-cutting machine.” I spoke.

“ Yes Ma’am.” Ajax said back, me bending back down to continue with my reading. Time was moving fast for me. It seemed I had obsessed in something else and it was helping me cope with all the changes.

The car stopped, my door opened and I slipped out, realizing that it was not an apartment or a flat at that. Since we were in a big city, I would have guessed he had a penthouse apartment but we were parked in the front yard of a beautiful medium-sized house. I stared around to see a wall fence hiding everything away. The grounds were well kept and beautiful. I looked ahead, not caring if I was allowed or not to be there.

Ajax walked before me as we walked up the steps. The doors were opened with two guards just inside the house, guarding the doors.

Three women, wearing black and white suits, came running down the steps.

My head bent down, walking past them all as they stood so still. I don’t know if they thought that made them invincible.

Was I rude? Maybe I was rude, but I was no longer one for petty sentiments. I was a ‘get to the point’ person from there.

White doors were pushed open, seeing that they were leading to a room. Ajax stepped aside for me to enter and I did just that.

He pulled the doors closed after me and, ever since I left the Morgue, it was the very first time of me just being alone.

My shoulders slumped, realizing I did not even know how I had got through the past hours. How had I done it? I shook my head, my feet pulling up, one at a time as I slipped off the pumps to set them on the pietra Firma Luxtouch tiles. There was no mistaking them. I had been rich but not that rich.

The room looked as if it was picked from heaven.

The walls were white, everything white, the tiles made out to be the bold statement of the room. They were stunning.

I walked on until I lowered on to the bed, my gadgets set down with me closing my eyes to just take a deep breath. So much was happening all at once, but I would not break. I would take it like a champ. My eyes opened, staring all around, and I could not believe that was my life. I could not believe that was me.

It still felt like a dream, felt like I was watching someone else’s f****d up life.

I felt cold, deep to the bone.

A sigh escaped, my head turning all around.

Two hours was not really a long time, so I stood up. I brought my two iPads with me. They had basically turned to my hands, never leaving my sight or reach. The doors were all wide open, so I saw the one leading to the bathroom. Just like the room; the bathroom was all white with the tiles still the ones I had only seen online.

My feet carried me in. I stripped off my clothes as I filled the large free-standing white tub. I stared around, seeing a brand new hair cutter on the counter. I took it in hand, finally bringing myself to stare into the mirror. My heart drummed, not really wanting to, but at that point I had to.

I was afraid to see my reflection, sure I would see a person I did not know, someone I was not used to, someone I had not met before.

My hands picked up the machine, unboxing it and putting the box in the trash. My feet then moved as slowly as they could to turn right before the large mirror. My head tipped up and the tears immediately filled my eyes.

My were large, trying to see, trying to find myself in there but I could not.

My face was bruised so badly I wondered how it was not painful. I had dark under-eyes with my eyes looking dead. All color was drained from me, cuts here and there. One side of my face was swollen. It felt as if someone was squeezing my heart so painfully and draining all the blood as my chest closed in with my throat constricting.

My hair had patches here and there.

My lower lip trembled as I fought so hard not to cry. I would never cry ever again. I would never be that weak. My eyes stared at the monster before me, taking her in as the anger in me built until I was not even seeing her anymore.

The machine was turned on, holding the wireless hair cutting machine up to begin cutting my hair again. I lowered it then just scraped what was left off. Everything was gone, no hair at all. I switched off the machine to brush it clean. I then cleaned the counter only to turn to the bath tub.

My feet picked up, slipping in one at a time to submerge in the water. I sank down until they covered my body, which was shaking so hard, but I was fighting it and I was losing. The bubbles hid me away, the mildly sweet scent of the oils flustering my nostrils. No matter how lovely they smelt, I wanted to vomit right there.

No tears slipped. My body pushed up, water falling off me. There was no time to waste. I picked up the scrub brush and began washing my body. I scrubbed until every part of my skin was red. My hands seeing the worst work, getting out all the blood, getting out all the evidence of what I had been doing. I did not need that blood anymore, I was a lady now. The water turned many shades darker, much soap used, no part of me unattended. I drained them, shaved, then drained the second water to jump in the shower where I rinsed off all the products I had used.

I dried my body, a towel around my chest, then brushed my teeth. My gadgets were back in hand as I walked out to the room. My eyes fell on the other door, which I guess was a closet and, as to my thoughts, it was exactly just that.

I walked in, the lights turning, so many sections ahead.

Boxes lined on the floor on the left side of the closet.

Male clothes hung on the right side and on the left were just a few female clothes, but then, I realized that the women who had rushed down when I got in were unpacking the new clothes. I walked ahead, searching, but there were no female products. I guess they were still in the boxes and I did not have the luxury of time to search for them, so I took the male products. My skin was moisturized, even my hair. I then walked to pull the drawers on my side and it seemed they were finished folding the clothes in, so, I got some underwear. I pulled up the black lace underwear and bra.

My body was bumpy with patches all over, many stitches, even in places you would never even think of having stitches.

No part of me wasn’t burning, skin red as if it would bleed. I agree, I took it too far with the brush, but that pain reminded me of my days in the morgue and I felt more like myself again, my new self.

My hands ran through the clothes that had already been hung.

I picked out black formal palasso pants with them sitting well on my waist. I had lost a lot of weight but had also gained some muscles which had picked my weight back up. A white silky top was slipped on, it dipping right between my boobs, having me take out the bra and sticking on some silicon n****e covers. My cleavage was more than I would normally leave out but I was not normal anymore. I pulled on a blazer over my shoulders before slipping on tall black-heeled pumps.

I went over to Azrail’s side and pulled open the drawers until a large collection of watches were seen. I ran my hands through all the collections, ones he probably never wore. Each collection alone would go for hundreds of millions if not close to a billion. I picked a black watch then opened another drawer to run my hands through all his chains, stopping at a black curb chain. I picked it up to clip it around my neck, then turned to walk out, only to stop as my eyes fell on a collection of men's formal bags. My feet were fast, taking a black leather bag. My gadgets were slipped in, to turn and walk away. I was ready to go, just missing some cologne. A few sprays, then I was good to go.

I felt confident to take on anything that would be thrown my way. I was ready enough to kill whatever came my way. I opened the doors with much force, feeling energetic, feeling new and strong.