Baby Series # 1:- Sam

CHAPTER TWO

There was her favorite chair and also that table below which she had scribbled " I am a princess because my Mumma is queen." The spelling of Mumma was Muwma because she was just a four-year-old little girl at that time. She chuckled remembering her mother's face when she notices her below that table, with scattered crayons and pink blue baby Sam. Her mother was flabbergasted, the meeting was going to start in five minutes and there her baby was coloring Rainbow on herself in That same meeting room. 

After ten minutes the meeting was intruded by the pink blue baby Sam because she forgot to make crowns on Princess and Queen. Also, she was demanding the major shareholder to shift in another chair because that chair belongs to princesses Sammy. At last, the princess baby blue Samy attended that whole meeting sitting on her favorite chair. Her mother was mad at her but now she realizes that time there was also a proud smile on her mother's face.

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 She was so engrossed in her memory lane, she didn't hear the sound of the door opening. When her tormentor enters in the room and said.

" Long time no see Sam" It was the same voice that always sends chills in her spine.

There he was, he looked a little older than the last time but he still has that same ruthlessness and dangerous aura. All other shareholders and some employees were also there. The mighty Robert D. Walton was a cunning and manipulative old man. He was in his typical three pieces suit. He was a handsome man even in his sixties with a thick beard with greyish stubbles and cold eyes. His styled hair was a little bit much for an old man but this was who Robert D. Walton was. He always prefers everything to be perfect. He always carried himself with so much confidence and perfection. He was perfect but untouchable. The coldness around him was the equivalent of the Himalayas, the mere second of eye contact can freeze you to death. His ocean blue eyes which were identical to Sam were void of any emotions.

" How rude of you Sam! Are you not going to greet your old father.???"

He asked her mockingly. Sam knew he was trying to provoke her but the mere presence of him was enough to lose her mind. She wanted to prove to him, she was not the same weak little girl, she was not going to sit idly and listen to his bullsh*ts. All those nightmares, all those sorrows which, he has given her she was going to repay him with an interest.

 Neil realizes what this old man was trying to do. He knew just the face-off with her father was a very big deal for Sam. He was trying to provoke Sam and her gritting of jaw and clenching of the fist was clearly showing he was succeeding. The gaze of Sam was filled with so much anger, hurt and hate, Neil thought she was going to burn her father alive. She was repeatedly touching her bracelet, which she wore in her left hand. Sam bites back her retort to him when she feels holds on her wrist. Neil was shaking his head negatively to her. She bit her tongue and hold back her retort.

Taking a deep breath, she passes a little smile which was, of course, the fakest of fake one and said: " I am sorry Mr. Walton, it would be better if we cut out unnecessary pleasantry and start with our meeting, I don't know about your but my time is very precious."

The witty retort from the Sam was the last thing  Mr. Walton was expecting. But he was not going to back down easily. He quickly hides his shock with a small laugh and said

" Oh Sam, we met after many years this is how you are going to treat your father? Let's sit and talk, look your favorite chair is still here. Your mo-" 

" Just don't ok!" She exclaimed. She could feel her bottom lip quiver. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath.

 " Yeah sure, my lawyer is running a little late. I think Miss Knight can manage with it." The sarcasm was not gone unnoticed by all members present in that room. She didn't miss that little exchange between other peoples through their eyes. In response, Sam arched her eyebrows and carelessly shrugged her shoulder.

The room was filled with all stockholders and senior employees. Sam knew they were all the pawns of Walton. She knew the chances to accomplish her goal were little but she was not going to back down. She will give her best to take everything which was her birthright. Sam, wanted to end this meeting as soon as possible. Coming here after so many years facing everyone especially her father was so overwhelming for her. All memories, good one, bad one comes rushing to her with full force. She feels sick breathing in the same air as Mr. Walton.

 " It looks like your lawyer is very unprofessional Mr. Walton, my secretary will notify you about the next meeting. I think we should take our leave." saying this, without giving them another glance she got up from the chair and walked towards the door. " Samantha are you indirectly disrespecting your father??" Mr. Walton yelled banging the table.

She did not stop even hearing this, but she replied twisting her neck towards all members " You are not my father, my father died the same day when my mo-" And she didn't notice when, someone opened the door from the other side, causing her balance to falters. She was about to fall, but a pair of muscular but warm hands held her tightly. To thank her savior she raises her head and she clashed with familiar beautiful milk chocolate brown mesmerizing eyes behind the thick glass, the same hypnotizing eyes which haunt her dreams every night. The same beautiful milk chocolate brown eyes she once loved. She feels an electric current in her waist where his warm hands were resting. Suddenly she came to her senses and pushed him harder as his touch burns her. She did not understand, everything was happening so fast. In the last four years she always thought of this moment in her mind, if she ever comes in front of him, what will she do? what will she say? how will she react? She was frozen at her place. Everything was happening so fast, it was too much for her, then she whispered 

" Jasper???"