Novels by Ana_The Black Swan

[ Iris’s POV]Standing outside the office door, I waited to be called by Mr. Scott. The guard of the presidential suite didn’t say a word to me and wore an unchanging aloof expression. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had previously been employed by a prison before working here. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed a little and passed the time by taking in my surroundings. My reprieve wasn’t long as the door abruptly opened. At the sudden movement, I felt my body instinctively stiffen. Mr. Scott curiously looked at me for a few seconds, no doubt because of my reaction, before taking long strides toward me. “You can go inside now. Mr. President is waiting for you.” He informed me in a stern voice. Then he added in a whisper, “Just be yourself, Iris. I know the president. Don’t be overconfident or pretend to be something special and you will pass the interview. Make good use of that sharp brain.” I nodded and started towards the door. I gave two light knocks before I was greeted with a ste

[IRIS'S POV]My legs began to shake violently as I had just seen a ghost. The once spacious elevator shrank immediately and I started to feel suffocated. “Breathe, Iris!” I muttered to myself. “Everything is fine… you’re okay. It's just the freaking president! No, wait… calm down. He is your boss from now on, so this should be fine–right? Yeah… you’re totally good.” I continued repeating this in my head like a prayer, trying to look as composed as possible. Having a full-blown panic attack in front of the president of the fucking nation was not on my list of things to do today. Fortunately for me, he was still talking on his phone. Even though President Gray didn’t speak to me, I didn’t miss the disapproving scowl that seemed to swallow me whole. I felt as if he was hurling daggers at me with his steely gaze. Why the hell was President Gray even here in the first place!? One would think, considering his importance, that he would have his own elevator. Confused as to how I ended up i

It was an alluring night. A crisp breeze passed through the half-open window of a darkened room making the sheer white curtains float aimlessly in the air. The breeze drifted toward the girl sleeping on a four-poster bed. She was dressed in a simple nightgown and was covered with a fuzzy pink blanket. Her eyes were tightly closed and her sharp eyebrows furrowed together showing the exhaustion on her face. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she moved her head vigorously left and right. No doubt she was dreaming of the memories that were constantly haunting her. [ IRIS'S POV ]My loud and annoying ringtone pierced my eardrums waking me from my sleep. I panicked while sitting up in bed to answer the phone. Taking a long steady breath, I tried to stabilize my anxious state. With unsteady hands, I wiped off the sweat that was dripping from my forehead. I had nightmares again. But were they nightmares or memories? The medication that my psychiatrist had prescribed for me didn’t seem to be hel