The Dream

Judge

-Zain Danial-

It was the day after the charity event but my head was still spinning with the memories of what occurred. 

With Carla in my arms, we danced in the middle of the room with hundreds of eyes on us. Her chest was pushed against mine and the beat of our hearts were in sync. I would spin her and her hair emphasized our movement. Taking wide steps, strengthening our positions as wide as we could as if letting our bodies scream, 'Look at us!' We covered every part of the dance floor in turn and I made sure everyone saw Carla's beauty, her talent, saw her. 

The lights above us shone, highlighting all the beads and diamonds on Carla's dress and in that moment, despite the number of people clapping along or sending compliments, it all went silent to me. All I could hear was the music that guided us, the sounds of our feet hitting the floor and in the last turn when I pulled Carla right up against me in our last position before stopping, all I heard was our breaths colliding. Her smile, that gorgeous smile, was what brought me back to the cheers of those around us. 

I didn't want to let her go but as if we were at a competition, I allowed us to untwine, losing her heat as we faced the crowd and taking our bow. 

I smiled to myself thinking about it. Thinking about how wonderful her body felt against mine. 

"What do you think about the U.S?" Carla's voice snaps me out of my daze and back to our meeting. It was held at her house since it was late in the afternoon and was free enough to come home early. 

Being in the office with her again this morning reminded me though that despite what happened last night, despite everything that's happening between us, she was my employer, my boss and I don't know why I felt the way I did but it wasn't right, was it? "It's highly competitive but considering your success, I don't doubt that your drinks would be successful there. You'd have to spend a lot on marketing to your niche though." I reply to her, controlling my voice as best as I can. I had to make sure this remained professional. 

I caught her looking at my face with an unreadable expression before nodding, "Yeah, I agree." Silence consumed us after that as we looked through the documents she had spread out on her coffee table until-

Her houses intercom went off. 

I glanced up at Carla and she was looking back at me as well. It seems we both weren't expecting anyone. 

Taking that signal, she stood up and walked towards the door. Looking through the camera by her door, I saw Carla's mouth turn into a straight line and she opened the door. "Mother?" 

When those words left her mouth my whole body tensed. Her mother was here? 

I decided to stand up and watched as the said woman entered the house. She reminded me a lot of Carla, almost a spitting image except she was taller than Carla, hair all grey and had quite a lot of wrinkles on her face. Moreover, she didn't radiate the warmth that Carla had. In fact, the whole house seemed to get colder the moment she walked in. 

"I heard you turned down Alexander," She says and her tone sends a bad shiver down my spine. 

"I did tell you to stop arranging people to meet me." Carla's tone was able to perfectly copy hers back. They stood looking into each other eyes for a bit before her mother turned to where I was standing. 

It was then when she saw me, her eyes glared a little and she continued, "And this is?" She asks as if I wasn't a person at all which ticks me off a bit so I started walking towards them and extend a hand towards her, 

"My name is Zain Danial, I'm Carla's personal assistant." I introduce with a strong voice, looking down at her. She hesitated for a second as if judging me before shaking my hand. This makes me smirk slightly but then she lets go and starts walking away saying,