Into My Heart

Haunted

For a minute Poplar stared at the well groomed group. There was a blond haired, blue eyed man with a broad grin on his lips. Then there was a gorgeous red head who seemed like a Victoria Secret model. There was a brunet whose scarlet lips were on a thin line as if assessing the childish light pink on Poplar's lips. She was wearing a white expensive top and matching pearl earrings. A tall blond girl who seemed in her late twenties looked like Helen of Trojan. Then a brown haired tall lanky fellow whose face was utterly unreadable. All looked as if they are from Wall Street. They smelled like money.

There were two more, but Poplar was awakened from the trance by a deep rough voice that belonged to Wulfnight Grey.

"I said good morning Miss Poplar."

Does that mean he said good morning to her before while she was standing there pathetically? Looks like it was the case.

"Ahhh...Mister Wulf. Good morning as well. Ahhh it was a little surprising ...."
Poplar looked at the round table which was literary staring at her.

The blond blue eyed dude looked surprised. He was mouthing something looked similar to a "Mister Wulf" to the brown ice faced dude. The brunette seemed amused and less intimidating now.

"I believe Matilda breifed you before coming in." Wulfnight Grey asked from a still standing Poplar.

"Ummmm.... She kind of did. But I guess I missed some of it." Poplar said, blushing.

"That explains. Please have a seat Miss Poplar. We will do this from the begining."

Explains what? What has he planned now? Is he going to cancel the contract? Questions swam in Poplar's brain until an 'ahem and a cough' from the blue eyed blond dude brought Poplar back to the present.

Wulfnight Grey was looking at her as if she was from Jupiter or something. The brunette still looked amused.

Poplar sat in the only vacant seat, directly facing Wulfnight Grey, between the Victoria Secret model and the Greek goddess. If it was not so intimidating, Poplar would have shared a smile or two with the blue eyed blond dude who looked approachable and ready for basic polite human communication.

Wulfnight Grey opened his mouth to say something, but he looked at Poplar and no sound came out. He shook his head as if disappointed about something that Poplar had no clue of. He then turned to his right where the blue eyed nice guy was sitting.

"Miss Poplar, this is Anderson Parker. The owner of Channel W. Andy, I am sure you know who she is." Wulfnight was introducing the group to her.

"Of course, Miss Poplar I am a fan of your. So is my sister. I liked both your books. It's a pleasure to meet you." the blue eyed dude who now has a name, said while smiling warmly at her. "Oh and I am officially Night's best friend. We grew up together..."

Anderson would have gone on but a strict look from Wulfnight silenced him.

"And this is Venessa, she is the director of Winter Love." Wulfnight said pointing the direction of the Greek Goddess, who slightly nodded her head to acknowledge the presence of Poplar.

Did he say Winter Love??? Poplar loved the movie. Watched it when ever she need some emotional rejuvenating.

"Then to your right is Amanda and to your left is Edward." Wulfnight said pointing the red head and the ice faced. "Edward here is the CEO of the Fabric and Amanda owns the Bonita."

Poplar thought she was dreaming. Suddenly the board room looked like a power house. Edward should be The Edward Holder, the CEO of the biggest advertising group in the history of all time and Amanda freaking Rosette was the owner of Bonita international group and companies. Bonita IGC had everything to do with fashion.

"This is my sister Penelope," Wulfnight went on saying, pointing to his right at the brunette. Suprisimgly, the brunette smiled with Poplar, her attitude simply vanished. "Hello Poplar. I love the way you say Mister Wulf! Nobody dares call him that. Everyone either say Night or Grey. But you of course most unwittingly calls him Mister Wulf!!!"

Poplar found the red lipstick brunette as much amusing as the latter found the former to be. For once, she did not know wulfnight had a sister. Second, she didn't know Wulfnight Grey had a name preference.Third, the girl seemed to have her own mind. Fourth, her laughter rang like a bell. The kind of lead character Poplar would like to have in her novels.

An 'ahem 'and from Wulfnight silenced the girl, but Poplar was quite sure it was quite temporarily.

Then Wulfnight turned to his left. Until then, Poplar couldn't figure out who was sitting in the shadows. The next moment, a familiar face came out of the shadow.It was bloody freaking Julian Stoneheart. Poplar gulped, her heart hammering against her chest so hard that she couldn't breath. It was Julian literary Stoneheart, her childhood best friend, her heartbreaker and her teen crush, now a Hollywood f#cking famous star.

"Hi, Pop" Julian Stonehart said beaming at her. Poplar didn't know what to say. He was her best friend, but he was her heart breaker. She thought she knew him, but looking eye to eye, she was glad there was a considerable distance between them. Julian's throat looked very strangle+able. Yet Poplar found herself politely smile at the movie star, who looked smoldering hot by the second.

"Hi there Jul. Long time no see." Poplar found herself saying. They silently looked into eachother's eyes until an almost angry, sharp interruptive voice boomed.

"You two know each other before?" It was Wulfnight Grey. He was almost glaring at Julian Stonehart and looked quizzically at Poplar.

Poplar opened her mouth to answer but Julian Stonehart beat her to it.

"She is my childhood beastie and my first teen love, Grey. I know a thing or two about her."

Poplar would have blushed hearing the words but for his haughty undertone. The Julian Hollywood Stonehart was not the same Julian Stonehart Poplar knew, and she didn't like it.

It was not pleasent to be haunted by a sad, angry past.