The Un-Royal Affair|(18+)

Chapter 5 - Where Shadows Meet

"In the battlefield's profound embrace, they stand their ground,

Two souls in conflict, no retreat, no surrender found."

Zehra's POV

It was quietude preceding the tempest.

Time seems to elongate, and every second ticks by with an almost agonizing slowness. It's a moment for introspection, a juncture where one can't help but contemplate the precarious balance of existence, the fragile harmony of the world, and the uncontrollable forces of nature that are about to be unleashed.

This is not even English, so don't bother reading.

My intuitions are on the radar; why wouldn't they be after what I did?
I am physically doing all the work, informing the patterns to the seamstress to sew for the designs, choosing color palettes, brushing my hair, eating dinner, and sleeping with open eyes.

As I said, it's all physical because there is a mess going on in my head, everything fading after the light hits my retinas.

So there I was, playing the role of Captain Fierce in the grand theatrical production of my life, only to realize the consequences at an equally fierce rate. It's like I've been training for the Olympics of Missteps, and let me tell you, I'm a gold medalist. My superpower? Transforming even the simplest of tasks into Shakespearean tragedies.

Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war.

After the Saturday night fiasco, my Sunday was a waste, and my Monday was uncertain. Still, anyhow, I survived the terror, and now I sense that the culmination of my journey is standing at the doorstep, ready to yank me out any second. Anyone approaching me panics me as if they are here to inform me that a specific someone wants me in his cabin now.

Just a recollection of that night makes me wonder how much I must have offended the CEO of this company where I am working, merely after the 7 days of my job.

In my defense, it happened outside the company, and I was drunk. Kinda!

Ayaan Dixit, aka Mr. CEO of this fashion business, Cosmo Elite Hill, is in the midst of Hollywood City, Los Angeles, a state of California in the United States.

I have utterly and officially pissed him off and don't know what to do about it.

I was almost done with my work for the day as the time hit the clock. I edited a few more graphical designs as we have to reach the mark of 120 outfits, out of which 90 will be displayed, and sent them out to the whole team, on my feet to let myself out, my eyes on my iPad, waving everyone a subtle goodbye I clicked open the elevator, got into it clicking on the ground level.

After two floors, it stopped and split open its door when a woman must be in her 20s stepped in, standing beside me, tapping on the 7th-floor button in this wing, which is where all designers work.

Which is also where I work.

I keep my attention on my iPad, scribbling with the pencil, when I feel her peripheral gaze on me.

"Oh my God, wait!" She says hurriedly, turning her frame in my direction and making me look at her.

"You must be Zehra, right? I was going to the 7th floor to fetch you. It's good I didn't lose you, or else I would have gotten an earful." She says, keeping her hand on her chest.