NEVER EVER (Charlotte's story)

Chapter 39: Locked Up!

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The four of us walked after the president as he marched pridefully in front of us, storming into the hotel as if it was his ─and who knows? It might be.

The silence roaming between us was truthfully stressing, but all of us knew it could not be helped. Harveston's topic did the unexpected  to our previous friendly aura, even Sarah was now silent, she still had her normal cheerful grin, though.

I glanced at Mr. Leonard, he didn't have his normal smile, and his expression was a gloomy one.

My heart tightened. Why won't you say anything, Mr. Leonard?

Jaden walked beside me, and I glanced at him too, he simply smiled reassuringly and nodded. At such times when everyone seems so gloomy, I come to think it's nice to have a close friend like Jaden around!

My eyes finally traveled to rest on the −okay I'll admit− assuring back, and slender figure of an employer I had.

Ugh. Why is it that I can't smell anything but his intoxicating scent?! Unfair!

He was greeted by each and every sane person in the hotel, if they were ignorant enough not to figure out who he was, they would be 'human' enough to stare at him until he passed all along while not even glancing at them.

A guide greeted us, and showed us to the meeting wide, wide floor.

It somehow resembled a ballroom.

It had a large, almost infinite, table of served, high-classed food, which varied from Italian, to French, to English, and many, many others.

I felt my mouth water. Ugh! Why does food have to be so hot?!

The guide excused himself, and we lead ourselves across the meeting floor ─Or, shall I say, his majesty the leader, did.

I examined more of the floor, which was entirely reserved for the meeting of the shareholders; it had stairs on the opposite side of the entry we were at. The stairs which must lead to the rooms belonging people of the meeting floor, I figured.

The other food-less area of the floor was prepared for a meeting to take place. The part had a wide smart board, so we can share ideas through it, as well as seats before it, and a desk for negotiations and discussions, laptops, screens, and all the stuff, etc.

Two people stood in the whole floor.

A woman. And a man.

Paris Fiore, and... I guess the rumored Mr. Bard.

Paris Fiore wore a purple, figure-hugging dress, it showed her curves to the tiniest details.

She stood arrogantly, and her long legs were displayed fully, for the dress was too short. You might as well add some ten 'O's to the 'too'.

Her heels were, I would bet my top hat if I had been wearing one, most definitely longer than nine inches.

Her dress was short sleeved, and it gave a good view of her broad shoulders, and large chest.

Well, I have an adequate chest too ─something I usually felt shy about, but now, seeing it was a sign of her beauty, I think I felt a little proud to share such a trait too.

Though, when comparing our lower departments, I failed miserably, I admit. Dang!

My eyes drifted to the man beside her, as we approached them.