Contract With The Carnival

Chapter Twenty Three

While the rain poured there was not much to think about but Zohan’s mind was filled with thoughts. His brain kept repeating moments back from his childhood when there was peace and contentment for him. Though he had realized that early that he was the destiny of Carnival and no matter what he had to and will be tied to the brutality of the underground. So, instead of being swallowed by it, he devoured it. 

 

There was not a night where he did not feel the need to destroy the world. It threw his way every sort of cruelty possible and expected him to act against it. 

 

He did, but with no one beside him. The power he had gained from being broken again and again and correcting himself, again and again, was something so very dangerous it resulted in his heart turning cold. 

 

Zohan was looking up at the ceiling. He was sure what he was doing was right and the pleasure it bought him was what he deserved. His innocence was killed. Just a little more by his grandfather.

 

The door was knocked on as he hummed in approval. His secretary came in with files in her hand as she placed them before him. “These are the ones for the Evans. They’ve been asking for more profit shares these days.”

 

He picked his head up. “Are they relevant?”

 

She pursed his lips. “I don't think so.”

 

He shut his eyes and bit the inside of his cheeks. Sure, now Evan’s daughter is the one to blame after she heard about the marriage. 

 

“Should I get you some coffee?” She asked. 

 

He shook his head. 

 

“Wouldn’t it be better for your headache?” She insisted. 

 

“Who told you I have a headache?” He asked, annoyed. 

 

She smirked. “Isn’t it obvious? You have a wife in bed. What could be more annoying than that?”

 

Zohan looked down. He noticed the wrinkle on her pencil skirt. She had folded the skirt up before coming in. 

 

She came closer to him. “Would you like coffee or something more than just a bland and boring wife?”

 

She smirked. Brushing her cheeks with his thumb he said, “The only thing I’d like now is for you to get out of my sight and never be back again.” His voice was alluring.

 

Her smile disappeared as he called security to take her out. Before she left he said, “Melinda, next time, make sure your next boss doesn’t have to see your ugly legs. In short, don’t roll your skirt and do your job.”

 

After a few hours, of settling matters at hand he was finally done. Taking a deep breath he organized the papers and headed out. 

 

The rain had stopped but the thunder was growling. The night sky was filled with clouds and the moon was nowhere to be seen.