Ivory binds

Rylaine-1

Nothing beats time like Traveling, the puffy clouds, amobre of hues and mostly peace. It was my perfect getaway in any and every situation. I knew running away was a cowards game but when it came to just wanting to feel something other than the blocking in my mind it was gliding through air that did the trick for me.
Currently it was 12:43pm exact and for the first time the flight-though inspirational felt heavy. The clouds were golden mixing with foggy white and as pretty as it was it was also a reminder that this was my last flight before I reached home in New York.
I had just settled the deal in India, UP. About modernization to their interior design for new hotels. I'd earned a fortune regardless but I still felt heavy nonetheless.
I wasn’t exactly from an old money family. Heck I was the one who really took the wheel in the company. Amiri Designs were finally on the top 5 of interior, fashion, and luxury goods after nearly 8 years of me taking over for my father.
I was the first women in the family to take over, before it had been my father who in his reign bought the company building and expanded it to quarter of what I made it into since I took over at the age of 22. It took me 8 whole years and my work paid off.
Amiri designs were now world famous and my once upper middle class family had finally leveled up to near Trillionares. We might really if we earn a little more profit.
We were really expanding. All I hoped was for the fact that my grandmother and grandfather were proud.

We landed near HQ and the moment I got out of my jet I was bombarded by assistants who had queries and paperwork and organizers.
I may have been the one who got my company to where it is today but it sure was a hell lot of work keeping up with it.
I tried to stay on top of trends go for the consumers demand it was work and I liked work.
What I didn’t like was one particular person I had to meet right as I entered my office after sending off my assistants.
Damond fetcher. Second son of Allen fetcher and a pain in my ass.
"Already told you fetcher I ain't joining your puny club for stay at home husbands." Damond was here to convince me to join a club for billionaires who had a certain net worth. I qualified in part of that net worth. What I didn’t like was what his stupid club was about.
It joined together businesses and made them one big company of mass production. None of the profit went to the fool who joined with them instead it was distributed throughout. 'To maintain equilibrium' as Damond put it. I wasn’t going to have any part of it.
One because of what it was and two because everyone in the club was a misogynist. 99% of the club was men the only women were staff from what I'd seen and heard. IF I joined I'd be the first FEmale CEO they would have in their history of four generations.
I was having none of it.
"We are business men Ms. Amiri, it would only be in our best interest for you to join us. We can help you grow." He said his tone was stern. He couldn't scare me though.
"Yeah, well your pussy boys haven't done much you know? I alone have done and made more than all of you in less than a decade than you all have within the past two generations of the Seniteral club." I husked as I skimmed through papers on my desk I didn't give the fucker a pore of attention because I knew business and he didn't.
He was barely part of his fathers business for Fetcher sheets. He played daddies errand boy and his brother played kid president.
"We are aware of that and we think that you could benefit us by joining and teaching us your ways." Damonds eyes were twitching trying to feed to my ego. It wouldn't work he knew that. Reason he didn't give up was because his father has been on his little sons tail for the past seven months to get him to convince me to join.
From what I knew the Club had several amenities and many billionaires flew at the chance to be a part of their subsidiary. I also heard the council was quite notorious. Whether it was true I didn't care to find out.
"You know the more you try to act like you like me Fetcher the more your forehead vein kicks. It might be a migraine go check it out and don't come back." I spoke as Damond fumed with anger.
He said nothing more and walked out slamming the door behind him.
I called on my intercom to notify my main assistant.
"Sherliza please make sure Mr.Fetcher makes out of this building and doesn't find his way back." The intercom beeped hence Sherliza got my message and from what I'd trusted her with got complete.

I arrived home late as usual. It was half past ten and I barely had energy but I still changed my clothes and washed my face before I faceplanted myself on the bed.
I hadn’t slept in two nights and my body was exhausted. It needed rest.
Just the moment I shut my eye- ding dong- my door bell rang.
Who the fuck decides to visit someone 11:30pm at night?
Was it the grim reaper? Or worse, had Damond found my address.
I was fairly open to the public but things such as where I lived weren't so it really felt like a kick in the ovaries when my door bell rang.
I tightened my bathrobe, took the elevator to the first floor and opened my door.
"Ms. Amiri, you're a fine class business women I don't see why you should be so underdressed when you have guests over. Please mind your professionalism." The voice was deeper than the ocean but as elegant as a butterfly. It hit me right in the face and jolted me awake to find the owner of the voice. He definitely suited his voice.
An Arminelli three piece suit, silk ivory handkerchief. Those were the firsts but then I fully took in the sight before me.
Tousled dark golden hair, deep green eyes, a sculpted face with the lightest stubble under the chin. Was he a Michaelangelo statue alive? He might as well be.
"It's my home and it's near midnight I don't expect visitors...Mr.Lee" The man before me was the concil chairman Lloyd Lee. Owner of Lee luxury goods.
My heart thumped as I let inside the 6'7 man. I led him to the the living room on the second floor.
"Coffee, tea, the notion to go back to your house and not disrupt me at midnight." I said sarcasticly as I poured a glass of water and handed it to him controlling the urge to spill it on him.
"As much as I would love the third option, I believe we have something to discuss Ms.Amiri." His face turned dark and my heart thumped just a beat faster.
What could it be?..