Untame My Heart

Chapter 3

Edited by: @RomanticZiggy

Layna sat down, taking out her pad and dumping it on her lap. She was angry, no, she was furious but for now she would control her temper and listen to the rude man.

She berated herself for not recognizing him. He was someone whom she admired, no, had admired and yet couldn't pin-point when he had been barely a breath away.

Layna wanted to kill herself or better yet Alan. He must have known that fool. In her defense, all she had was that she had literally begged Aunt Mary to invite the stupid man- Thomas Conrad to the party but had she divulged her any details. No, she had simply smiled and shook her head.

What a mess. Layna huffed and decided, she hated Aunt Mary. She hated Alan and she shot a glare at the man giving the speech. She definitely hated him.

With an applause that resounded throughout the room, Thomas stood straight with what could be termed as a grace of a panther; quietly, stealthily, taking what he wanted without any trepidation.

Why...why did that pure male voice fought and penetrate her well put up defenses?

He looked at everyone and smiled. Power and authority oozed out his persona. Damn! The man made a statement simply by existing. Thomas cleared his throat, and straight away shot from the hip “ Diplomacy…” within seconds he managed to groom in all the attention to him.

“It is not something that is static but an amalgamation of current usage weighing the national correct analysis of the past events....."

She was shimmering under her thinly controlled fury, and with an exaggerated force that left blots on her paper took notes while battling with an urge to bolt out.

The nerve of the man, one thing she hated with a passion was to be laughed at and she had not an iota of doubt in her mind that he had not just made a fool out of her but must have had a fun time laughing at her.

An usher. My foot.

She pressed her pen furiously leaving a hole in the paper.

Hell! He played a game on her. She was made to look stupid. She cursed her brain, why couldn’t she recognize him.

What the hell? Wasn’t being a teacher meant keeping your eyes and ears open. And now look what had she done. Layna knew she would be ashamed of her lapse. It was a horrible mistake. She had pegged him as an usher.

Gosh! Asked him to do his duty. Now, she realized the instincts were never wrong. Her instincts had all but shouted at her, making her notice subtle things that did not gel with the job she had pegged him for. But, her brain, always managed to turn into mush when she most needed it.

God! What a blunder.

Now, she had no choice but to sit and listen to him.

As he explained the finer points of geo political and economic trade-off in International politics.