British Blonde

Evelyn. 

I took a sip out of the wine glass in my hand as the CEO of Sphinx Enterprises, Mr. Wells gave a speech on the podium at the far end of the large hall. 

He was saying something about his son returning from London and taking over the company. 

Everyone clapped as he introduce his son and concluded his speech. I looked around the hall for any sign of Mr. Speranzini, but there was none. 

No suspicious-looking person or guard. Everyone was either talking or pairing themselves off to dance. 

"Sorry to disturb the young lady," I heard a disturbing British accent behind me and I turned around to see a man staring at me. He looked British although his accent was rather disturbing. 

"I noticed you are here alone and I thought a beautiful lady like yourself should have some company," he said with his eyes trailing my body lustfully. I had the urge to throw my expensive wine in his face or gouge out his eyes, but I simply smiled. 

I had been sitting here all alone and continually glancing around. I think it would be better if I had some company, no matter how annoying just to draw away attention. 

"Thanks," I smiled sweetly and dropped the glass of wine on the table before me. 

"You're such a gentleman," I added and he smiled in satisfaction, his eyes glittering as he looked at my body. 

"Would you mind dancing with me?" He asked, stretching out his right hand towards me. 

"Of course not." I courtesied and received his hands, letting him take me to the dance floor. 

I sighed internally, holding myself from acting irrationally as he placed his right hand on my shoulder and his left hand grabbed my waist possessively. 

He pulled me closer to him and the scent of his cologne filled my hair. Cologne and an annoying manly scent. 

We slowly danced to the rhythm of the song being played and at every chance he got, he made sure to trace my waist with his hands. 

Put it together, Evelyn. I breathed as I didn't want to act out and draw attention to myself. I don't have a pass and I can't possibly compel everyone here. 

I decided to endure his behavior, making a mental note to punish him for this later. 

I kept dancing to the beat with my eyes scanning the entire hall again and again.

 

"Did I mention how beautiful you are?" The man asked in the same annoying accent and he grabbed my waist possessively. 

"Yes, you mentioned that already," I replied with a smile to cover up the anger in me. 

"Well, it cannot be overemphasized," he chuckled and I nodded, using my right hand to push aside few strands of my hair stuck in my face. 

I finally spotted something suspicious. I saw a man walk into the hall, dressed in a wine tuxedo and he was continually stealing glances around. 

I made sure to hide my head behind the man I was dancing with and I watched him walk towards the bar. 

He sat by the bar and I saw another man dressed in a similar tuxedo walk up to him. There was a swift exchange of something I couldn't clearly make out between the both of them.

"Excuse me," I pushed away the annoying British blonde in front of me and I quickly walked to the bar. 

Before I could reach the bar, the two of them went in separate ways and disappeared into the crowd of guests. 

I looked around, determined to find them, but my gaze stopped at the bar once more as I saw the rear view of someone who just appeared awfully familiar. 

Bloody hell. 

I walked to the bar gracefully, pushing down the urge to storm there and slam that ass against the wall. 

"What the heck are you doing here?" I asked in an icy tone and the man standing before me stopped moving briefly, dropping his wine glass on the counter.

 

"Oh. Guess I have been found," Tyler replied and slowly turned around to face me with a smug smile. 

"Tyler, why are you here?" I asked, glaring at him, although I could very much guess the damn reason. 

"Umm. Between you and me, you don't want to hear it," He said and pressed his lips into a tight line. The two of us looked into the crowd, spotting the man who had just been secretly handed something. 

"Say it Tyler!" I growled lowly and he smiled teasingly. 

"I'm here because this mission is way too inportant and you would most likely fail," he said and I subconsciously clenched my fists. Of course, it was no news that my father trusted Tyler to be more effective than I am.

 

"If you'll excuse me," Tyler adjusted his tie and we looked sideways only to see that the man who had just been standing there had gone. 

Fuck! I cursed beneath my breath.

 

I wanted to go look for him and I saw that Tyler was also about to stand up. Swiftly, I pulled out a silver dagger hidden in my purse and drove it through his hand into the stool. 

He let out an almost silent groan and I smirked. 

"Stay right here." I turned around and walked away. I tucked loose strands of my hair behind my right ear as I looked everywhere in the hall for the tall man in the wine tuxedo. 

Where the hell was he? I have to get my hand on that stone before Tyler and prove him wrong. More importantly, I had to prove to my father that I was just as efficient as Tyler. 

I looked at the door as I saw the edge of a wine tuxedo disappear. I quickly walked to the door and hurried out. 

Fuck! I cursed once again as I saw the man in the wine tuxedo stop by a black BMW. The windows rolled down and he handed something to a man I couldn't see. 

The windows rolled down again and I quickly ran forward, but no one seemed to take notice of me and the car drove off. 

Bloody Hell. 

I ran to my car and opened the door, climbing in quickly and igniting the engine as I drove after the black BMW. 

So much stress for a freaking stone I'll never need.