Cryptic Passions

1-Christian

Clutching a file tightly in my hands, I waited for Ruth Diaz, my patience running thinner than water. The girl was fashionably late according to what my assistant Drake had whispered into my ears, an 'I told you so' evident in his tone. I rolled my eyes up at him before turning to Ruth's assistant sitting lazily across me.

"When is she going to be here?" I questioned, rubbing my fingers against my forehead. I wasn't cranky in general, but she was already half an hour late and there was only so much I could take.

"She'll be here," he replied carelessly.

"We're leaving!" Dante snapped, rising to his feet. Dante was my partner in the business. Temperamental as he was, he also happened to have a calculating and persuasive side that worked well in the business.

The elevator dinged nearby and the assistant smirked at the two of us. The sharp sound of heels only confirmed that it was Ruth Diaz walking into the room. She appeared in front of the glass doors that swung to the sides detecting her presence.

I had seen Ruth before in magazines. She was one of the hottest businesswomen, that was no secret and her work was fine, classy, and dark, which made it all the more attractive, but no photo could've captured her for who she really was.

Underage was the first thought that came to my mind. There was no way she was old enough to be handling a company, much less be that famous.

She had layered bangs covering her forehead and her hair was down. She was in a black v-neck top and black pants with a black blazer on top. Her jewelry was all silver in color, but having read her thoughts on the element, he was certain they were made of gold.

White gold hoops hung low from her ears, and a simple chain was around her neck. A smartwatch was on her wrist: black and circular and on her neck was a skull tattoo. Black hair, black eyes, black outfit: she looked like an angel.

But underage was still a doubt in his head.

"Oh, darling, you're here finally," her assistant purred, turning to her.

She clicked a pen that was in her hand. There was no humor on her face, no smile, no spark in her eyes. She bent to whisper something in her assistant's ears, flashing her cleavage to us in the process.

Her hand reached out near his neck and she pulled on the tie he was wearing from behind. His jerky expression melted away as she spoke seductively, "I am not your darling. But you're still my bitch. Get out and send Emily in,"

The guy tried to play it cool but the calm threat sounded scary even to me, and I had a gun in my pocket. He left while Ruth straightened up and her lips curved up the slightest bit as she looked at Dante.

"Ruth,"

"Dante,"

And that was all the greeting that they gave each other.

She offered me her hand and said, "Ruth Diaz,"

"Christian Walker," I took her hand in mine and gasped internally at how small it was. If I were to measure it with mine, it would probably not even reach my fingers.

"Where were you, Ruth?" Dante questioned irritably. She pulled back her hand and gave him a stare that seemed to say it all. I took in the tension between the two of them and cleared my throat. Ruth's eyes bored sharply into mine and I realized for the first time how intimidating she actually was.

Dante and I ran a private security agency. Dante managed the arms while I handled the cyber part. Ruth was famous for her shadows. On the cover, she was a fashion industrialist. She had the designs and the brains, but that was all to hide her dabbling into espionage.