Kittie Tales

Chapter Five II

Chapter Five II: The Deadly Proposal.

It was all gone.

All of it.

The courage I had gathered while making 'polite' conversation with Miss tacky airhead had all floated off through the windows as I pulled open the doors and walked in.

It was darkness in here, something darker than dark. The drapes that seemed like Erebus himself, had been drawn close, letting in only a thin slice of light that did almost nothing to illuminate the dark figure sitting behind the desk at the far corner of the room and obviously watching my every move. I'm sure that bodyguard, was it Seth, was somewhere in this room right now, watching me with owlish perception. In other words, I looked like a poor and lost soul standing in front of the Great god of the underworld Hades and awaiting judgement.

That was how it looked, really...

I gulped inaudibly. Not out of fear, though, I would never admit that. I think it's the indigestion problem I've been having since just now...

When I was sure my legs would allow me walk easily without bumping into any nearby furniture and falling face down, all the while embarrassing myself in front of the Big Boss and his bodyguard, I gathered up a little bit of my long-lost courage and dragged my feet unwillingly towards my doom i.e the front of the desk. His face came into view and he was staring intently and silently at me.

I tucked my unruly brown curls behind my ears nervously and averted my gaze to take in the office but I wasn't really seeing anything. Not that I was blindfolded though, It was too uncomfortable to take in the interior decor of the place when you're being stared at like that.

He continued to stare.

I cleared my throat awkwardly to draw his attention.

I mean, I'm still standing. What kinda bastard – clears throat – I mean, boss invites, no, demands the presence of a lady employee at his office and still keeps her standing?

He completely ignored me and my awkwardness and continued to rain his calculating gaze on yours truly, Me.

Okay, I've had enough. The guy could be practically undressing me right now, the creep!

Pervert!

"You demanded to see me, David", a voice that wasn't mine came out all soft and feathery and breathy. It almost sounded like one of those female protagonists in those movies where they're under the influence of an incredibly handsome male hero. We were just two people in this room, hopefully Seth isn't around today (highly doubtable) and it definitely wasn't the boss who just spoke. Definitely not. His voice was rock hard.

Wait.

That was me? How...? What the hell? Since when do I sound like a hormonal teenager? OhmyGod! That was so embarrassing..

Silence.

More silence.

Morer silence. Just staring.

I'm not taking this any longer.

"Um, David..."

"It's Sir to you, Miss Montez. This, as you can clearly see is a working environment", an unmistakable cold and deep voice spoke up in the background. Yes! This is his voice. Rock hard. And British-accented.

"Yes, of course Sir", I replied. "May I sit down now?"

"No, you may not", he simply said.

Why you...?! Are we stingy with chairs now? Really?