King of Anything

08

I sigh, stepping into the office. I look perfect. Ice queen. No emotions, all ambition. I've been working here for two years in this Design Firm. I'm a manager. I make six figures now.

It's hard to believe that a mere two years ago I walking a straight aimlessly, heartbroken.

It's just by sheer luck that I'm where I am. When I came to this company it was a startup, poor, hobbling along.

We shot up a year later, and I got promoted—twice.

I hear people chatter. They wonder where I come from. They wonder why I'm so cold, and forbidding.

I strut down the hall, I have a meeting with a new client in ten, and I'm not in good mood.

I forwent my coffee for this damn meeting, f**k it all. I can't sensor without my f*****g coffee!

It's not f*****g possible.

I go over the client file as I hustle over to the conference room.

Mr. Rydel. Rather young company, rapid expansion, needs a logo and a jingle, easy peasy.

It shouldn't take long to settle this account at all.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Rydel, I—"

I look up, and there he is. He looks almost shocked himself. Almost.

"I ran into some traffic." I notice the woman beside him, a tall thin, red head. I nod at her amicably.

"This is my girlfriend and business partner, Merida."

I offer her my hand, shaking it.

"It's nice to meet you. If you both would have a seat, we can get started."

He sits, and so does she, his eyes focused on me. Is he waiting for me to acknowledge him?

"So, from what I can see here, you need a logo, and short intro, is that correct?"

"Yes," He rumbles, not taking his eyes off me. "Can you do that?"

"Here at World Graphics, we can do whatever you need," I recite blankly. "I'll have my assistant hand you the questionnaire, and we can assign you to the best associate for you."

He squints. "Why won't you do it?"

"I'm very busy, and I no longer handle these things. I pair you with some one who can suit your needs."

What game is he playing at?

"I chose World Graphics based on your work. I want you."

"Well, unfortunately, I'm not available. Excuse me," I get up, stepping out of the conference room.

What the hell is he doing?

He's after me in a second, leaving his girlfriend.

"Where are you going?" He demands.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rydel?" I quirk a brow. He stares at .e, looking.e up and down.

"You've changed," He noted.

"Have I met you before, Me. Rydel?"

He seems discontent, his eyes trained on me, slanted in irritation.

"I know you recognized me. I have two different color eyes, that's something you don't see often."

He seems less....robotic. I'm glad she gave him some oil for those gears.

"Your eyes are very unique. That's why I'm sure we've never met. If you'll excuse me—"

He offers his hand. The same way he always did, with that cold aloof look on his face.

I c**k my head glancing at it. "Are you alright, Mr. Rydel? Is something wrong with your hand?"

I turn around, leaving him behind. After all this time he had the nerve to show his face in front of me.

But it doesn't matter. I'll just pretend I never met him.

After all, he's no longer important to me. And I'm no longer the girl who begged for love, only to be used and thrown away.