CHAPTER TWO
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She knocked on the door a thousand times and then she finally rang the doorbell. Nobody answered.
The exterior of the house was covered in white. Hospital like. Even if it has been refurbished a thousand times by Mrs. Revario, the house still looks old. It has been passed down by generation either way.
They were probably out on a trip, she thought.
She rang the doorbell for the last time. As she turned to leave, she heard the door creak open. She turned back immediately with a smile plastered on her face. The person she saw was enough to suck every atom of happiness from her face.
It was a guy with dishevelled hair like he just woke up. It could be his ‘Just f****d’ hair. His nostrils were flared. He looked Melissa over and his mouth curled in distaste. She knew she hadn’t ironed her blouse before she came, but that didn’t deserve the look this guy gave her. She hadn’t seen him before and he wasn’t the one who gave her the contract anyway so he was practically none of her business. Even if she didn’t know his name, Melissa had already sworn to stay away from this guy throughout her project with the Revario Group of Companies. At least until she can stand on her own two feet.
Eric, on the other hand, was looking at the most overdressed girl he had seen in his life. Disgusting. Covering everywhere with material like she was going to get r***d before she got to his house. As if ringing the doorbell like a maniac wasn’t enough. She stared at him with her big blue eyes that showed a mixed expression of shock and something else he couldn’t place.
“Who are you?” Eric finally asked.
“I’m Melissa Hart. I…”
“I’m sorry, we don’t have any more alms to give,” Eric said, cutting her short. He was about to shut the door when he heard her tiny voice that had raised several tones higher.
“I didn’t come here to beg for your alms. Thank you very much, but I don’t need them. I was asked to come here to see Mr. Sergio Revario and Mr. Mark Wallace.”
“What business do you have with them?” Eric asked, opening the door wide again. She had piqued his interest. With her bravery and the people, she had come to see.
“It has nothing to do with you,” Melissa spat. “So if you would allow me, I need to come in and see them.”
“If you don’t tell me what your business is with them, I won't let you in. And nobody is going to hear your screams.” Eric smirked. “You all are charity cases anyway.”
Who did this guy think he is?
“Excuse me?” Melissa asked, obviously fuming. “I’m very comfortable with the way my life is. I don’t need any of your money. I don’t even want to see your face as it is. Mr. Revario had asked me to come here and submit the contract I’d signed. He wants to fund my show.”
“A charity case, then.”
Melissa had her hands balled into fists. In case he didn’t know, she had taken Krav Maga classes.
The man coming behind Eric had taken over her attention. That was the person she had come to see. Mark Wallace. The man who had sacrificed so much for the Revario Empire. The man started working for his uncle when he was 14 while his cousin was stealing a girl’s first kisses.
They are two different people.
“Melissa Hart?” Mark asked at once, practically pushing Eric away from the door.
“Yes,” Melissa replied and outstretched her hand for a handshake. It ended up being awkward because Mark wanted to place a kiss on her cheek. She let him.
Eric was frowning and leaning by the door frame.
“So you do know charity case,” he said, replacing his frown with a smirk.
“She is no charity case,” Mark said, never taking his eyes off Melissa’s big blue ones. “Don’t you have some girls to f**k? The serious ones in the house have a meeting.”
Eric’s smirk broadened. “It will all come down in tears when Dad hands the company over to me with your hands beneath his.”
Mark laughed rather sharply. “Another dream. I will be the next CEO. Uncle knows you haven’t contributed anything to the company.”
Eric made a face. “Have you no manners? Acting all childish in front of a visitor?” his voice was low enough to inject poisonous honey.
Melissa almost licked her lips while he spoke. She had been in front of the door for almost ten minutes without any of them telling her to come in.
Mark probably forgot, she thought. She flung her hair past Eric as Mark finally led her inside to meet his uncle.
Eric couldn’t stop himself from inhaling the strawberry scent that came from her brown curly hair.
She was a charity case. And he didn’t deal with charity cases. It would probably be the last time he saw her anyway.
But then, she was the only one who didn’t throw herself at him. Eric smirked to himself as he went through a thousand ideas to bring her down to her knees.
Melissa tried not to look around the interiors of the house. Everything was antique. The walls were covered in white as well. Along the hallways, there were photographs of probably everyone who ever answered Revario in their generation.
“I appreciate you and Mr. Sergio for accepting my proposal. I know that there were so many people who must have submitted a proposal. But I was chosen. I appreciate.”
Mark nodded. “You are quite the talker huh? Uncle will love you. And yes, we only accepted your proposal based on merit. You don’t have to go on your knees and thank us.”
“Oh,” Melissa blinked. Both cousins were egoistic.
“And don’t talk too much when you get in there too. Uncle doesn’t like constant talkers.”
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