I went to sleep trying to comprehend all what happened during the day. I went back to the square one with my plan of trying to make my boss kiss me. Perhaps, the whole problem was that I found him handsome and sexy, I was greatly physically attracted to him, but my heart beat warmly towards that guy from my visions instead of “the real” Samil Borda…
The more I thought about it the more I was certain that something about that kissing spell of mine was malfunctioning. There was no bound between us. I was tragically nervous around him but mostly because he was amazingly handsome. That was true that I hardly ever reacted to anyone just because he was handsome but that was all it was – a physical attraction.
Strangely enough, whenever I dreamt of Samil, I was filled with deep emotions towards him. Some part of me wished that I could feel this way around my cold boss… Then again, the rest of sensible me wished for him to kiss me, so that I cou
I went outside trying to keep a polite smile… until I saw my loving Grandma casually chatting with a driver she previously called a “gangster”. I walked closer and got absolutely stunned. The fearsome guy in the black suit was eating a piece of cheesecake my Grandma made!“The secret is to wait until the biscuit gets a little colder… only then you should add the layer of cheese melted with pudding and milk,” she was telling him her recipe for the cake.My jaw literally dropped. That guy, who looked like Caucasian Shepard looking at my Granny – the barking Chihuahua, was eating the cake she brought for him on a white-pink plate, and kept nodding his head trying to memorize her words.“Granny… what's going on here?” I asked laughing hysterically.“Oh, nothing… I was just telling Joe my secrets for baking,” she giggled.“You… were telling… “Joe&
“You're seeing it right?” Mr. Chairman smiled observing my reaction. “Y-yes…” I stuttered nervously, trying to comprehend the situation. “Only powerful witches can see it… It was said that if someone can read the words spinning in the seal, it can lift up the curse. Unfortunately, no one really knows what language is that,” he sighed. “Mr. Borda… you said that “only the powerful witches see it”… But, can you see it as well, right?” I inquired, hoping to learn more. “Yes, I can see it sometimes appearing in the mirror, but not every seal owner sees it. You have to believe in magic to see it,” he stated. I wanted to ask him more questions about the seal, but he suddenly got up from his seat. “Ms. Eder, would you to take a stroll around the garden? Mr. Romero will join you. I have some things to settle before the dinner,” he wore a polite smile. I guessed that our private chat was over. “I would love to see the garden,” I
“Young Master…” Mr. Romero bowed nervously.Asher Borda stood confidently gazing at him with a sneering smile. I looked at him carefully. He had a dark complexion, black hair, and glowing amber eyes. I guessed the handsomeness's genes were obviously running in that family. He resembled Samil a bit, but there was something incomprehensible about him that made me feel uneasy… Maybe, it was the fact that Mr. Romero and I were basically caught talking behind his back. Suddenly, he turned his head my way and our eyes met. That startled me.“Gael… you may go back to my Grandfather. I will take care of his guest,” he claimed firmly.“B-but Young Master… I was given an order to take Ms. Eder to the dinning room soon… I shouldn't leave her…”“I will take care of that myself,” he didn't let Mr. Romero finish, “Or do you think I'm incompetent enough not to know where the
Asher put down his knife and fork on the table and gazed at me with a confused and angered expression.“Is that true… you work for my Half-Brother?” he asked.“Y-yes…” I smiled awkwardly.“What a wonderful coincidence!” Luca Borda called spitefully, “Our Old Master decided to invite someone who works for that sick, cursed bastard to our home,” he hissed glaring at me.“Luca! How dare you!” the Chairman fumed.“Honey… calm down,” Luca's wife, Delia, put her hand on his trying to make him lower his voice.“I will not calm down!” he burst out pushing her hand away, “You are always doing it on purpose, Father! You are constantly reminding us of his existence! You want him to become your successor, but I'm not going to let that happen! You are getting weaker, the board of directors can see it! You are going to die soon, and none of the h
I came back home and sat by the kitchen table trying to comprehend everything I had learnt. I now knew that Samil was coming from a very powerful family, a toxic family, where he was at a constant war with the other family members. Knowing more facts about his life I could finally understand his cold and calculative behavior. A big part of his story sounded like a gloomy drama script, but if that were what his life looked like, one could consider it a miracle that he didn't become a complete sociopath… Another piece of knowledge I gained was about the magical seal. A curse that was slowly taking its owner's life away, and that was making the owner immune… to witchcraft. Which means Samil was completely immune to MY witchcraft! No wonder my spell didn't work… But the real problem was, if the simple charm wasn't of use, then what about the kissing spell…?! I ran to my bedroom to bring the huge book my Grandma gave me, and then came back to the kitchen with it. I figure
I was thinking what I should do the whole night and got up with a strong resolution. I decided that I have to tell Samil everything. Although, I wasn't sure if my coming out wouldn't scare him away, but as a scriptwriter I already could foresee what would happen otherwise.Every scriptwriter knows what happens if the female lead stays quiet about some crucial topic. If she doesn't tell anything – someone else does, and it always happens in the worst possible time and place. The conclusion was obvious – to avoid this scenario from happening, I needed to tell Samil the truth fast.The first thing he had to know was that I met his precious family, and that I instantly became hated by most of them. I also could predict that he would ask me how that it happened that I met them… Then I would have to tell him about my Grandma's magic shop, and that I treated Chairman with the herbs I made…As long as he could accept it all, then I would get to
Samil was merciful enough to turn his eyes away from me to make a call. If he gazed like that one more second I would surely burst out laughing hysterically, or I would have a heart attack.“It's done. I have the last proof I needed. Prepare what I asked for, Elijah,” he gave a command on the phone and ended the call smiling wickedly.“I guess something good happened…Sir…” I commented nervously.“You just helped with my next goal, Ms. Eder… Your work, was the last thing I needed to fire the CFO my uncle previously placed here,” he stated staring intensively at me again.His sight made my heart beat faster, I felt like I was naked in front of him. I turned my eyes away to regain my composure. I smiled awkwardly, desperately trying to hide how distressed I was.“Remember! You have something to tell him! Do it now!” I encouraged myself in my head.I gathered my strength, then
I watched how Camilla walks away towards the elevator, and I kept processing what happened. I thought that I should really pay more attention to what I say and to whom. This spell worked for my advantage, but I should have been able to use it more wisely. My lack of control over my abilities scared me a lot…“Ms. Eder…?” Samil shattered my stated of daze.I flinched and immediately focused on him.“Y-yes?” I called smiling nervously.“Hope that my fiancé didn't say anything rude to you. She has quite a temper…” he stated, concerned.“N-no… She just… asked me about the other secretaries… I told her… that they were fired the same day you hired me, Sir,” I decided to choose some harmless part of our conversation.“Are you all right, though?” he asked leaning over to me, “You look pale…”I froze observing