CHAPTER 2
1307 Words
“Beep,beep,beep” my alarm rang annoyingly. My fingers slam on the clock to stop it from being noisy. I lazily get up from bed , memories of last night's mission visit me and I feel my tummy turn
“This isn't the first time eve”
shutting my conscience out as always. I start my day with my usual coffee in hand and toasted bread in the other as I make my way towards my car. I drive to work trying to finish up my breakfast before I arrive. Thirty minutes later , I'm walking towards the office trying to dust off and bread crumbs that managed to cling onto my dress.
I used the backdoor today so I could use the emergency bathroom and fix my makeup . “This lip gloss never bloody sticks does it “ I curse out frustrated already. Using my hands to pull down my blazers , removing particles from my gum , rinsing my mouth and throwing in some mint. Yes I'm an assassin not a freaking goddess. I make my way to the elevator only to sight Damian right beside me, glancing over his watch.
“Do we have the meeting set up” he asked without stealing a glance my way
“Y-yes sir , Blackwell corporations managing director will be here in about-t-t” I stress the last part as I check my watch
“20 minutes “ I finally respond
Nodding his head goes into the elevator and I just stood there looking at his perfectly fitting suit . He gives me a look that asks if I'm coming along and I hurriedly step into the lift. Clicking the last floor, the doors close and we go up. We are engulfed in the loudness of our silence. “Say something eve” I try to think of a reasonable conversation to have with him to get to know him better. My brainstorming comes to an end when a phone rings but it's not mine.
“Good morning to you mother”. Damian answers the phone
“ Good morning?”
“Mother” ?
Oh it must be Catherine Pearce, matriarch of Pearce tech holdings .
“Now?” He questioned her
“Okay I'll reschedule and meet you there in an hour”
He hung up and looked at me for the first time this morning
“ reschedule our plans , we have to go somewhere” he said softly
“May I ask where?” I curiously replied
No answer , no responsive gesture. He just looked back at his phone.
This man is going to make things so bloody hard for me and I can already feel it. Finally, we got off the elevator and began walking towards the office and from twelve feet away I could see Callum speaking to one of the staff members but she was different. Unlike the others who worked here , she had a very contagious smile, was quick-witted, and responded as fast as she was questioned . As we got closer I read her name tag
“ Jasmine Cole” mmm. She does look like jasmine . I pass her quietly, following Damian as we approach his office and mine right outside like a little security post .
“ Inform the driver to get the cars ready and bring me a brief summary of what today's meeting is supposed to be about “
“Do you mean now-now, or just sometime before you turn gray?”
He leans back in his chair, lips twitching.
“Oh, brilliant. She’s developed a sense of humor. Delightful. But yes — now-now, before I weep from managerial despair.”
I got on with it and 5 minutes later I was standing opposite his desk,
I place the file down without fanfare.
“Your requested file, Mr Pearce.”
He slips it open casually, eyes scanning
“Hmm. On time. Neat. Legible.”
Pauses, looks up briefly
“I’d say I’m impressed, but I’ve been burned before.”
My expression blank, tone crisp
“Then you might want to keep a fire extinguisher close.”
Dryly, turning a page
“Noted. And here I was hoping for a secretary who smiled.”
Without missing a beat
“Then I suggest hiring a clown, Mr Pearce.”
A faint smirk tugs at his lips
“Tempting. But clowns can’t type seventy words a minute.”
Cooly
“Neither can most CEOs.”
He looks at me trying to hide his smirk and goes through it while I stand there looking around trying to find a family picture or any hint of homily feeling but no this man had none. I let out a frustrated sigh
“ Are you perhaps tired, Miss Fox ? Can I get you a cup of tea and cookies ,you must have had a tired night “ his words coated by sarcasm as he stared up at me
“Yeah that would be lovely “ I replied matching his energy
He pushed the file away gesturing that he was done going through it
I picked it up and attempted to walk away before he spoke
“Um miss quick legs I didn't tell you to leave yet” he said obviously faking the confused look
I dragged my feet 5 steps backwards , whilst trying to mask my anger and smiled widely . He looked at me unfazed
“We are having dinner at my mom's place. Oh ands not an intimate gathering more of a business meeting so get dressed into somet-t-thingggg better” he said purposely dragging the syllabus of the words
I nodded calmly, ignoring every voice in my head that told me to snap at him .
We arrived at the parking lot not long after and there I was dressed for the occasion I swear if
Kieran was here; he'd laugh at the sight of me in this dress . I chose a fitted, deep green mini dress — simple but stunning. The fabric hugged my body without trying too hard, with long sleeves and a small slit at the back that made walking easy. It looked classy without screaming for attention. I wore it with low black heels and a belted trench coat that pulled everything together.
My hair was tied back in a neat bun, and makeup was clean — just enough to look polished. No flashy earrings, no loud colours. Just calm, sharp, and effortless. The kind of look that says, I know exactly who I am — and maybe makes people wonder what I'm hiding behind those quiet eyes.
Damien insisted on driving. It's a sleek, dark Aston Martin, purring like a beast along the damp streets of Chelsea. The London skyline slowly fades behind us as we drive out .
Glancing sideways from the driver’s seat, his eyes look over my outfit as he turns onto Finchley Road.
“Well… would you look at that? I ask you to dress like a civilised person for once and you turn up looking like you’re about to outshine my mother’s antique chandelier.”
Still staring ahead, hands folded neatly on my lap
“I assumed you didn’t want me showing up in slacks and a coffee-stained blouse.”
Mouth quirks
“God, no. Though it would’ve been entertaining. Mum hasn’t had a good heart attack in years.”
“I live to serve.” I said
A beat of silence, then he adds with mock sincerity:
“You clean up well, Fox. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to impress me.”
Coolly, without turning my head
“If I wanted to impress you, I’d arrive with your quarterly reports balanced and colour-coded.”
He let out a laugh
“Now that’s foreplay.”
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