THE DEATH LORD'S QUEEN

Laila Cadogan

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"Fuck you!!!, Damn itttttt!!!!" She slammed her hands on the steering wheel.

"That fucking bitch has the audacity to overtake ME, you messed with wrong person babe" with that she hit the accelator, she hated when someone overtook her she hated it to the core. Spending a fortune on Jesko Absolut was for a reason.

Laila runs a successful cosmetics business which involves no animal harm. Using this as a marketing strategy of environment friendly cosmetics became major reason for the huge hit of her products.

"Come on Beau, show this bitch what you got" the engine roared like it understood the assignment. Her eyes fixed on opponent in front of her who was giving an excellent match to her. She calculated the gap and then hit her accelator. Her hands grip on steering wheel made her knuckles turn white. Not for a second she blinked or turned her eyes away. She changed the gear and hit the maximum speed limit which she reached in less than 5 seconds, everything seemed to have disappeared on the highway, she felt her heart would explode. If her opponent changed his lane she would be fucked up.

Risk is all I deal with, she said herself. as her car was approaching the opponents porsche the sudden adrenaline kick made her feel high.

Laila overtook her opponent from right with a proud smirk on her face. With a last look on her rear view, she drove to her house.

Her apartment felt the same lonely and depressing, but she was in a good mood today. She did not get such competitor's everyday.

FEAR was written on the rear windscreen of the car she overtook. She knew what it meant not that the car owner wanted others to fear, it was just like an self introduction - ' I am the FEAR '.

She chuckled, hers had BHITIHARA written on which is a name given to Indian Goddess known for the one who removes fear itself. Such a coincidence she thought, FEAR LOST TO ITS DESTROYER.

You are a kid sometimes Laila. She was smiling after so many days, Last was when she bought her beau - her car. Name means lover.

Gazing at the sunset from her balcony with her favourite Extra strong coffee in her hand, felt like she is at the top. She had everything now a career, power, respect, house, dresses from across the world, food, skincare, it was silly to count this but she knew its worth. She could not even think about affording them back then. Now that she has everything anyone could ever dream off, she wanted to live this very moment till the nightmare of having love... haunted her again. Let us enjoy being THIS - a rich 'TIGRESS' she told herself.

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' Mr. Charles, requests a talk with you Laila' - Saniya, Laila's assistant announced. She liked being called by her name rather than Mam/Madam, just by removing that barrier she gained a connection with her employees. It was hard to bring that change, but who has guts to question her?

'I told you before Sania, no more appointments for today' Laila declared gazing at her desktop.

'I informed him the same, he says it is something you should not miss out on'

That made her look at Sania, Mr. Charles is a complete bullshit man he hates females who rise above him. So Laila made sure to ignore him at any given chance, she could not tolerate that man for a minute. But she liked being well informed, no harm in listening what he got.

'Okay'

In just another 2 mins of Sania moving out, Mr. Charles moved in like he owns this place HER place. His eyes fixed on the name plate on her desk like he already has planned seeing his name in there.

' Ms. Laila Cadogan, pleasure meeting you in person. You indeed are a beauty people call you' he extended his hands for an handshake, like she would give him one.
Gesturing towards the chairs was all she did looking at the man. He took his hands back into pockets, trying to hide insult.

'What's your business here, Charles' her dark voice even on the lowest volume was enough to ring through the entire room. She must remind him why men fear her, she must remind him when anyone touches what is hers how she destroys them, she must remind him what she did in past and what she is capable of doing right now. She must remind him why she is called so.

'You are exactly the wild cat people call you'

'TIGRESS is what they call me, Mr. Charles'

'Indeed, you own so many names Laila. I don't have time to have guessing them right, Do I? ' he chuckled

You would have enough time when I break your those yellowish teeth, and neck, direct admission to mortuary she told herself. He breathes so fucking loud. Annoying.

'5 mins' - That was enough she felt to let the man know she can't stand him the 6th minute in front of her.

He let out a laugh,

What the....

'I recently got to know about your special friend 'Dr. Sandra', we will meet on Tuesday next week to get finished with the deal' he finished with a wink at her.

Her heartbeat, it felt like she could not feel it anymore. Blood drained her face, no.. no this can't be happening her very enemy cannot know about her weaknesses...

' See I took only 1 min, How generous of you to stand me till 5th Min because I cannot stand you for the very next second' he spat

'I like this TIGRESS, FEAR looks good in the eyes of its destroyer - BHITIHARA, you call yourself' he walked out laughing like an idiot.

Bastard, he says he has no time knowing my names but used 2 of then in the same sentence, she thought.

Wait.... the one she won in yesterday's road race was him????

Fuckkkk!!!!

She slammed her fist on the table, the loss made him restless surely. I have to let go of racing habits, See the mess you landed into, she told herself.

She left her office early today, to plan for her next day. No,

For her next win.

It's time for Charles to go down.