Envelope

I sat still gazing over the starry sky. The wind whistles softly, while the moon radiantly shines, against the shimmering light of the star. A breath sparingly falls off, a heave of relief fluttering over me.

The days had gone by like blurring mist. Like a damsel seated in wait for her Prince, Thane had vanished without a word or notice, leaving me with nothing but a spare note of his absence, from his headquarters.

If you're wondering, there was no appointment, that too had gone. Only texts of what to learn and study, ticks of things to clear up, which took days, and now I'm sitting here, free of all I had to do.

The night is pretty much, perhaps running through a slot of eight and nine, that's when I see the ray shine, with the wind carrying the soft wheeling sounds of his cars. It comes to view from afar, spaced my orchids and flower gardens, it races through the tracks, halting over the building.

My feet lifts me up, the moment his voice comes singing from beneath me. Leading me down, towards the entrance of the house, I halt at the sight of his appearing figure, second guessing why I'm here before him.

“Good day Sir”

“It's Thane, I recall saying” he swings in, his stern voice cutting in.

Thane walks by, barely acknowledging my presence as his eyes never sprout towards me. With his eyes fixed on his phone, he lays his briefcase on me, while scrolling through a long written text.

“Sorry, Sir Thane” I apologise, feeling his eyes lifting towards me, while I grip hold of his suitcase.

“Are you hard of hearing ?“ His question slams hard against my face. I never saw that coming, and I thought…“It's Mr Thane, or Thane, nothing extra” he says, with a low , demanding tone.

His words cut a nerve in me. I roll my eyes in, bating if to speak or hold my thoughts in, but I mumble on, barely incoherent with my disdain, and hurt which pounds in my chest.

“Mr Thane, I'd love to have a word with you” I say, finally letting go of the fire in my brain. I should not give an apology, that's what I think. Fighting hard against a moral conduct of always saying the five magic words.

“Okay, But that should be in the office” he says, still festering in eyes in.

He stands, silently letting go of his shoes to the maid. He places his legs into flips which had been brought some moments back, right before he starts walking towards the steps.

I hear him sigh “clingy lots” he mutters, and I catch his words.

My mind drifts, and I sure know I'm right. There goes a rich man, always flirty and crushing hearts. They're never great, always tending to treat everything as something transactional or worthless.

“You said something ?“ He questions, making a sudden pause right before a wooden door.

“Sorry ?“ Those words fall off. I know nothing was said, or is he in some way uncomfortable by his rude reaction towards me ?

“Did you ?“

“No, Mr Thane” I give a sharp response, while rolling my eyes in, when he turns typing in the door's code.

The door clicks and I'm expecting. Maybe not much, since I got busy peering through the movement of his fingers and getting the code, then expecting what next I'd have to see in his private office.

A biting gust of wind pores against my face as he pushes open his door. My lips form and O shape, letting out air, while stepping into his freezing room. It is beautiful, a loft maybe, but more for file storing and an incase for a lengthy wooden table.

“There's a lot of empty space in here” that falls off, but he pays no mind, nor does he say a word on my comment.

Thane only walks behind his table, where he gets his tie taken off, and lets loose of the first three buttons of his shirt.

The window glass stands elegant here, the chandelier, a mighty, pretty stuff, hanging above my head. It takes a moment before I realise he's glaring, watching me twirl around, with eyes widely spread at the grandeur of a room.

“Do you wish to stare all day ? I might get you a bed” he says the moment our eyes catch on, drifting my neck unto standing at a spot.

“Sorry Sir, Sorry Thane, Mr Thane” My words stumble, making me an utter fool, as shame waves over my rumpled face.

I shut my eyes at the embarrassing gesture, lifting up my lids, to see his eyes turn away from me.

“You said you have something to get off your lips ?“ He questions, lifting his hands towards me, as he beckons for his briefcase.

“Yes Mr thane” I softly respond, lifting my hands to meet him, as I hand it in, withdrawing.

He slams it upon his desk, unzipping it, while silence folds us in, he draws out some papers, laying it down.

“And what is it ?“ He asks, still going on with his arrangements.

My breath shifts as my words come to mind. There's barely any way, I'm getting off this without a slightest scowl from his countenance.

“I thought I had a job as your personal assistant” I hear his feet stop in his tracks. He goes still, while saying nothing, and I know I have to rush through whatever I have to say “a week goes by, and I barely know where you are, nor how to properly respond to the calls which came in, asking for you” I state, hoping nothing rude popped up in between my speech.

“And so ?“ He questions, shaking me off with the calmness his voice exhumes. “What is it, you're demanding ?“ He asks, moving forward, and lifting his hands towards a book.

“I will love it, if I'm duly informed of your travels or at least given what to say, when such calls come in” I state, barely out of breath, as I feel my heart speed up, against my running breath.

A breath of silence washes over my face. While my fingers wrestle over themselves, he calmly looks through some documents, flipping away its pages for what seems forever. It takes a deal of time, before he slams it off, placing it over a rack, while he turns his focus towards me, snuffing what's left of my breath, off my nostrils.

“Are you sure you'd want that” he questions, walking in, as he stands at a spot. He folds his arm in, laying his eyes fully on me, for a while.

My feet wobble at the heaviness of his gaze. Never has he been upfront with me like this and it shoots my pants off. I thought I had courage, but it fades like dew. And in a moment, I'm almost screaming.

“Yes, I'm sure” I say, heaving at the cool off that I hadn't stumbled on my words.

“Okay then” he says “I will be sure to do so” he tells me, and for a moment I stand oddly silent, with a blank brain, and no words to speak.

Now I didn't expect that. It is a usual phenomenon that the wealthy hate being monitored or controlled. While I have the best intentions for my job, I do expect some retort, but that doesn't seem to be coming.

“Is that all ?“ he asks, slamming his body against his chair, with his breath pouring out.

“Yes, it is” I respond, turning away to leave, as I guess that's his next demand, but it isn't exactly so.

“I did not permit your exit, did I?“ He says, racking his chair audibly, while I turn towards him. “I believe Ava informed you of my late appointments ?“ he questions, gazing at me while I nod in response. “Great. So you'd be staying up till morning, so you can hand in the envelope and also escort him out” he tells me, waving his hands for my exit, but halts me over one last time. “Remember, you don't see” he says, excusing me.

I do agree, nodding my head for the third time before I leave. Now the possibility of going blind is something else for. Walking back to my office, I feel the curiosity set in. I'm always like this, never yielding, never changing. Has it led me into some past scrambles, yes that's for sure.

“I'm blind ?“ I scoff, laying into my seat “surely not” I say, quite interested in getting to know what's next, and what exactly is so hidden that he makes it clear all over.

For the rest of the night, I take my time sitting in gross anticipation. My mind is exactly where I want it to be. At the drop of his beep, my hands race over my desk, taking hold of the envelope, as I rush through the stairs, towards where he demands I come.

I do wonder who this load of cash belongs to, and surely, my mind gets fully enlightened, as I march forward watching the door fall shut, to an image I never thought I'd see. Little wonder, he affirmed I should go blind.