Not So Perfect

01|Dark Rapunzel

"How's life, Leona?" the wrinkled voice of the old man rang in the white ceramic room

"A fucking bitch." The icy voice slashed through the warm air. A fake gasp flees, and she let out, "Oops, slip of tongue."

"Is your tongue walking on grease? It always slips whenever you open your mouth." The old man sigh.

Leona leaned on the slit of the window. Sunrays flirting with the curve of her neck and the ink carved on her smooth skin. The cool wind frisked with her long and pitch-black winter hair.

The striking woman carried her pride, beauty, and magic in those inky wisps, plummeting down to her hips. Honey skin glimmering with a chivalrous smile as she licked her lips. Her long slender fingers were wrapped in myriad silver rings which were sculpted with undefinable unique tattoos. She lazily played with the personalized black lighter, not bothering about the talks of the man.

"At least, look at me when we are talking," the poor CEO urged. The desperate tone in his voice oddly fascinated her. She liked it. She liked when people are desperate, she liked being in power.

The shadowy goddess slaying the glory of all black finally whirled and rested on the window rim, arresting the sunshine. "Isn't power like sex? You can't get enough of it. The more you get the more your mind drives you insane. And in the end, you either succumb your soul to your craze or be the evil one to make it yours?"

Ronald fell silent, clearly contemplating what to say when her aquamarine eyes-blazing with sapphire flames and a tranquil challenge, were affixed on him. "I can never understand your language. My brain cells hurt whenever I have a conversation with you."

The ghost smile nudging the deep dimples on her saffron sparkling cheeks as she slanted her head to the left, eyeing the uneasy CEO shuffling in his huge leather chair.

"Quit staring like that," he groaned, gulping down the frosty water. 

"Spill it out. You look constipated." Leona rolled her eyes and ambled over to the polished purple-daubed wall where numerous paintings were exhibited. "So what is it that couldn't wait for a year or so? I have been dragged here if you don't know. Change my assistant."

"Come on, I know you like Ryan. He is the only one who can tolerate you."

"He gets paid for tolerating me." Her slender fingers traced the painting of the fiery red eyes of the woman and blood dripping down her cheek but a dangerous smile prancing on her lips.

"That's your one of the finest piece. You will be stunned to know I have been offered millions for that. I still don't know what it depicts," the man spoke in a wearily.

The red resemblance reflected in her alien eyes as the swell of memories mocked her but she was abrupt to slap them hard and shove them back in the rotting box of hell burning in her body.

"It says, smile through your bleeds, and even your own heart and blood will fear you." Biting the inside of her cheek, she turned around to face him. The hot blood refreshed her mouth as she bit on the soft flesh unduly hard.

The door swung open and a man dressed in neat teal suit stepped in with two cups of coffee. He dwindled his eyes at Leona then scoffed. "How many times she asked you to fire me?"

"Once already." Ronald nodded. 

"Four years and he still can't make my tea right," Leona mumbled, plopping on the deep mahagony leather chair.