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Chapter 8: A Hand of Conciliation

Rue Scarce

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The first, I was being held captive with a man who calls himself my husband who wants nothing but my body. The second, an egotistical man barges in and tried to tie me d. own with him because for some reason, he likes my hair. And now, a stranger wants me to work for him, a complete novice man at that, just for my looks.

Does any man I encounter just wants me for my physical appearance? Mysterious as it may seem, I feel comfortable with the first two, but the last one is not someone to be anticipated.

His intimidating presence reminds me of myself and I am not about to go there.

I agreed with Mr Stone's offer. I can't just bring myself to turn it down when all I wanted is to have a job and he happens to give me one. We agreed in so many terms and conditions and made a contract. A one year line of work with the company and if I breached the contract, I'll have to pay a million dollars.

I know I made a rule not to catch any attention while doing this mission, but I guess I have no say. Being in the entertainment industry might benefit in my work, though there's a large possibility my husband might find me, I will still take the risk.

I sighed as I stare at myself in the mirror. Today is the day I will accompany Mr Stone and look at the collection I will be presenting. The President told me to dress formally and yet elegantly designed.

I wore a white dress that fell over my knees covered with white roses all over. I also wore a simple black coat and a golden belt chain clinging by my waist above the coat. I then wore a pair of silver sandals with two inch heels, seeing that I already have enough height.

I head out and made my way towards the entrance. A sleek black car is parked just in front of me and the driver opened the door for me to enter.

The moment I sat in, I caught sight of a pair of green eyes, staring straight into mine like they are seeing right through me.

"Greetings, Mr Stone." I gave the man a brief nod, realizing full well that I was just sitting next to him.

"You're from Europe, Miss Collins?" He asks, not bothering to look away from me.

"Yes. From the southern part specifically in England." I answered, confused as to why he wanted to know.

He only nods and averted his eyes as if my reply answered plenty of his questions.

"I just hope you won't be using my face for the advertisement." I mumbled, looking at him.

"I won't guarantee that I won't break any promises, but I'll have to ensure you that a deal's a deal." He tilts his head to look at me.

"Your beauty will give the company a big step to rise, but if you insist, I'll keep up at the end of the bargain."

I stared at the side of his face in surprise yet I quickly turned away. My instincts are screaming danger. I don't know this man full well but my instincts are never wrong. Whether he's good or not, he is still dangerous.

I gripped on the hems of my coat and urged myself to look out the window instead of staring at the man beside me. Staring at him means I'll find something, but he's my boss and I don't want him to be suspicious of me as well.

When the car halts to a stop, Mr Stone went out of the car and held his hand out for me to reach.

I was hesitant but I took it anyway.

We walked up a flight of stairs, the path leading to a broad building covered with glass windows and golden lights with diamond glitters.

It looked like a place where thieves would be too amazed to steal. Mr Stone lets my hand go the moment we faced two suited men standing guard by the double glass doors.