"I will ruin everyone and everything that stands in my way. Even him"
Aria Middleton is a Made Woman.
Being haunted by nightmares of the past is what drives her to be the Queen of the chessboard. The most important piece. She feeds off of the miser...
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Me: Club Nyx, tonight. And leave the attitude.
Aria: Are we talking about me or you here? I'm not one of your soldiers that you can simply order to do whatever you crave.
Me: It would favorable for both of us if I didn't have to drag you here.
Aria: Would it now?
Ash: Dorian will pick you up.
Aria: Lucky me to be assigned a chauffeur as if I am one of your women who you are in desperate need of...
Aria: Asshole.
She was incredibly moody this morning, and whilst I knew she was never a morning person, which, was ironic considering she was the owner of a company that required her to obtain little sleep-for reasons unknown to me I comprehended that she hadn't received her vanilla frappucino yet.
Aria couldn't survive a morning without her coffee, it should've been a small detail that I'd forgotten about her but truthfully nothing about her is inattentive. Having known how it feels to be on the receiving end of her mood when she didn't have it, I almost felt sympathetic for her employees.
Almost.
"Dorian?" I called the soldier who stood outside my office door. He took only two seconds to comply, "Pick up Arianna after work," I hesitated but I would've done it if I didn't order him to, "Make sure there is a vanilla frappucino in the car for her, if it runs cold get another one."
I could see the fuckers jaw tick in amusement, "Yes Boss." That was the only thing he'd said to me before he went on doing his work.
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"Do you always get her coffee?" The tapping of my fingers syncs with the tick rock of the clock. Colors of warmth emersed the room and an extremely large settee. I believed the setting was meant to make you feel comfortable, at home. Perhaps I didn't receive the memo.
My eyes narrowed as I discerned her question. It had been five, almost six, years since I'd set foot in this office and not much had changed. It appears that I'm returning to everything I'd once left behind. Her query wasn't a hard one, it just rubbed off on me the wrong way. As if she was saying something distinct from what she asked.
