For the Love of Miranova

Chapter 9: Cats Don't Listen

It wasn't long before his gps had guided him to the outskirts of town and onto a freshly paved road surrounded by tall thick trees that gave a nice amount of shade on the hot bright day. Once he pulled up to the decently sized 5-story building, he pulled into a parking space labeled 'Visitors'. He then reached into the seat behind him and grabbed his black undershirt, yanking it over his head as quickly as possible, hoping her coffee wouldn't be too cold by the time he reached her. He gathered the papers, along with her food, and dashed into the building, straight for the front desk.

"I need to see Ms. Miranova as soon as possible." He said to the brunette behind the front desk. The woman reeked of burnt flesh, informing him that she was some sort of demon.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?" She quizzed, her gaze glued to whatever she was typing on the computer before her.

"Well, no..." he frowned, "but I'm sure she'll see me."

"I'm sorry, sir. I cannot allow you passage without an appointment."

Sam groaned as he raked a hand through his hair, "You don't understand. We bumped into each other just a little while ago. She dropped these papers, and left without getting her order. If you could just summon her, I'm sure she'll confirm everything."

She shook her head, "I apologize, sir, but she is in a meeting, and I cannot let you through without an app-"

"Appointment, I get it..." he mumbled combing his hand through his locks again with a sigh.

"What is going on here?" Asked a deep male voice, laced with a light Latin accent.

"Mr. Miranova, sir!" The secretary jumped up the greet the man with a low bow, "This gentleman is requesting to see Ms. Miranova, sir. He says he has paperwork that belongs to her, along with her forgotten breakfast, sir."

Sam turned his gaze from the woman behind the desk, to the man now standing beside him. Immediately, he could see the resemblance between the man and the mysterious 'K. Miranova'. They shared the same strong facial structure, the same olive skin complexion, and the same small stubborn cleft in their chin. His hair was a cocoa brown with gray streaks at his temples, and for the most part, his hair was cut short, save for his fringe, which famed his face in a way that made the man look admittedly even more attractive than he had already appeared, and he stood to be just an inch or two shorter than Sam's 6'3" frame.

"Then why is he still standing here, Deidra? She's up there emptying everything in her briefcase and is running late for a very important meeting, all because she's missing the pages of the contract that he has!" He scolded the woman, who visibly cowered back a bit in shame. "We've already told you, walk-ins are always welcome here. Not every being has the ability or knowledge to call ahead, especially when it is urgent."

"M-my apologies, sir..." she answered, fumbling for a visitor's pass.

"Don't bother. I will take him up myself," Mr. Miranova grumbled, turning away from the woman.

"S-sir...?"

Mr. Miranova let out a heavy sigh, not turning to look at the woman as he spoke, "For your sake, I will pretend that this didn't happen. Don't let it happen again, am I understood?"

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir."

Mr. Miranova waved a hand toward himself, indicating for Sam to follow him as he pulled out his cell phone. "Mí vída, there's someone here with your missing progress papers and your breakfast."

Sam could hear her squeal of excitement from the other side of the elevator, and chuckled as Mr. Miranova pressed the button for the 5th floor. "Yes, I'm bringing..." He raised his gaze toward his companion with a questioning expression.