Smirks & Glares [On Hold]

#16, Cruelly Yours

I was staring at the tall skyscrapers through the window, fiddling with my bracelet when someone knocked on  my small cabin door.

"Cara?"IM calls my name and peeps in through the door.

I immediately sit up straight and in my haste cause the pens and markers to fall down. I ignore the stuff and shoot a smile.

"Yes ma'am! Please come in." I say, my voice coming out rushed.

She walks in, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She looks around and I get up. She had a file in her hand and without saying anything hands it out to me along with an official letter.

"I got a call from Mr. Evans right now. He wants this small work to be done." She says and I slowly take it from her confused. 

"Oh okay, I'll just go over it." I say politely and she goes out, not before eyeing the fallen mess on the floor. She raises an eyebrow and I purse my lips. 

After she is gone I bend down to get a hold of the coloured pens which had rolled all over, I pick them in a bundle and shove them into the pen stand.

 If he had some 'work' he could have contacted me directly. What is the meaning of this? What if IM thinks I am not capable of having good relations with my clients? It is not so, well yes Asher is an exception but still I am sure we can at least have a civil and professional relationship.

I roll my eyes and hear my phone buzz. I pick if up to see that I had a text message from the devil himself. 

"Crazy Girl! How are you today? I hope you got the work I sent for you."

I make a sour face and go to open the file ignoring his message when another message stopped me.

"Its a surprise."

What?

"Oh and also, be ready by four tomorrow." 

FOR WHAT?!

I reply asking him a dozen questions but he doesn't respond back. I try dialing his number but was met with an engaged tone. THIS MAN!

I open the file hastily and see it had the details of a business seminar. I look at it confused, what does he want me to do?  I proceed on to read the letter, the business envelope had a proper wax seal with his company logo, the extravagance makes me scoff. I carefully remove it my my nail file and take the letter out.  

 'Dear Cara,

                I want you to make proper arrangements for the business meet which will be held three days later. I will offer you a good amount, don't worry. I have included the list of things and I want the work done precisely like that. 

              For your information, you will have to come with me for four days since the conference will be held in the neighbouring city and Ms. Moreau has permitted you four days of work leave.

Yours  sincerely,

Asher Evans.' 

She did? 

My phone buzzes again receiving another text from Asher. 

"Flip through."

Flip through? Flip through what? One more text pops up.

"The file." 

Ugh.

I flip though the pages and a note falls down. I pick it up and stare wearily at the folded crisp sheet of paper. After a moment of mentally cursing the paper and Asher I open it sharply. My eyes go wide when I read what is written.