Arcane

Chapter 1: Bewitched

"I won't tolerate your bullshit Robert, Get this work done till tomorrow or you are going to be thrown out of this company in a heartbeat." He threatened the poor guy who was shaking in fear, about to take a leak in his pants due to extreme anxiety. His usual cold, cutting tone managed to scare the shit out of every single soul out there. "Out Now" he growled. "Y-y-yes M-mister A-a-alliso-n" the guy said, trembling and stuttering. He picked up the file and held it close to his chest, like his life depends on it.

"I-I will t-try my best t-to improve Mr. A- allison" he said fixing his glasses and rushed out of the room. "Why have you employed such idiots in my company Rowan?" the cold dude said to the uninterested fellow sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling(maybe counting the layers of paint?). "Oh, huh? Me? Are you talking to me?" Rowan said, exasperated. "No. I am talking to the cat in the painting hung there." he replied, massaging his nose bridge, frustratedly. "Oh, hehe..So, ignoring your sarcasm and talking about that nerd, his grades were all good and he passed the interview and has been working for two years as an intern in this company already, doing a pretty good job. Hence, you CANNOT question my choice Zyran. Over and out." Rowan said in one breath, gasping for air afterwards. "When will you stop over exaggerating things and behaving like a five year old?"

Zyran said (done with his best friend's rants). Rowan scoffed and replied "And when will YOU stop behaving like a jerk to everyone. No, seriously..are you an iceberg from Antarctica? Your voice is so icy that I feel chills EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME. Did you see that nerd?! He was about to pee in his pants because of the way you were glaring at him, He was shaking like a dying fish! And that is not all- HEY! I AM TALKING TO YOU MISTER! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?!" Rowan complained. "My ears might bleed if I stay here any longer"Zyran said, walking towards the door of his huge ass, luxurious office,waving one of his hand lazily, other one secured in his pocket.

CATHERINE

"Hey nerd? Got scolded again? I told you- wait. OMG! Are you crying?!" Mr. Allison's personal assistant exclaimed. "Shut it Catherine! I am not crying, It's just-just, Why is he so cruel?!" Robert said and finally broke down. "Hey, it's okay. He's like that to every single person." Catherine said softly, trying to cheer Robert up. She patted his back and dragged him along to get coffee. "To the cafeteria!" She exclaimed, pointing her finger in a random direction like a pirate. Robert giggled and trailed behind her, still sniffing.

ROWAN

I was passing through the hallways of the building, trying to find that brat, how can he disrespect my words like that. I huffed in annoyance. Well, I am glad that I am the only one who can talk to him like this. Fun fact: If you raise your voice in front of him, you.are.a.dead.meat and I am NOT kidding. That bish does not let anyone (Even his own father) over him, except me of course.I mean who can stop a handsome, talented- I came out of my thoughts when I heard someone crying. Oh oh. " He- he t-turned me d-down b-brutally and humiliated me i-in f-front o-of e-everyone!" A girl was crying her eyes out and shouting like there's no tomorrow. Her mascara was smudged with her lipstick and her hairs were a mess. Another victim? "It's okay Ryle, he does this to everyone" her friend (I suppose) said consoling her, hugging her. "Why does he have to be so drop dead handsome?!" Ryle exclaimed, still in tears. Her friend gazed awkwardly at her, finding her wierd. I mean, who would not? "Ryle, you should calm down. You are a newcomer so you won't know but Mr. Allison turning down girls is as common as you putting makeup on your face and you do that everyday. There are rumours that he once rejected the daughter of a very influential politician and that politician was not able to do anything about it. That's how strong Mr. Allison stands." Her friend completed. I was enjoying the drama way too much. Ryle was dumbfounded and staring at her friend, as if she had seen Mr. Correy(the gatekeeper) doing belly dance. Ryle started again, " Why? Why does he have to have such a strong and manly built, such broad shoulders, such long and strong legs?! And- and his face, oh. my. god..Don't get me started.." She pretended to faint and continue. I am clearly more handsome. Damn. "His face seems as if, god took his time preparing it and putting his abilities to use at the fullest. He is a work of art. Do you see his eyes? They shine like blue crystals, like a frozen lake and they are worth drowning into. His perfectly sculpted jaw, that could cut if you touch it and his shaped and pointed nose. His long eyelashes and his perfectly trimmed eyebrows.. His hair?! That brownish golden cascade of locks. Ahh. They are so smooth, silky and soft, like butter. If I ever get a chance to touch it. I won't wash my hands in this life. (ewww) Those streaks of hair that fall on his forehead drive me crazy! AND HIS VOICE?! He can make anyone shudder with his deep, melodious and enthralling voice. His scent is so powerful, it defines luxury. His whole existence is fascinating. He is a goddamn greek god! His aura screams authority, dominance and elegance. He is-"

"Hello? Is this the 34th sector mental hospital?", Her friend worriedly glanced at Ryle as she put her phone to her ear". Ryle looked at her, annoyed. Bwahahahah. She is totally bewitched by Zyran. I have got some hot tea to spill to Zyran. Where is he anyway?. I continued my search.