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Chapter 10

He smiled to her. It was the most beguiling, chivalrous smile she had seen since her birth. He was the sexy, hot, arresting and most prepossessing handsome in the complete universe. For a moment Aliza felt lost from the world. The atmosphere was getting hotter than she had estimated. She was unable to control the stupid harmones going wild inside her body. She was sexually attracted to her boss and to digest the reality, Aliza would be the last woman in the universe who the richest billionaire in the world Charles Rodriguez the CEO of Richmond Industries would think of  marrying.

Aliza stared at her boss like she was seeing a supernatural human. She gulped heavy with a faint nod and wanted to sprint away from the room.  But before she could do that she hit her leg to the table in her hastiness. "Careful" Charles voiced behind but before he reaches Aliza ran away from the room like a dunce moron.

As soon as Aliza left, Charles dialed the security and informed them to direct a man called Fredrick Roger to his office undeviated. No sooner Fredrick reached the premises of Richmond Industries he was received with warm welcome. Little did he know he was like a goat fed sumptuously before its slaughter. The receptionist immediately called the boss's secretary and personally accosted him to the CEO's floor.

Fredrick was much enthralled by the personal reception and importance given to him by the kindhearted CEO. He felt sorry for the abusive words he used on him. He had second thoughts on why he should make Aliza leave the job. Her work place felt exceptionally exemplary, the pay was good and the boss was extremely genial. Well, who would give such a pleasing hospitality to congratulate a probation employee's fiancee? The CEO's personal touch caught Fredrick's heart. That is why Richmond Industries had achieved the status of a top class company. Fredrick thought with contemplation.

No sooner he entered the CEO's cabin the doors were automatically locked and the room hooked completely dark even in mid summer morning. Has there been a power failure? For such a huge company with millions of turn over a day his thoughts are rediculous. Fredrick's sanity taught him better. "Who is here?" He frantically voiced but there was no answer. His conscience cautioned something dire and heart began to beat ten times faster. Something is wrong. His intuition screamed.

Couple of minutes later a fleck of light happened with the ignition of a lighter followed by a puff of smoke. A faint sketch of a man from the lower part of his face came out displayed. Fredrick had a rush of Adrenaline to his throat in fear peering at the devilish aura of the person.  He had a chiselled jaw so sharp like it could cut anything to two. Those soft thin lips were very beautiful in a cupid's bow yet everything about the man left out esoteric feelings that spoke vile, abominable and dreadful about him.

Arcane and disquiet were small words to describe his mental status. "Who are you?" Fredrick voiced low in panic but again got no reply. Turning back he rushed to the door to open it but it was locked. Slowly he could hear heavy steps approaching him in leisure and there unveiled a face of a man with an only speck of light coming from a night bulb attached to the ceiling. Who put on the light, the man was standing in front of me? Questions crossed Fredrick's mind like a waterfall drowning him more in horror.

A chill ran down his spine staring at the perilous reflection of the male. He was dressed in a plain white shirt and black pants. His tie was hanging lose and sleeves folded just below his elbows exposing his hairy skin. Fredrick stared at him with trepid in pin drop silence in the spill dark room with just the night bulb glowing.  His heart missed a beat in fear. He wanted to ask him on why he was brought here but before he could speak his lips were blocked by a rough hand.

Even before digesting the next course of action his head went twisted followed by a pretzel of his chin. Fredrick's face bangled in blue and bent out of shape. His jaw broke shooting a sharp pain upwards to his head and his lips warped to a side. The man spoke throaty with a cigarette playing in between his lips. "You would not say what happened here to anyone in this world. Else you will regret every moment spent on earth awaiting death. Never dare to touch that orphaned innocent girl again neither physical nor psychological. Is that clear?"