A Taste of Darkness

Chapter 5: A Choice

Julio

I told Zina to find some information on the black-haired beauty for me, and of course she was able to pull up a file almost immediately being the professional and skilled hacker that she is. Scarlett, her name is. It was amusing how well that name suited her, not only was it a fierce name, but it also matched the bold, seductive lip shade she wore which told me that she wasn't like any other woman I have previously met.

She had quite the interesting life, but I expected to find something interesting. She gave me that feeling when I looked at her, that she had lived a life that not many can relate to or share, but what I wasn't expecting was all of this that I see in this file in front of me. When she was barely a month old, an employee in an orphanage found her on the doorstep. No explanation, no people seen to have dropped her off, no name, no nothing. She spent most of her childhood growing up in that very orphanage, where she meet another girl called Elena, and they were said to have become close. So close that at the age of ten, they both disappeared and were assumed to have run away. After, they continued to work to earn money which lead them to where they are now, quite the eventful experience if you ask me.

But what really interested me is that Scarlett's name wasn't always Scarlett, back then it was Arabelle, which she changed to Scarlett three years ago at the age of twenty. Three years is not a very long time ago, but why change it? It couldn't be because she simply didn't like the name, it had to be something....more.

What are you hiding, Scarlett?

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Scarlett

The office was nothing short of luxurious- modern- rich-looking- whatever you would use to describe something that you would only see once in your life. The floor was outlined in grey marble on the outer sides with the centre of the floor being covered in a cream-coloured marble and a fitting design engraved into it. The room was decorated with expensive, modern furniture that suited the room perfectly, even the little details like the shelves in the walls with spotlights and the miscellaneous items told me that the room was designed by no one other than a professional. My sight continued to a desk placed perfectly in the centre point between the four walls that caged me in, where a laptop and a pile of paperwork were seated upon in. But as I looked closer, I saw that the laptop was currently being occupied, in use, a pair of hand typing on the keys swiftly....a person I could only assume was the "boss" I have been told so much about. Okay....this is officially it, the reveal.

I followed the arms covered by sleeves of an expensive suit up to the face of the person they belonged to, where I met a pair of bright blue eyes, a familiar pair of bright blue eyes, eyes that I could never forget.

I knew this man. It was him. The blue-eyed stranger.

I should have known. He was sitting beside the man that I was just with earlier last night in the club, he was the one who seemed to be in control, he was the one everyone seemed to take orders from, he was the one who awoke fear in the others' eyes. I should have connected the dots, it was painfully obvious. I think deep down I knew, I just didn't want to believe it.

I didn't know what to say. . .wow, the first time I find myself speechless. Neither of us said a word, instead, we found ourselves staring into each other's eyes, waiting patiently to see who was going to break first. Well it sure as hell wasn't going to be me. I stand my ground, keeping my gaze as neutral as I could get it, preventing myself from showing him any hint of fear. Blue-Eyes continued to do the same, however I swear a saw a smirk forming on his lips for just a second- or not even a second- before he tucked it away and returned to his previous unreadable facial expression, his gaze as strong as steel.