I am not His Moon But I'm His Atmosphere

‎Venna ‎ ‎“Please forgive me. I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll change everything just so you’ll forgive me.” Tears streamed uncontrollably down his unsightly face, his features twisted in desperation as he sank heavily onto his knees. ‎ ‎“You are absolutely sure?” I asked, my voice cold and void of emotion. ‎ ‎“Yes! I’ll do whatever you say!” ‎ ‎“Then die.” ‎ ‎“What?” He gasped, eyes widening in disbelief. ‎ ‎“Kill yourself.” ‎ ‎He froze in place, paralyzed by the weight of my words, as if his own body had refused to obey him. ‎ ‎I walked right past him, treating him as if he were nothing more than thin air a shadow that did not exist in my world, nor even on the ground beneath my feet. I had barely taken two steps when he lunged forward and grabbed my wrist. Instinct kicked in; panic flared, but I remained composed and slapped him across the face with all my strength, the sound echoing sharply in the hallway. ‎ ‎“Don’t you ever dare touch me again. The filth you carry… I fear it might infect me.” ‎ ‎Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I felt no pity, only satisfaction. It was a good thing I had mastered self-defense long ago; I would never let anyone lay a hand on me and get away with it. ‎ ‎“Anna!” I called out to my secretary, who stood waiting nearby. ‎ ‎“Inform security immediately: Mr. Arisson is permanently banned from entering this corporation. If he is seen anywhere near the premises, escort him out without hesitation.” I turned my gaze away from the pathetic scene and continued walking toward my office, my stride steady, confident, and unyielding. ‎ ‎“Understood, Ms. Venna.” ‎ ‎“You are absolutely legendary,” Yna said, falling into step beside me as we moved down the carpeted hallway toward my office suite. She is my bestfriend we met in a club and she became a repeat client until we became close “Truly, you handled that perfectly. You’ve officially made me your biggest fan.” ‎ ‎I sank into my plush leather chair behind the large mahogany desk, and she took the seat across from me, her expression still glowing with admiration. ‎ ‎“Zip your mouth, Yna. Save the flattery,” I said, though there was no real bite in my words. “I am in no mood for jokes or idle chatter today. What is the real reason you came here?” I composed myself, straightened the documents before me, and opened the top file. ‎ ‎“I came just to visit my best friend, who also happens to be one of the sharpest, most formidable lawyers in the city.” ‎ ‎“I hear Ms. Yna Bruna Sanchez is incredibly busy these days, her schedule packed tight with social events and business matters. You wouldn’t drop by my office just for a casual chat. You are here for something vital, aren’t you?” I folded my arms across my chest and arched one eyebrow knowingly. ‎ ‎She sighed, the playfulness fading from her face as a look of genuine concern took over. ‎ ‎“Fine. You know me too well. I want you to represent me. There is a dispute brewing over my property tax assessments. The government is trying to seize full control of the land, and behind all of this is none other than Senator Ashton Irwin Nate.” She spat the name out like a curse. “That man is corrupt to his very core. I honestly still don’t understand how people can bring themselves to vote for him. He wants that land entirely for himself. And I swear I will never, ever let it happen, not even if it costs me my last breath.” ‎ ‎“Why is he so obsessed with taking that specific piece of land?” I stood up and walked over to the elegant bar cabinet in the corner of the room, pouring two glasses of rich red wine. ‎ ‎“He believes in old rumors and gossip.” ‎ ‎“You mean the nonsense about hidden gold?”Yna is always half Canadian and Filipino but her mother is a canadian. The land she is talking about is the land her father inherits to her. I walked back to her, offering one glass, which she accepted with a nod. ‎ ‎“Exactly. It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? I never believed it myself. My ancestors were well-off, yes.....but never wealthy enough to bury crates of gold bars underground. It is nothing but a silly myth.” I leaned against the edge of the desk, and we clinked our glasses together, each taking a slow, thoughtful sip. “But he is so blinded by greed and ambition that he believes every word of it. He truly lets his foolish desires rule him, and he constantly abuses the power of his position just to get what he wants.” ‎ ‎“Greed always leads people to destroy themselves in the end. Don’t worry about him,” I said confidently, swirling the wine in my glass. “He will eventually make a mistake, and everything he has stolen or forced into his hands will disappear. Send me all the files and evidence you have, and I assure you—I will handle everything. I will make sure he never lays a finger on your land.” ‎ ‎“I am counting on that.” She smiled, her worry fading away, leaned in, and kissed me lightly on the cheek before standing up to leave. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The new day arrived, bringing with it a flood of incoming calls, stacks of documents, and urgent matters to settle but this busy, demanding life was exactly what I had worked so hard to build and achieve. I was deep in thought, reviewing a contract, when my phone rang loudly, cutting through the silence of the office. ‎ ‎“Where are you?” A familiar, warm voice came through the line. ‎ ‎“In my office, Tia. Why? Is something wrong?” ‎ ‎It was my older sister. She is a brilliant, licensed neurologist working at the Montreal Neurological Institute-Hospital, located just a short drive away from where my law firm stands. ‎ ‎“Nothing is wrong, quite the opposite actually. Are you free right now? I want you to meet someone very special.” ‎ ‎“Someone?” I asked, my tone shifting to a playful tease. ‎ ‎“Yes… my someone.” I could clearly hear the pure joy and elation in her tone, even over the phone. ‎ ‎“That sounds incredibly cheesy,” I teased further, shaking my head with a smile. ‎ ‎“Whatever! Just drop everything and get here. I’ll send you the location right now.” She ended the call before I could argue or reply. ‎ ‎Before leaving, I gave clear instructions to my secretary to hold my calls and reschedule my last client appointment of the day. Twenty minutes of smooth driving later, I arrived at the address she had sent. It was a high-end fine dining restaurant, its exterior glowing with warm, soft lights, promising an elegant and intimate atmosphere inside. ‎ ‎I spotted her immediately in a quiet corner, waiting for me. She looked stunning as always; her long, fiery red hair was held back neatly by a claw clip, framing her face and highlighting her freckled, porcelain skin. She lit up when she saw me approaching, she was the kind of beauty that could make anyone fall to their knees in awe. I pulled out a chair and sat beside her at the table set for three. ‎ ‎“So… where is this ‘someone’ of yours?” I asked with a grin.