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Chapter 27
AMAYA
“Caesar,” I whisper disbelievingly.
“In the flesh, my darling firefly.” He replies, a corner of his lips ling in his signature smirk.
Dressed in a navy blue three piece suit that fits every curve and every muscle of his to perfection, he walks majestically into the office like he owns the place.
Suddenly, my blood runs cold. Wait…
“Are you a Co–owner of Macpherson Engineering?” I ask, inwardly praying that he answers in the negative.
His already dark eyes darken even further as he stares intently me. “No, I’m not. Unfortunately, my best friend and I are too hard–headed to run a business together.”
Solomon scoffs goodnaturedly, raising one perfectly carved eyebrow.
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“Oh, please. The last time we attempted to run a business together, your mule–headed ass burned an entire building worth millions of dollars to the ground.”
Caesar rolls his eyes, I kid you not I don’t know why, but that single action makes him seem more… human. More normal. Rather than some stuck up, perfect god from the depths of darkness.
“Let’s not rehash the occurrences of the past, Solomon dear.” Hejokes. “We have a more important matter at hand.” “Indeed, we do.” Solomon’s voice is low and rough as he runs an appreciative stare over the length of my body. “You never told me she was this beautiful, bastard. Where the hell have you been hiding her?”
I feel Caesar’s eyes on me. When our gazes clash, however, his eyes are glassy and unreadable. He seems almost… upset about something.
I’m literally being subjected to a full–rounded inspection by these two men. Solomon looked frightening enough when he was alone. Beside Caesar, they give off a dark, powerful aura that would have any sensible person running in the opposite direction.
No longer able to bear their intense scrutiny, I clear my throat and turn my attention to Caesar.
“Um, Caesar? Can I talk to you?‘
To my utmost dismay, he plops into the chair behind Solomon’s desk and gives me a smug look
“I’m right here, aren’t I? If you have anything to say, you can go on and say it.”
My fingers curl in annoyance. His plan is to scare me, intimidate me, and I’m afraid to admit that he might just be succeeding.
I heave a sigh. “What are you doing here? This is supposed to be my personal interview with Mr. Macpherson.”
Caesar smirks. “And I’m pretty sure your ears were working just fine when I introduced myself as Mr. Macpherson’s associate.”
My annoyance burns harder. “So this means you’re always present for every single interview that he conducts with his prospective employees?” I ask bitterly.
Something shifts in Caesar’s eyes. Something dark.
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“No.” He says boldly No. Fry not.”
Just then. Solomon speaks up:
“Before we proceed, there’s something we must do first.“.
I turn towards him, watching in confusion as he presses his phose against his ear and says to the person on the other end;
“I need you and Brianna to meet me in my office right away. This is urgent.”
I’m still wondering what the hell is going on and I’m not getting any answers from the men in the room because they’re too busy talking about charts and the profitability of the stock marke Three minutes later, there’s a slight knock on the door.
“Come in, Misha.” Solomon answers.
The door is pushed open and Misha walks in, followed by Dark Hair. Oh, she must be Brianna.
Brianna has a bright smile plastered on her face until she lays eyes on me. The moment she sees me, her smile dims by a few thousand watts and she gives me a look filled with disgust.
Mere seconds later, she promptly ignores me, preferring to focus on the men in the room;
“Hello, sir. You called us.” She says, her voice taking on a slightly seductive hint.
I swear. If she juts out her chest any further, her buttons may give way and those fake boobs will come spilling right out of her shirt. The devious part of my mind cannot help thinking that maybe that’s exactly what she wants.
It’s quite hilarious that despite the frequent batting of her lashes playing with her fingers in a show of fake nervousness, and rather embarrassing and not–so–subtle shaking of her boobs, Solomon and Caesar remain cold as ice, completely unmoved by Brianna’s antics. If anything, Caesar seems upset over something.
Solomon leans back in his seat and begins;
“Unfortunately, it came to my notice that Miss Amaya came to this company to submit her CV two days ago.” He points at me and I frown, wondering what I’ve got to do with anything.”
Misha opens her mouth to respond but Brianna cuts in quickly. “You’re right, sir. I attended to her myself.” She says proudly.
Misha’s expression currently mirrors mine. We’re both shocked. Brianna did not “attend” to me two days ago. Misha had. Brianna threw insults at me from the sidelines.
Solomon’s jaw tightens imperceptibly.
“Good. It’s good that you’re claiming you had attended to her. That means you’re in a better position to remember the exact words you said to her when she walked into this establishment.”
The atmosphere is suddenly cold and blanketed with tension. I blink in surprise at the shocking twist of events while Brianna’s smile had long since disappeared
“S–sir?”
“I believe you heard him, Brianna.” Caesar growls. “Or are you hard of hearing? Repeat the statements you made to Amaya when she was here two days ago.”
“W–well, sir, I only attended to her and got her CV. I didn’t say anything more, I promise. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
My eyes are firmly fixed on the ground until I hear the hint of tears in her voice. When I look up, to my utmost surprise, two trails of tears currently roll down Brianna’s cheeks. Crocodile tears. She’s just a pretender. A good actress, too, I must add
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“I promise I didn’t do anything wrong, sir. I promise” She says torfully
I have absolutely no idea what Brianna intended to achieve after putting up all of that drama, but I’m sure that y indifference from both men is definitely not it
I’m literally blushing with second hand embarrassment for her
his point.
“I haven’t even accused you of doing anything wrong but you’re already berging and crying hit that a guilty of something?” Solomon asks calmly. Too calmly
My eyes nearly bug out of their sockets when he pulls his laptop closer and mutters;
clear sign that you’re
“Since you’re so adamant on claiming that you did nothing wrong, let’s see from the CCTV footage if you’re telling the truth or not, shall we?”
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