The Surreptitious Mr. Wolfe

Part Four- Intense Conversations

❇❇❇ INTENSE CONVERSATIONS❇❇❇

"Have a seat at my desk."

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Ella held her breath and walked towards the mahogany desk.

"Please, sit." He instructed, swiftly gesturing towards a black, leather chair.

Ella hesitantly pulled out the chair and sat down. She hated confrontation. Her hands nervously formed a basket on her shaking lap and her thumbs aggressively wrestled each other.

He sat down, chin on his woven hands- eying her mannerisms.

He lifted his head and set his hands down.

"You are a nervous, young girl. Miss..." He waited for a response.

"Avery. Ella Avery..." She timorously began, barely making eye contact. "--Sir." She hastily added.

He exhaled with humour.

"You don't have to add the word "Sir" in every sentence, young one." He replied.

"You're an adult. I was taught to call all adults, 'sir' or 'ma'am.' I wish to show you respect." She courteously replied, raising her head only a little.

"Well, if that is the case, then who am I to question or correct how you were raised?" He asked with a smile.

Ella remained quiet.

He was odd. She could barely believe the articles she read about him the night before.

"Ruthless?"

It was impossible to believe that he was the same person the media kept stalking like eagles.

"Ella." He called out. Hearing him utter her name as if she was the only person on the entire planet who owned it, made her insides jolt with a mixture of nervousness and flattery.

"Y-yes?" She asked, trying to look him in the eye.

"You're hiding behind your hair. I don't really like when people fear me." He sternly said. He spoke to her as if she was a young child.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, his cell phone rang. He looked at the flashing screen and projected a look of brief shock.

"Excuse me for a moment. Don't move." He instructed. She was actually plotting on making an escape. After a few seconds of strenuous thinking, she decided against it.

This fire has spread enough.

Her thoughts then drifted to Jace and Vince. She needed to warn them!

She pulled out her cell and shot them both a text saying:

'Do not reach the top floor. I'm in trouble by the big boss. This is his floor!'

She felt a bit relieved. She was not going to allow her friends to crash and burn with her.

She sat in solitude, hearing the clock slowly tick. It was absolutely terrifying. She then heard Mr Wolfe's voice.