"I want all of them dead! Kill them all!" The man snarled viciously. The people near him flinched at the rage at his voice."Yes, your highness,"  a man dressed in a business suit uttered,bowing before scurrying away, his voice quivering with fear.All of the people in the room cowered at the men's anger. He was their Prince, the last of The Dragon race, the prince’s authority over his subjects was unquestionable.His fate seem glittered with honour and conquest, his domain would go onto spread like wildfire, he was bound to be remembered for centuries, as it led to the end of the Fire Dragons, or so everyone thought. 

"I don't care about this at all, Abbey," Genevieve sipped the coffee, sitting on a leather sofa she was venting while her best friend was going through some dresses. Both Genevieve and Abbey were in the outlet, shopping for some professional dresses for her to wear. "Gen, your boss has hired you just because he liked your way of dressing. Do you know what that means?" Abbey asked busily, her focus fixed on the dresses. "He is the Lord...and no, Abbey. I don't know what that means...if you please tell me…" she gave a boring answer. Clicking her tongue Abbey exclaimed, "Girl, as you said...he wasn't interested in the girls dressed as the sluts and he took one look at you and hired you." "You lucky brat

"My Lord, I need to use the restroom. Now if you please.. "  Hearing this, he immediately let go of her hand and she excused herself making her way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Mr Lopez got an important call for which he excused his way out. Genevieve washed her face. The things on the lunch table were getting intense between Mr Lopez and Nathan. He wasn't saying anything but he was infuriated. Mr Lopez, on the other hand, was way too sweet. Walking out she bumped into Mr Lopez and he asked, "Oh, Genevieve. May I escort you back in again?"  Both of them walked back into the business lunch,

"Yes, it was me, Abbey. But nobody can see my face in the news…" Genevieve spoke on her phone, applying the light coloured lipstick on her pouty lips. The news of Nathan Blackmark carrying a girl was in the news but the face of the woman was hiding behind his tailored suit. 

"Tell me, Griffin. Now, what is in her mind?" Nathan was leaning back on the wall, his arms crossed onto his chest, his facial expressions calm and collected."My Lord. There's too much…" a woman named Griffin had her eyes closed and the two fingers of her right hand were placed on Genevieve's head.