My Contractual Love

Chapter four

SYLVESTER

I picked up the telephone and rang Alex from my office. Once. Twice. Thrice!

“That damn secretary of mine! He is always absent when I need him the most. Should I just fired him?

Fuck! I had sent him to get the other meeting files at home. I need those files right away!”

It was just an elevator away, anyway. Let’s do this!

I picked up my suit jacket hanging over my seat and heading for the elevator. I imputed the floor number and waited. It was taking too long. I pressed the bottom hastily, bumped my fist at it and headed for the stairs. I paced down and turn on the last floor with a couple of eyes widening as I passed by. But their faces were too insignificant. None of which matched my expectations.

“Oh my! He just glanced at me!” A Voice gasped, passing me by. My lips curved into a smirk. Silly girls.

How could I ever end up with one? How did Dad expect me to do so? My thoughts laughed, recalling the meeting with Dad this morning at his house.

“We want you to have a legitimate heir who we can be rest assured in, to take over the company after you. Delnut Group of companies needs someone who is capable.” Dad said.

“Son, you really need to listen to your father. We are getting old and you are not getting any younger. You are now the CEO, but you need to get certain things straight. You need an heir. And for that you need to get married.” Mum added.

“If only babies could be gotten without women.” I chuckled.

Turning into the hallway, I noticed a slender feminine figure leaning towards the door. Her petite frame was totally unaware of the sound of my footsteps. She seemed too concentrated on eavesdropping to notice when I had stepped up right behind her.

There was something about her that had caught my attention even before our eyes met. Maybe it was her dark blue dress, or her outdated white jacket. I could not really tell.

I tapped her shoulders lightly and her eyes jerked around. Her hazel eyes froze in mine, as her pupils dilated. I had caught her under my spell, so swift and easy that was. Poor girl! I watched her eyes drop down my face, a little fidgety that she almost lost her balance. My arm fasten around her upper arm in a swift movement, helping her up before she straighten to stare at me again.

A thought creeped into my mind. She was perfect! Too perfect for the it. I knew better than to let her suggest my thoughts.

She looked desperate, an above average beauty. Maybe all she would need is transformation. Something about her was appealing to me from her pleading eyes. They spoke to me in a language I could understand, even in their silence.

“You were snickering up on...” I raised my brows, gesturing toward the door.

“Uh...oh. No! I wasn’t!” she exclaimed.

I noticed her gaze lingered on my neck. Who was she to look at me like that? All the ladies in Delnut dared not. Her eyes held in them one of a kind, of a confidence and defiance I had not seen in any of the ladies back in Italy, mum’s home country. The kind of stare, capable of making me feel uneasy.

“What are you staring at?” I asked, amusingly.

“Nothing!” Her eyes widened.

I tilted my head a bit and as my eyes grow curious, searching hers. She was growing nervous. Her ginger-red curls dangled down her neck in swift motion with her movements.

“If you don’t mind, can you make way, Bella signora?” I beckoned on her in a light touch of my Italian.

I watched her jerk away from the door, making way, with a look of apology. I turned the door knob and walked in. Mr. Wick, an executive of the board of trustees, and his assistant, Simon, bulged out their eyes in shock.

“Good morning, Sylvester.” Mr. Wick, a man in his early forties waved me a smile. He had worked with Delnut fashion industry for few years. He had invested a large share into the stock of the company.

“Good morning, Mr. Wick. I know you were not expecting me. I can guess that by the look on your face.” I smirked.

“What brings you here, Sylvester? You could have simply sent Alex down here?” Mr. Wick poured out his disbelief.

“Alex is out. That’s by the way, can you give me a detailed report for all financial transactions for last month in our fashion stores in Canada?” I asked, hurriedly.

“Alright, Sylvester. Simon would get that done. Meanwhile, please have a seat.” He said gesturing with both hands.

“Are you done with the interview session?” I inquired.

“No. I think we have one more to go. She’s waiting outside. She’s in a blue dress outside. She does not quite fit into the requirements of this interview. We are wondering how we can tell her that with a portfolio as terrible as this, it would never get her a job.”

I watched Simon search through a pile of files in different counters In corner of the room. He fumbled from one document to another.

I crossed my legs and folded my arms. I looked at the clock in the wall. I needed to finish this compilation before ten o’clock that morning. The board meeting was right after that, in a few hours.

“Simon, can you hasten your search. I’m in a bit of a rush.” I said, growing impatient.

“Okay, Sir!” He responded in his usually vibrant voice, with a gentle smile complimenting his genuineness. In a few minutes he got the files prepared and handed them to me.

I turned to leave but paused in thoughts.

“Mr. Wick?”

“How may I help you, Sylvester?”

“Concerning the girl outside, Send to my office, once I leave. Okay? I’d be in my second office.”

“Alright, 'vester .”