HIS SEVENTH SACRIFICE.

Irish's Pov: "Irish, to my cabin! Now!" An authoritative female voice rang in my ears, making me jump in my sit, and looking towards the slim figure, marching into a room. That she calls her office! I got up from my seat and adjusted my specs, smoothed my suit and started taking steps towards the door of hell. Her tone already gave me signal, that she already prepared all the ingredients in her mind to burn me alive with her demonic powers to shout. I slowly knocked on her door, thousands of ideas plopping in my head of how's she going to s*******r me. My first time at the devil's den. I only heard about her demonic deeds but never came across, because am a sucessful journalist and very less, clients complain about my punctuality or behavior. "Come in!" Ughhh, her tone. She's still pissed at something, and the very thought of me being her reason, made my blood go cold. I entered her cabin and found her sitting in her swivel chair but, their was someone else in that office. A pale skinned man with handsome face and sleekly gelled long hairs to his back. I immediately identified him, as one of our client and a vampire too, Mr. Rodriquez. I immediately looked at my boss and her devilish smile, made it clear that now she's going to insult me infront of this 500 years old client, who's interview I messed up and didn't even thought of apologizing. "Do you want to say anything!" She asked with a wicked grin. "I..a..i.. e.. u.." I was stuttering at the lack of words. "Stop repeating the vowels!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. Here, we go, she kept shouting at me for like half an hour and I was looking down all this time, waiting for the moment, when finally her words will die. My eyes fell on that man, who was calmly sitting their, enjoying the insults and tantrums, thrown towards me by my boss. Finally, her last words caught my attention,"Apologize. Now!" Damn! Apologize to this rug? f**k you, Mrs. Marcel. "I'm Sorry, Mr. Rodriquez!" I apologized but without a tint of guilt. "I don't feel it!" He replied casually. I looked at him, with disbelief,"Excuse me?" What is this, I'm not going to apologize again. But as if reading my mind, my boss shouted,"Again! Mrs. Walters! and this time more sincerely!" I rolled my eyes inwardly, took a deep breath and apologized,"I'm really very sorry, Mr. Rodriquez, I didn't mean to oppose you that day, sorry." "Fine! I hope your management won't dissapoint me again!" He adressed curtly to my boss and left the cabin, glancing at me, for the last time. After, he left, my boss looked at me, with rageful eyes. " Do you want to always proove me worthless, infront of every client, for upgradingyour position?" She raised her brow. Well! Yeah, she took me under her management, after she found how calmly, I use to deal with our paranormal clients. "Sorry, Mrs. Marcel, That day, I went to the address you gave me, but couldn't find our client!" I replied looking down. "What address?" She asked looking confused. I showed her the message and she was stunned. " That's not me! I didn't texted you, this!" She replied thoughtfully. Something, crossed her mind and she replied,"Get out! and call Jennie!" I think, I caught her thought, Jennie, you b***h! You made me fall into this trap again. Jennie Chan was the assistant of our cheif editor, Mrs. Marcel, and my biggest rival, cuz she wanted my position as a cheif journalist of our company, THE REIGN Publishes. Ya! I can feel that too, from this weird, name, it seems gothic and weird too. I went to Jenny's desk and said,"Ms. Chan, Ms. Marcel, wants to meet you!" I said casually. "What? O..ok, I'll go then!" She hurriedly got up. I nodded at her and went to my desk. A thought popped in my head. We never met the owner of this very company, maybe he's a vampire too. I mean maybe! I called to one of my colleague,"Hey! Suzy!" "Yes?" She replied looking into her monitor. "Who's the owner of our company?" I asked. She immediately looked up and as if I said something absurd, she slapped my mouth and wishpered,"Don't shout! I heard, the owner is a vampire, very old and handsome, he doesn't like when, his employees or workers, talk about him. He can sense it!" She sighed " Like you're doing right now?" I asked raising a brow. "Damn! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I won't do that again!" She looked up and chanted like a mad woman. Damn you! My shift ended, I called, Ian, my boyfriend, to let him know I'm heading to his place but then, I the thought of surprising him, made me more happy. I bought some chocolates and flowers and reached his condo. We were going to get engaged soon and we'll shift to another big apartment, i thought looking at the lift of the condo. I went to his room and pushed the bell. A woman in her twenties, opened the door and I recognized her immediately, "Waree?" I wishpered. She was wearing Ian's shirt and soon my boyfriend appeared behind her, hugging a shocked Waree by her waist. His eyes fell on me, he was naked, only in his torso. I looked at both of their shocked faces, pushed them into the room and closed the door. The banging of door was heard but i was already in the lift. I sobbed and a white handkerchief appeared infront of me. That's when, I felt the presence of another person. I looked at him, his orbs were brown red, hairs cut into a style of a king, wearing a black long shrug and looked weird with pale skin. I can see he's a vampire. He took back his handkerchief, gave me a weird look and left the lift, that's when I followed him. "Mister?" I called out but he already dissapeared, as if he was never there. His shrug had a weird brooch, inscribed CP, with a crown on the top. He was weird and att...attractive.