Escaping Death's Door

Chapter 2: Cues

After Erica left, I tried to continue reading and signing documents.

But I can't get Opulence's bold attempts out of my mind.

I opened the computer at my desk.

As soon as it booted up, I opened my browser. And typed in ‘Opulence Sports Wear’.

I scrolled through the recent news and articles. Young stars flaunted the new sports items.

The Alternative Clothing was also featured in some of the articles.

'They even have eco- friendly wear now. f**k! now I have to push back the release date of mine.' I angrily said to myself.

This is something I expected. But I didn't think it'd come this soon!

Opulence's Board of Directors and CEO are old men in the same tacky black suits.

All they care about is that they leech out every bit of money they can from each and every single purchase.

They already have numerous amounts of businesses and expanding into fashion was clearly one of their attempts to gain more money.

They don't know a thing about fashion! Nor the passion into making them!

How could they come up with this idea and materialize it within the span of a few months?

And it's release is topping charts on social media for the last few hours..

They even started issuing sponsorships now too! And those stars are leading the 'hype' drawing more and more interest to the clothing brand's items.

I’m still pissed that I didn’t even get a clue, not only were they adding one new clothing line, but two!

I bit the insides of my cheeks. I could've used this as leverage to create something new and released new lines before them.

I had enough man power and existing ideas, just waiting to be released from the state of idleness. I could've pulled this off without any problems.

By doing-so, they could've been seen as copying my ideas of expanding S.C's product lines.

AND NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!

I could’ve pushed the release dates of long anticipated products and try to give little or even no attention to any of their bold attempts.

With the amount of sponsorships I’ve given out to important names. They would’ve helped me without a second thought, just to have some of the first releases of my new line...

I started gritting my teeth with just the right amount of pressure.

And at that very minute. I received an email.

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'To Seraph's Couture and/ or Miss Sierra Collins.

Good Day!

This is to inform you that there would be changes to the day of contract signing.

It will be pushed back and tomorrow will be allotted to having a meeting regarding Seraph's Couture and Opulence's offer on the show: "Celebrity Glam Up" .

Sorry to have the abrupt changes in plans.

But attached to this email is Opulence's Offer on the show.

Looking forward for your response!

Sincerely,

Mr. Augustus.

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I knew that this would change things.

I was too relaxed.

It is for sure. That it was all part of their plan.

Passing their offer on the last day, made sure that it was something not to overlook AND catch me off guard.

How can I even come up with a better plan in a days time?

I walked towards the bar at the end of my office. Got some ice and poured myself a shot of Scotch whiskey in a glass. Drank it all in one swig.

Fuck.

At this rate, they may even manage to get that partnership.

And I've already hired experts that will help me manage my way around the show's requisites.

Fuck this.

I shouldn't have felt so secure. I should've known better.

Why am I feeling so scared?.....

This feeling is never wrong... I should plan my approach at the contract signing tomorrow. But I can't do it while I'm this tense! 

Before I had any more time to pour myself another drink. My phone rang. I looked at to who was calling at this time. It was Andrei.

I answered and carefully put the phone to my ears. Still thinking whether I should pour more into the glass..

“Hey babe, I’m heading to your office. You ready to go out for lunch?” He said in the sweetest voice, and it instantly soothed my nerves.

I breathe in, trying to relax.

As much as I’m hungry. The feeling of ‘thirst’ overwhelms me.

I'm no alcoholic.

But at times like this I crave for something that's going to make me feel good in places I so desire to be touched in. And hearing Andrei’s voice only made the feeling stronger.

“Mm-hmm... Could you please go to me in my office before we head out?” I said in a serious manner, almost as if I was talking to one of my employees. And after this I poured myself more, and drank another glass of whisky

There was a slight pause.

I can imagine him a little surprised that I sounded so cold. This made me smile.

“Whoa, sounds like someone's having a bad day.” 

I’ve been dating Andrei for three years.

He knows me so damn well, and it doesn’t take long for him to notice the slight changes in my tones and mood.

“Yeah. f**k Opulence.” I said distastefully. Slowly tapping my nails on the glass.

"What? Opulence, again? And babe. Are you drinking?" I heard the seriousness and worry in his voice.

“Andrei... Help me... I’m thirsty.”  Lacing every word with the sweetest hint. Making sure he knows how bad I want him.

I heard him chuckle and say “Sierra.” In a husky deep voice that made me lightly bite my lips. “Should I just pick up something to eat then?”  I lick my lips to the idea.

“Sure. You know what I like best.” The anticipation of having Andrei all to myself in this room. Makes me want to moan out in pleasure already.

“Great! I’ll see you in a few minutes. ” even his voice was filled with excitement.

I hung the call. Stood and checked myself in the mirror.

I walked over to the wall, took the remote out of its slot, and pressed some buttons.

The privacy filter on the glass started to dim the view of the rest of the floor from my office.

The blinds started to roll down.

I chose a vinyl disc to play. 

Lastly, I brought out another glass, and sat at the bar stool.

Patiently waiting for him to satiate this thirst of mine.