Chapter 4:
Sanaya's P.O.V
Three hours later, I was cursing every known God on the planet for the ungodly existence of the being called Lancelin Eustein.
“Do you have any special preferences amongst the women listed in your diary?”
“No.”
“Do you have any special restaurant preferences?”
“No.”
“Any favorite food items?”
“No,”
“Any particular allergies?”
That just earned me a look with a raised eyebrow.
Right. Incubi = immortal = all kinds of disease resistant…especially STDs.
“Any particular kind of gift you like to send your…”
“Meals.”
What the fuck? Did he just call his mistresses his…meals?
I was screaming and ripping out my hair on the inside but outwardly, I just gave him a polite smile and continued. “Right. Any particular gifts that you like to gift your…meals?”
“Whatever they want.”
Wow! Did he just ditch the monosyllabic replies?
“Do you have any preferences for any particular…meal, you’d like to call upon this week?”
“No.”
I sighed and put the planner on the table. “Sir, I can’t set up any dinner dates for you if you don’t give me any specifics. You’re meeting and business schedules have already been fixed for the next week, but one of my main duties as your Secretary is to fix your dates. How can I help you if you don’t co-operate?”
Lancelin only gave me a lopsided smile as he continued to study me with his intense topaz eyes. I didn’t know if it was just me that he liked to give those stares to or if that was everyone else, but the fact that we were the only people on this floor, alone, made a shiver run down my spine.
No, it wasn’t because I was uncomfortable, it was quite the opposite actually. I’d become used to the admiration and sometimes open interest that men showed me while I worked for BlueStar. Even Acelin had admired me sometimes, although I knew there was nothing sexual in his admiration. Everyone admired me for my looks and my brains, it made me feel confident, powerful.
But with Lancelin, I felt vulnerable. Like he could look into my eyes and peek into my soul and find out all my deepest secrets.
And I didn’t like feeling vulnerable. It had taken me an entire year to get back my self-confidence, to become numb to all my pain. I couldn’t go back to being that woman once again. So no matter how charming and intriguing I found Lancelin Eustein, I had to resist with all my strength.
“Tell me, Ms. Johnson,” Lancelin’s voice startled me out of my thoughts. “Which of your parents have a South-Asian heritage?”
I was a little startles at the unexpected question. “My mother. She has Indian ancestry.” I answered honestly.
“And where is your father from?” He asked, leaning forward on his chair as he placed his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers together to place his chin on them.
“He was born and brought up in Manhattan.” I answered, my chest tightening at the thought of my father.
“And when did your mother move to New York?”
I looked up into his topaz eyes sharply. He had a smirk playing on his lips but other than that, his expression was unreadable. My eyes narrowed in on that smirk. Acelin already knew about everything in my life, from my deepest secrets to all my regrets and fears. But I didn’t know why I felt self-conscious when Lancelin asked me the same questions.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but these questions are a bit personal.” I told him as politely as I could without getting into trouble on my first day at work.
“Is it?” He tilted his head sideways, giving me another one of his soul-searing stares. “Because I thought it was only fair since you’ve been asking me a lot of personal questions for the past hour.”
My eyes widened at the mistake that I’d failed to notice. “My sincere apologies, Sir. I didn’t think th-“
“Ms. Johnson,” his voice was soft but his tone held a kind of authority that I’d never heard in Acelin’s voice even when he got mad. “Forget everything that you’d learned at BlueStar, those techniques do not apply here. I prefer a Secretary who can handle all my business arrangements first and my personal life second. In fact, I’m perfectly capable of handling my personal affairs.”
“I understand, Sir.” I lowered my head, having difficulty processing the sudden change in Lancelin as well as my role in this new company.
“And from tomorrow onwards, hand over that coffee cup to Martin, I despise espressos.”
Shocked, I looked up at his face to see him nod his head sideways. Following his lead, I looked towards where he had pointed and found the coffee cup disposed in the trash can.
“But-“
“The file that Acelin gave you says that I like three shots of espresso with sugar?” I looked back at his face to see his eyebrows raised and a mocking smile on his lips. “That’s what Martin likes to get for himself. Some things, Ms. Johnson, are just for show. Just to get my over-intruding big brother off my back. So, whatever he had given you in that file, it’s of no use to you.”
By the end of his speech, Lancelin was looking at me like he was sure that I was going to burst into tears and run straight to my apartment and never show him my face ever again. I gave him my brightest smile instead.
“Sir,” I told him as politely as I could, even though I wanted to chomp down on his humongous ego. “If only you’d looked closely at the cup that I’d handed you, you would’ve noticed that it actually had vanilla latte and not an espresso. The cashier at Starbucks had already given me a clue that your chauffeur, Martin, sometimes sneaks in an extra order of vanilla latte along with his espresso and just before I entered the elevator, Martin himself confirmed his order and yours. So the cup you disposed off was actually your favorite drink, not Martin’s.”
I then picked my planner back up and opened a new page that I’d been working on for two days now and I saw Lancelin narrow his eyes at me from the corner of my eyes.
“Here,” I handed him the tablet while briefing him on the contents. “Mr. Billard had informed me that ReefWood was soon to partner with Ace Media for a promotional campaign of the new club opening at Chamomile Street. However, very few people know that Ace Media has recently gone bankrupt and are in no shape to shoot for a new promotion and they have also lost a few of their major sponsors, as the report states.
“If you want to go ahead with the deal, the by all means, you are the boss. But I would sincerely advise you to go over the reports thoroughly and get an insider to speak the truth.”
Lancelin was quiet for a long time as he went over the report, his eyes moving rapidly over the lines on the screen.
“I’ve forwarded the detailed report to your personal email ID as well, so you can view it at your leisure.” I informed him as I stood up from my chair. “Sir, is there anything else that you require of me?”
“No.” Lancelin’s voice was curt as he returned the planner and leaned back on his chair. “You may go now, Ms. Johnson.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I curtsied in front of the future King and turned and left the office. Placing the planner at my desk, I headed straight for the elevator. Once on the ground floor, I asked the first person I met to point me towards the women’s washroom. It was only after I’d entered the washroom and checked to see it was empty that I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Oh God!” I whispered to myself as I placed a hand against my racing heart.
Reaching the sinks, I splashed some cold water on my face and neck and wiped them down with a tissue. Then I located a small sitting are at the far corner of the bathroom and took a seat. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it pulsating in my ears. My legs were shaky and I could feel perspiration dripping down my back.
That was a very narrow escape. For a moment, I had thought this was it for me. It had been a bit fishy when Acelin had found out that his brother had fired several secretaries in the last three months after a grueling interview session, but he had appointed me instantly, without even a single question asked. Acelin had told me to keep my eyes and ears open for any red flags and he had also been the person who had provided sources and news about Ace Media’s recent bankruptcy. If it weren’t for Acelin, I’d definitely be on the streets by now with all my memories of the past five years wiped clean from my mind.
NO!
That thought itself had me springing to my feet. I couldn’t let Sana’s insecurities seep under Sanaya Johnson’s armor. Not only did the last five years give me some valuable lessons regarding my work life but everything I am today as a person also came from Acelin’s training. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him. And I wouldn’t let his brother’s schemes land me in trouble.
Squaring my shoulders, I walked out of the washroom and headed straight for the elevator. If Lancelin Eustein wants to challenge me then challenge accepted! This time, I was determined to see things to the very end.
Chapter 5:Lancelin’s P.O.VI sprang out of my seat as soon as the elevator doors shut behind Ms. Johnson and headed for the trash can. Frowning, I debated what to do as I looked at the discarded Starbuck’s cup and my hands. The entire building was regularly cleaned and disinfected by the clean-up crew early every morning, before office hours started but I was still uncomfortable picking up the cup with my bare hands.Ultimately, my curiosity got the best of me and I pulled out a glove from one of the drawers of a cupboard and fetched out the cup. Opening the lib, I found the thick milky beverage staring back at me mockingly as the scent of vanilla tickled my nostrils. So I shut the lid back on the cup and discarded it back into the trash can, along with my used glove.If there was one thing I hated most in this world, it was being proven wrong. And thanks to Ms. Johnson, I had just been proven wrong and on to
Chapter 6:Sanaya’s P.O.V“Thank you for your co-operation.”I slid the envelop across the table at the woman sitting opposite me. Her glossy black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her usual bright makeup was replaced with something natural, to make her blend in the crowd rather than stand out on a TV screen. Jaclyn Stonewater was easily one of the most recognizable faces on TV as one of the top fifteen Hollywood news reporters. She was also considered a style icon by many. But the woman who sat opposite from me today was dressed in grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. Her outfit and makeup a camouflage to blend into the crowd.“You don’t have to pay me,” the senior reporter pushed the envelope back in my direction. “Consider this a favor for Mr. Eustein. I’d like to redeem my price another way.”I eyed the woman and realized that she had always had an
Chapter 7:Lancelin’s P.O.V“A red lipstick from my luxury line deluxe edition?” Amber Rose Verborg, the CEO of one of the famous luxury make-up brands in the UA, Esteem Amber, a part-time supermodel and a Succubus, a female Incubus, raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at me from the opposite side of the table.“Is there a problem?” I asked her, trying to give away anything that would raise unwanted interests in my personal life.“Absolutely not.” Amber Rose smiled widely and tilted her head to the side making her auburn curls brush her exposed shoulders. “However, I will need specifics.”I was currently at the La Donna Deluxe Hotel in Queens, New York, on a dinner date discussing business and family matters. To outsiders, it may look like we were on date but we weren’t actually. Amber Rose was my cousin, my maternal uncle’s daughter and
Chapter 8:Sanaya’s P.O.V“I’m home!” I called out as I shut the front door behind me.“Maa?” I asked out loud when I didn’t hear her reply. “Maa, where are you?”Hanging my keys in the key holder beside the door, I took off my shoes and entered the house. The bright neon green sticky note stuck to the fridge was like a huge pop-up sign that I already knew the contents of, but I ripped it off the fridge and read it anyway.Gone to Mrs. Sharma’s for Maata Ki Chowki. Don’t wait up for me. P.S- Mrs. Sharma’s son, Rahul, he’s also going to be there. I heard he’s a civil engineer. I’ll save you a seat.I sighed and threw the note away in the trash can. Only my mom would make a post script longer than the actual message and advertise her friend’s ‘talented son’ all at once. Her
Chapter 9:Sanaya’s P.O.VMy breath was a bit unsteady as I walked into ReefWood HQ the next morning. I couldn’t tell if it was because I was barely skimming the eight o’ clock mark this morning or because of that blasted dream last night, but my hands were a bit shaky as I pressed the elevator buttons to the sixteenth floor and I was pretty sure that the entire building could hear my heart beat.Incubi could invade dreams. Fuck! How could I have forgotten one of the most crucial powers an Incubus has? It was the first thing that Acelin had warned me about when I was first promoted to the position of a Scribt.“Not all Incubi possess this power,” Acelin said to me, his bright crystalline blue eyes clear as the ocean. “But some of us do and it can be very dangerous for the human. Mostly all high ranking Incubi can invade dreams.”“I understand, Sir.”
Chapter 10:Sanaya’s P.O.V“Sanaya! Hold up!”I paused on my way to the exit and looked back to find Tanya running towards me in her disastrous high heels. I half expected her to slip on the polished marble floor and break a leg or two, but the woman managed to gracefully come to a stop in front of me without breaking a sweat.“Good! I was able to catch you just in time.” She panted with a hand on her chest. “Are you done for the day? Do you wanna hang out?”“Hang out? Where?” I asked her and noticed three other people had come to a stop a few feet away from us.“The Vixen.” Tanya said with a huge smile and turned back and motioned the others to come join us. I immediately recognized Martin from the group. He wasn’t wearing his chauffer’s uniform this evening and instead had a light blue shirt on that complemented his icy blue eyes
Chapter 11:Sanaya’s P.O.V“Yes, she knows, Soph…TinTin.” Martin spoke from the bar. “She’s the Sire’s Scribt.”Everyone seemed to visibly relax and breathe a sigh of relief.“What the others meant by the Supernatural club was that we all know that our CEO is the future Incubus King and we are a part of the supernatural world as well.” Martin explained to me as he came to stand beside me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Well…they are at least. You and I are the only humans.”“Technically, you’re not really human.” Tanya tilted her whiskey glass at Martin before taking a sip.“Technically, you just scared Sanaya to death.” Martin said in a mocking voice, imitating the way Tanya had spoken. Tanya just stuck her tongue out at him.“So…what’s exactly going on in her
Chapter 12:Sanaya’s P.O.V“Sir?” I knocked on the door twice with my knuckles and entered Lancelin’s office only after getting a response from him.“Sir,” I held out the planner for him to take. “The Internal Affairs Department has submitted the result of the polls that the bars recently conducted. They have also placed in several suggestions that the employee’s had made and are now waiting for your approval.”Lancelin took the planner off my hand without even glancing away from the file he was reading and started to scroll through the pages immediately.“Tangshineun nu-guwah yakso-geul jabasseoyo?” (With whom did you make an appointment?) Lancelin asked as he was still scrolling through the planner.“Mswa hamkke. Stonewellui jinsil-ibnida.” (With Ms. Ruth from Stonewell, Sir.) Was my immediate response.Wait. A. Minute.