Eriantha
"Hey workaholic!"
I looked up from my desk and the aroma of my favorite brew of Americano welcomed me from the paper cup which was just now placed on my table. I smiled immediately, for there was no other way it could be someone else other than Viv. My best friend, Vivian Amber.
We had been friends for the past four years only, but I don't know what my life was before Viv. From the day we met each other we had always been together. Together as in really together, through thick and thin. I looked at my gorgeous bestie. She was five feet eight inches, quite a contrast to my pitiful five'two". Her brown hair was long, naturally straight which hit her waistline, and she always had it sleeked at the back. A slim, oval shaped face, hazel eyes sat perfectly on both the sides of her small yet sharp nose, and her lips were slightly pouted and they had a strange upward curve, which made a smiling appearance. She claimed that this was a fake expression which her sick from the gut, but she had to master it from a very tender age and now it comes out automatically whenever she is around people.
I knew where that was coming from, the Ambers were one of the wealthiest business families, and she was brought up under hard training and extreme surveillance, which had conditioned her in a peculiar way. Vivian always hides her true self behind a mask,a perfect mask.
I knew her parents disapprove of her association with me, because even if we are a family with a legacy in the perfume industry, there's not much that will come out of her friendship with me. I don't know how much she has been putting up to come and be with me every single day, slogging here for hours. Vivian would never speak about her family, and I never tried to pry across that little fence which she would put up every time the subject came up. We were good that way, maybe meeting up with me helps her feel less burdened.
Extremely rich people have their own extremely complicated problems, and women mostly have to take a big slack of those fucking complications.
Everything in her life had been weighed and measured in terms of profit and loss by her family, and before a girl could even decide which candy to eat, or which story book to read during bed time, she was engaged at the age of ten to Leonel Karwitz, the heir to the Karwitz hotel industries, he was just seventeen then, he is not old, but the little that I have heard about him from Viv, he is a piece of shit .
The Karwitz were the wealthiest family in the city, they had their hands in every form of business, from food, to real estate, from apparels to cars you just have to name it and you will know a Karwitz is sitting on the top of the game.
Our industry, being the only exception, because the brand which has been monopolising the top spot for years is Cedine , owned by Mr Viktor Cedine. However, I won't be surprised if the Karwitz overpower them soon.
Ever since they stepped into the business three years back, the Karwitz have been the biggest rival brand challenging the mighty Cedines.
Vivian fired up her laptop in her cubicle, the one beside mine. I continued my thoughts to stray a little bit more, as to how I became friends with this angel.
'Well that's because we share a little secret... That's how it all started, but there's more to it now.'
She doesn't need to slog with me in this hellhole. But here she was having my back and saving us with all her business management skills.
It had been a week since our father's cremation. The officer in-charge warned us about loan sharks on the very day father had killed himself, because he considered 'quitting' as a better choice, and then leaving the troubles on my brother to deal with.
The first thing that had come to my mind after everything else was over, is if we still have our family business or has it gone to the sharks already.
Our company was small but we have been producing some of the most popular perfumes for the masses for generations now. In fact, we were the first company to have a production unit of our own, when my Great Great Grandfather Mr. Declan Reux started the company, and we used to produce the best scents in the market at that time. That glory however gleams in the past as his successors had failed to expand his dream, and my father Fredrik Reux was probably the worst of them all, he was greedy, haughty and a big time escapist.
So, at present the Reux Essences aren't exactly those high end brands, although we are respected in the industry for our history for being the oldest brand here, even if we didn't had new launches every year or every season like the top notch brands. However, we were a teenager's most prized possession on her first date. We know our target group and successfully hit the mark for a decent sale, with our most trusted scents getting sold off and getting out of stock right before the festival seasons. Or, should I say we used to, before our father fucked up everything.
Our family lived decently, we had a family home, a car; as children we were sent to good schools. We received gifts on Christmas and ate at restaurants, we even managed a vacation once a year. It all happened until our mother decided to leave.
But now looking at our capsizing boat I realised that he did all that because my father loved maintaining appearances.
"We were a respectable family. We have a history in the industry. I am CEO of the Reux Perfumes." He would say things like that, but now looking at our accounts I finally understand he did it all at the cost of our family's assets, our company's assets. And when nothing remained he even took loan from the Loan sharks. We still have no idea how much is the sum of money that we have to pay. If at all we will be able to payback or if we have to die in the process.
Fredrik Reux, was selfish till his last breath, he never thought about us, not even Anders. I was never part of his concerns to begin with, but I feel a slight relief when I consider that at least he had sent me to a reputed school. Probably that label was needed as per his standards to marry me off. I never liked my school, because it was infested with kids of wealthy families who breathed money, and I was pseudo-rich, I pretended to be one of them, when I was not, but thankfully the only good thing about my father's choice of school was Vivian.
With father gone, as Anders would say it, while I would love to put it as, with father quitting, I knew I couldn't stay at home pretending to be the miss goody two shoes which I am not. While I had no interest in taking up the company, I wanted to save it all costs. I knew Anders didn't expect anything from me, but for the first time in life I wanted to step up for him, I wanted to be useful for my brother, and to let him know that it wasn't only his responsibility to shoulder all the burden, I am a Reux too, I can protect him as well, and we can lean on each other as we are family, and that's what a family is supposed to do during a tough battle.
It took some real efforts and loads of emotional drama to convince Anders. He was raised by my father after all, though that man couldn't succeed in turning my brother into even half of a trash like him, but some fundamental dents existed, and I can't expect that to go away overnight. My brother was unsure if he should "allow" me to come to the office as women in our family were never a part of any business. "That's a man's job" my father would say, though my brother was just concerned if it would be too much for me.
However, there's something in which his skepticism vanished, and that's because nobody in the family understood perfumes better than I did, and in this whole world only two people knew about my little secret, my brother and Vivian.
ErianthaConfirming our concerns, our company was no less of a defunct shit show. Not that I can complain when I have danced into buying a ticket to this very circus. So, instead I decided to move ahead with the attitude, 'My circus, my monkeys.' But, it was easier said than done."Is the paper cup that aesthetic that you can't take your eyes off it?" Viv's comment brought me back from the load churning over my head, maybe it's a side effect of reading too much in too little time. But then again do I have a choice?"I needed this more than anything..." I raised the cup and took a sip ,the coffee started working its magic on me. A little moan escaped my lips."You orgasm too perfectly for a virgin"I chocked on my coffee, shocked at her comment, and spilling some drops on the paper during the process. Then there was Vivian glued to her laptop screen, the only one who can pass such a lewd comment absolutely deadpan."Damn!" I cursed at the mess and then glared at her, while she passed
Eriantha"Anders, do you even know that you are scaring us?" Vivan was the first one to speak, as I was hardly breathing, it has been like this ever since we have learnt about the loan sharks. Whenever Anders goes out I am worried that they might do something to him, or whenever he says things like this, or when looks riled up I feel as if we are in danger.We have deliberately kept the loan shark issue a secret from Vivian, that's because we both know if she learns about it, she will try to help us, using her family's money or her connections.Its already a problem for her that she has been coming here everyday hiding from her family. We don't wish to pile up on her problems. There was no point in tarnishing her with this dirt."That's because it's a bit of a situation here" Anders quipped while grinding his teeth, he was trying to subdue his pent up frustration. My brother doesn't like my best friend and I am the reason behind it."Are you going to sit like an snow man? Didn't I tell
Darcel'CognoScenti' is a person who 'Loves' perfume.That's definitely not me, for even though I am heading the Karwitz chain of perfumes, I don't care about the stuff, I only care about the business it makes.'A pervert'Of course not how I would like to describe myself even in all the years that I have lived so far, and yet when this five feet something, slip of a woman stepped inside this ridiculous hole they call meeting room, I found my dick throbbing. And the next thing I wanted was to bend her over this apology of a table and fuck her, until this whole office echoed with her screams of my name.What's wrong with you Dar?It was quite a little shock when I got to know that she was the Daughter of Fredrik Reux, the previous Head of the Reux Perfumes, who had hung himself, and even though on papers his depression was stated as the reason behind his actions. But, it was as clear as daylight that, he harmed himself because things had gone out of hand in the company.Reux perfume
Eriantha"I... I... Don't understand what you are talking about Mr.Karwitz."I spoke after clearing my throat, I couldn't believe my voice sounded this coy. My nervousness was palpable, and my breathing was hitched.He was leaning too close... Hot and cold, I have never experienced those two sensations together. But that's exactly how I was feeling at this moment.How does he know? Why does he know? Those two questions were making me lose my mind. There was no way anybody else other than Viv and Anders, would ever know my little secret. It's impossible for him to remember me from that competition, I even used a pseudonym. Sorbiquet is a small online business that operates through social media, it's only popular among students. A third party b grade company manages it. He shouldn't even know about its existence.When I had seen emails I considered ignoring them as spam. Yet, here is Mr. Darcel Karwitz himself offering me a position at Karwitz Perfume's creative team. I already had
ErianthaPeople seek shelter at their homes when it rains outside, but how does one protect themselves in a home which has no roof?You get wet in the rain either way, for you have nowhere to hide.My situation was somewhat similar, Darcel Karwitz came like a thunderstorm and I had nowhere to hide. I found Anders approaching the meeting room right after Mr. Karwitz left. I would have done the same thing, obviously he was curious, he definitely wanted to know why the mighty CEO of Karwitz perfumes of all people wanted to meet his sister.But instead I avoided him and made a run for the elevator, because I needed to think before I could tell him anything, my lungs needed some fresh oxygen and my nerves definitely needed to relax a bit, before I could speak with Anders.'Fuck Eri, you also need to think, what to tell him and how much to tell him. Anders already had too much on his plate, don't make it even worse for him.'I was overwhelmed by the situation, and by that sinfully gorgeous
DarcelEriantha Reux was the biggest anomaly I have ever come across, and I can swear I hated anomalies until I found her.I had half expected her to decline my offer by tomorrow and the other half of my irrational hope said that it would need some more manipulation, some more sacrifices of my immaculate schedule to get her on board.Yet, she was sitting right here in my living room, wearing an impeccably formal attire for a Friday evening, along with a pair of neck breaking red heels which definitely encouraged some extra attention. Her legs were slim and my fingers itched to trace them, and my lips craved to feel her flesh along her ankle to her lean and tender calf and beyond that.'Since when did you develop a foot fetish Dar?'I am getting an appointment with my therapist the first thing on Monday.I tore off my gaze from her legs to her face, she was trying hard to suppress her nervousness, and I could see she had put on a lot of effort concealing her bare face behind a layer o
Eriantha"Why are you here Miss Reux?" My words from this morning were copied and pasted to the tone, back to me.I had rehearsed this conversation throughout my drive to his apartment, and I was just lucky that I found him here, because, he had mentioned in many of his interviews that he doesn't like to stay in his city apartment, unless he has some business at the headquarters.Play it cool Eri.I reminded myself,.Don't reveal your angst in front of him. I tried hard to imagine Vivian, how she would be relaxed and put together,with her plastic smile, even when she was under pressure, she would never reveal her insecurities. I relaxed and smiled back at him, as if his pinning gaze hasn't affected me at all, like him in white t-shirt and grey sweatpants isn't a sight to behold at all, or the veins running in his arms doesn't distract my thoughts in anyway."You have a lovely apartment Mr.Karwitz." I gestured at the neatly arranged living room with black and grey walls, and finest i
Darcel'Fuck'I couldn't believe my own words. Was it me? Did I really say it! Eriantha's large eyes grew larger, than they already were out of sheer shock and disbelief . The last bit of waning sanity in me was pleading to my reason, which had already bit the dust.I knew I was vicious, and I grabbed the first opportunity presented to me to capture her, the sinister darkness caged inside me lurked at my prey. I couldn't let go off this opportunity of keeping her by my side, and indulge into that scent which has ensnared me like an addiction.'You are a selfish opportunist Darcel, the moment you felt unsure about her intentions for asking to fake date you, you turned the tables and made it into something beneficial for you.'Always looking for a win-win, I decided that, I would throw Maximilian Karwitz's cards right at his face. I will gain a greater leverage on my perfumer, so that she can't back out. "What?" she finally let those words out.Among the many things that I excel