A Sinful Night

HER; 'MONSTER'

Ｌｉｓａ'ｓ　ＰＯＶ　ポ遠じ

"Miss Lisa, the meeting got delayed for some unknown reason—". My secretary sighed among her words, knowing well the void that attracts my anger.

"Jong -In". I muttered with disgust.

He knew canceling plans - deals, and not negotiating would make me mad. He knew that irritation is my thing when my partners aren't responsible enough for the business they should be committed to.

And here is what comes among madness; the wiped sanity of decisions, the certainty of war when we're in peace.

I can't deal with his childish behaviors. My gaze met the secretary's frightened one, as she held up her posture, waiting for me to get all mad at her. But, madness isn't always a key to solving and getting answers.

I took a deep breath, looking her deep in the eye, as she politely held my gaze, I gave her a nod.

She blinked in confusion, I arched my eyebrows together as she parted her lips to speak; "Y-you aren't mad ma'am?".

I shrugged, "why would I be mad at you?".

"Yeah okay, I'm sorry ma'am".

"No, it's okay. It's not your fault, I just want you to know if Ruby is home.. or not". The devil inside of me smirked, but my angel was nowhere in sight to save me.

The girl nodded, "I will try calling her ma'am".

I thanked her and leaned back on my seat, holding whatever silence I could give away, out in the open.

No one will ever know the depth of my silence.

As time passed by, and I waited patiently for an answer. Min- Joon knocked on the door softly, I motioned for her to come in.

She looked down at the ground, I frowned, "What's wrong?".

"Ma'am, she didn't pick up, her phone is out of service". With that, I shot out of my seat, in worry? Of course not.

I massaged my temple and closed my eyes for a second. Slowly tried to think of a way, to not let my inner self come at ease.

'It's a game of fate'.

My eyes shot open, trying to shut the voice out of my head.

"Are you okay Miss Lisa?".

"Yes, I'm okay". I blankly answered.

I'll always be okay.

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My hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, one black leather glove beholding my sanity, into my fingers that drummed against the steering wheel. What is going on?

Is something wrong with her?

Her.

She doesn't matter.

I shrugged the thoughts that dazzled against my head, in perfect lines.