There are four pillars of destiny.
The day, hour, month, and year of our birth are used to predict someone's future.
Did this determine my life, did I condemn myself to events that shaped me forever, or do we just assign a name to what we can't cont...
He's ignoring me, making my blood run hot. I resist the urge to shake him, and yell at him to look at me! Even though I want to jump out of his car right now. And get away from him, from everything my mind is screaming, and I still can't understand.
We've been locked in the car for fifteen minutes and not once has he said anything or looked at me, just like the last few weeks, we only talk when necessary, avoid being alone in a room, when we both walk in the same direction someone goes the other way since Jack left. Since I told him we had to leave, and he accepts it like it's a relief, it's like he wasn't about to kiss me having a fucking girlfriend. All these thoughts are driving me crazy, and I don't know how to stop the descent into madness.
I feel something warm on my arm; I find his fingers touching my skin. He releases me by pointing to the printing press and gets out of the car. I take a deep breath and follow him. His impressively long legs carry him inside, and when I reach his side, he's talking animatedly to the receptionist. I stand a few feet away from them.
"Hello, beautiful." Darius Walker says when he sees me. "Every time I see you, you look more breathtaking."
He kisses me on each cheek, I move away from him a little, so I can look at his face, my heels don't help, although I've never considered myself short, he makes anyone feel like a damn humpa lumpa with all his six feet, wide back and the worst part is he's handsome, he's got a model smile and he knows it. Right now, he's wearing a tailored suit. And that makes him a thousand times worse.
"And you're getting taller." I grin. The blonde stops flirting with the redhead behind the counter and approaches us. "This is my boss, Callum Griffin."
They both look at each other and shake hands.
"We've already met," Tarzan mutters, touching his blond beard without looking at me, of course. "How are you, Darius? Your father? We're here to see him, we're in a hurry to print some copies."
"Better than ever, dear Cal." Mr. Walker replies with a million-dollar smile. "I see you don't know I'm in charge now. My father retired a year ago."
He finishes saying it with an air of smugness and beckons us to come along after my boss didn't congratulate him on his promotion, I don't know if he forgot his manners (something that wouldn't surprise me) or he just doesn't give a shit and Darius isn't to his liking, either way he takes us to his office and makes us wait until the copies are completely printed.
"Tell me, Saffron, when will you accept my dinner offer?" Darius shouts, putting his hands on his desk. I just give him the deadliest look I can. "C'mon, don't say no. Callum doesn't mind, I can tell you're tense from work, you need to relax."
"She's perfectly relaxed. Leave her alone, Darius." Callum looks at him the way he looks at me and wants to kill him. The man gives up and throws up his hands, but his chuckle echoes through the office.
After the girl at the entrance brought coffee, everything fell into an uncomfortable silence, I tried to talk about the magazine, but both of them were in a silent duel to see who had it bigger, as the alpha male games don't go with me, I started writing in my notebook, some ideas for the poetry book, Claudia gave me a great idea and Lauren accepted it, she wanted to add pictures in the chapters, pictures of the moments she described, it's an awesome idea, but she's undecided about the characters, and we have to solve it soon.
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