𝐒𝐲𝐧 ┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

2. 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠

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I sat in my designated chair in the crowded room and held my notepad against me. The environment in this room was a great difference from all the other conference rooms I've been in. Most were televised and everyone was socializing before the guest came, but everyone here...including me, was scared shitless.

It wasn't a secret to any of us in here that he was a horrible man. We shouldn't have even doubted it considering who his father was. I was certain that any one in here wouldn't truly be here if our bosses didn't force us to be.

The tiny amounts of hushed whispers came to a quiet as the door to the left of the stage opened. The large and menacing bodyguards held the doors open and we waited in anticipation for the King to walk in. I didn't know about anyone else, but I for one had never met him in person. The rumors and stories were enough to keep me miles away from the Underworld. 

I had questions written down for him, but I knew that I wouldn't even raise my hand to ask.

After a few minutes of waiting, the stage remained empty and nobody entered through the open doors. We should've assumed that from his behavior with everything else, being on time wasn't a priority of his.

Footsteps coming from down the hall from outside made us all turn to the door, but instead of Syn walking in, it was a man we'd learned was his second in command. Hades Laurent. He walked onto the stage and tapped the mic a couple of times before speaking into it.

Dispute Mr. SinClaire and his seeming callous nature, Hades was a ball of light. He was the leader of the demons and although I was a witch, I still appreciated his approach to handling business. "Good evening everyone. Instead of doing a press conference in front of you all, your royal highness has demanded one on one meetings. Each of you has one minute with him and you may record it."

Gasps and fearful outbursts floated throughout the room and I noticed Hades trying to hold back a laugh. "I'm sure you're all aware of the things you're not allowed to ask about. I advise you to adhere to those boundaries and be careful with your questions...for your own safety. Thank you." As if he were only there to cause us all to freak out, he left the stage and strode of out the room.

"Fuck no, I'm out," a man a couple of seats away from me spoke up. "If you all were smart, you'd get the hell out of here. He's a murderer and a psychopath! Why do you think this isn't televised?! Ask the wrong questions and you'll die. Ask the right question in the wrong tone and you'll die—"

"Sir," a guard interrupted. "The King would like to speak to you first. Now." A couple of guards began approaching him and he shook his head quickly.

"No, no, please! I didn't mean it!" He yelled. They grabbed both of his arms and practically dragged him out of the room, leaving us all frozen in our seats.

The girl beside me started crying and that did nothing to calm my nerves. "I'm going to die," she sobbed lowly.

"Just don't do anything stupid," I said. "Calm down." She nodded and wiped away her tears and I reached to get my phone. I wanted the police on speed dial just in case anything were to happen. I felt the pockets on my skirt in confusion until I remembered we weren't allowed to have our phones in here. "Shit!"

The doors opened once again and the room went eerily silent as Syn SinClaire walked in. Hades passed him a napkin from the inside of his jacket and that's when we noticed the blood on his mouth. It stained his lips and neck down to his shirt, but he didn't bother to clean it off.