AT THE MALL
1007 Words
Davis was almost running after her. She strode ahead with effortless confidence, even in her penciled heels. He couldn't deny the commanding aura her tailored office wear exuded—it screamed authority. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her magnificent curves.
He wondered what was going through her mind. He could sense that she was upset—perhaps even furious—about his interference after she had already given an order.
They reached the elevator and stepped inside. The metallic doors slid shut, and silence settled between them. When the elevator dinged at the 6th floor, the doors opened, and she stepped out without hesitation. Davis followed suit.
Soon, they arrived at her office. Bold, golden letters gleamed on the door: "Pretty Crystal Daniels – CEO of Crystal Group of Companies."
The door unlocked automatically after scanning her face. It was equipped with both a face recognition system and a passcode, but she always preferred the face scan. Davis followed her inside, intrigued. He had never seen technology this advanced—it was remarkable how fast the world was evolving.
Her office radiated elegance, a perfect blend of power and sophistication. The rich wooden desk, the high-back leather chair, and the neatly arranged bookshelves all spoke of order and control. Everything was meticulously placed, leaving no room for clutter.
Davis was still admiring the space when her sharp voice cut through his thoughts.
"Have a seat," she instructed.
He quickly took the chair directly opposite her.
"What was that nonsense you pulled out there, Mr. Davis?" she demanded, her piercing gaze locking onto his.
"I was only trying to help. It was my fault, not theirs. Their families would suffer if they lost their jobs," Davis responded, his tone respectful yet firm.
"So, you're going to sit there and tell me how to run my company, is that it?" she asked, her voice laced with ice.
"Such a weak hero," she added with a scoff.
The words struck a nerve, but Davis forced himself to remain composed. He couldn't afford to offend her—not now. If he acted recklessly, his mother’s life would be in danger.
"I would never presume to do that, ma," he said evenly. "I only thought it was the right thing to do."
Crystal leaned back slightly, studying him. The sharpness in her eyes softened—just a little.
"Did you bring your CV?" she asked, her anger dissipating slightly, though traces of irritation still lingered in her tone.
"I'm sorry, ma," Davis replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "I went to the hospital to see my mother. In my haste, I forgot to bring it."
"You’re always sorry!" she snapped, exasperation creeping into her voice. "For Christ’s sake, what am I supposed to do with you?"
Davis remained silent. He knew better than to respond.
She eyed him critically. "And what exactly are you wearing? No wonder they reacted the way they did."
Davis lowered his gaze, unsure of what to say.
Crystal picked up her phone and called her P.A., Samson. He entered almost immediately.
"You sent for me, ma?" he inquired as he approached her desk.
His eyes flickered to Davis, and a look of pure disdain crossed his face. His gaze traveled over Davis’s attire and overall appearance, filled with silent judgment.
"Stop staring at him. He’s none of your business. Eyes on me," Crystal ordered sharply.
Samson immediately shifted his attention back to her.
"I’ll be leaving for a few hours," she informed him. "If anyone asks for me, including my father, tell them I’m unavailable. Understood?"
"Noted, boss," Samson responded with a respectful bow.
As he turned to leave, he shot Davis another lingering glare before walking out.
Davis stiffened. He had caught the look, and he knew it meant trouble. Samson’s gaze wasn’t just condescending—it held something more sinister. Davis had no intention of getting entangled with people like him.
"Follow me," Crystal commanded, standing up.
Without hesitation, Davis obeyed. They took the elevator downstairs. As soon as they stepped out, Zero approached, but Crystal dismissed him with a subtle signal—one they both understood well. Without question, Zero turned and walked away, tending to other duties.
Once inside the car, Davis couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"To buy you new clothes," she replied, her tone void of emotion. "Because whatever you’re wearing now is not clothing."
Davis exhaled quietly. "Alright," he muttered.
They arrived at the VVIP Shopping Center, an exclusive space reserved for the elite. Davis couldn’t believe he was even setting foot in such a place. The level of luxury here was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
He was taken through a private shopping experience, where he selected an array of expensive clothes—including underwear. A deep sense of gratitude stirred within him. He hadn’t expected this level of generosity from her.
When he stepped out of the dressing room, he was a different man. The new outfit fit him perfectly, as if tailored just for him. Every stitch, every fold—it was made for him.
He caught the lingering stares of several women in the mall. Their gazes roamed over him with undisguised interest, but he paid them no mind.
Instead, he walked toward Crystal, waiting for her reaction. He half-expected her to say something about his transformation, but she didn’t.
She simply looked at him, her expression unreadable. Then, in an emotionless voice, she asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Alright, let's go."
She stood up, and he followed.
Back at the car, Davis carefully placed the shopping bags in the trunk before settling into the passenger seat beside her.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he turned to her. "I just wanted to say thank you, ma."
He barely finished the sentence before she cut him off.
"Don't," she said curtly. "It’s part of the deal."
With that, she started the car and drove off.
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