Beautifully Broken

- 10 -

"Head up, Princesa, walk with purpose." 
(Princess)

Cole whispers in my ear as we walk into his company building.

The doors are revolving, I've always loved revolving doors. My father had some installed in his building for every time we visited him at work. 

I push through the doors, walking in, one heel in front of the other. Hips swaying in rhythm with each other. They teach you how to walk at my job in the club. They want you to show confidence, to show power over yourself. It wards off the creeps, but it attracts the businessmen.

That have business pockets

Cole's pace falling in line with mine, hand still at the small of my back. He gives a small nod to the men standing in front of a stainless steel elevator. Before we get to the elevator one of them, presses the button immediately, opening the doors. Once the doors close, Cole and I are all alone.

"Is this whole building yours?" I ask, staring at the changing numbers on top of the elevator. 

"Yes, all 36 floors." He checks his watch.

I could jump on him right there, he just looked so good

"I have to ask," I finally turn to my body towards him just to see him already looking at me, "Why does the gang leader need a company? Is it a distraction? Like money laundering?"

His chuckle is subtle, deep. It bounces off the steel walls of the elevator, then dances in my ears.

The elevator doors open and he attaches his hand to my back again. We walk through the floor, there's a lady at a small desk on the right of the elevator. 

She's pretty. 

If I had to take a guess, I would say she's twenty-one. Once she hears the footsteps, her head perks up, a dazzling smile crosses her face. Then her eyes catch my mine, the smile immediately falling into a soft scowl. From the corner of my eye, I see Cole staring straight. Nodding at a guard on the left then continuing to look forward. He looks as if he doesn't notice the beauty staring hopelessly at him. Her eyes plead with desperation. 

She likes him, and he doesn't notice

The small wave of relief that flows over me is one that I'm embarrassed by. I would be a fool to think he noticed me either. We finally reach a large door, he opens it for me, gesturing for me to walk in. I nod in appreciation, before strutting in. 

The office is intimidatingly beautiful. The walls covered in an emerald green that complimented the dark furniture nicely. Couches on each side of the room.

However, the windows that lined the back wall is what caught my eye. I walk forward to get a better look at them. The windows gave a perfect view of the city. The busy people scattering the streets, talking, walking. 

Building tops littered the clear blue sky. 

"¿Te gusta, Hermosa?" His voice invades my thoughts.
(Do you like it, Beautiful?)

I don't answer, I just press my hand to the cold glass. Cole walks next to me, looking out the window as well

"To answer your question from earlier," He starts, sitting in the traditional office chair, but this one is a green velvet color matching the walls. 

"No, it's not money laundering. It is, however, a distraction, but not for law enforcement. It's for the people, the charity events I go to is for the trading that goes on in the building. People know of me as a businessman. They think I'm dangerous, but they don't know why. The world is fucked up, people know that, but it's important for them not to know just how fucked up it truly is." He explains.