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Dangerous Games Chapter Nine: File Friendly
I had come to the conclusion I really, really despised Kendal Groves, which you may say is unfair given the fact I haven’t met her. But rearranging all the important documents that belonged to Corbyn Emerson just to be petty, knowing damn well that he wasn’t going to fix them himself and was just dooming her replacement with the laborious task of making sure everything was once again in the correct order.Sure, she wouldn’t have known it would be me, but it’s the principle of it, by trying to get back at Mr Emerson she just made some poor PA’s life harder, whilst she shared all her secrets with Artymov and Co.It took hours, and I mean hours, this was supposed to be a 9 to 5, well 8 to 5 in Mr Emerson’s case, but it was getting close to 8 and I still hadn’t moved from the store room, a large number of files divided by client and date, the British Date, in tall piles that needed to stay in that exact order or I would go insane.I had spent at least 6 hours, in this cramped space, tryin
Dangerous Games Chapter Ten: Hit the Brakes
I always thought that expensive cars were supposed to be comfortable. I guess it wasn’t really the car that was making me uncomfortable, it was the icicle of a person beside me. I felt like melting into the seat, disappearing into refined leather, and upholstery. I was terrified that my shoes would scuff the glove compartment or nick the edge of the seatbelt, fraying it. “What is the matter, Miss Laurence?” he finally broke the silence. He didn’t listen to the radio or music, it was absolute silence, and on top of the car being expensive, it was a hybrid which meant I couldn’t even distract myself with the purr of the engine. This was probably the only time I cursed someone’s environmental awareness.“Nothing,” I tried to keep my voice light, but my fists were curling beneath the seat, tension rippling through them.“I do not appreciate liars, Miss Laurence, you would do well to remember that,”“Why does everything you say sound like a threat?” I quizzed him. The best way to distr
Dangerous Games Chapter Eleven: What is in a name?
“You don’t have to walk me to my door, you know that right?” My voice was back to its peppy tone, a little like I was tipsy but I was just tired. Drunk on work, I wasn’t much of a drinker, I hated the idea of not being able to control myself, or remember what had happened. That was one of my greatest fears.“I feel obliged to,” he spoke carefully in a much softer tone as though he didn’t want to scare me. I hated that I had cried, it was pathetic totally and utterly.“So I’m an obligation now, you really do know how to make a girl feel special,”He gave me a look that couldn’t be more disapproving if he tired. A permanently etched-on, half smile that wasn’t a smile. If that made any sense.So he walked me to my door, and not just that, he didn’t just stop and the gate that led to my flat, he continued following me up to my floor.I mean I couldn’t just tell him to get lost, that would be rude. “Do you live alone Miss Laurence?”“You sure that information isn’t in that file you defini
Dangerous Games Chapter Twelve: Lacks the Confidence
“YOU’RE ALIVE!” I don’t think there has ever been a day gone by since Tobias and I met that he hasn’t shouted something absurd. But I loved that about him.“No thanks to you,” I teased, it was the early morning, and there weren’t many customers at the restaurant it was more of a lunch and dinner venue anyways so I thought I’d pop by to make sure that Tobias hadn’t burnt the place down.He grinned at me, leaning against the counter, “You want to know something awesome?”“When have I ever been anyone to say no to awesomeness,” I chided and his smile just widened.“I passed the LNAT, I’m officially going to go to law school, get that degree and kick some ass like you.”“That’s amazing!” I gushed genuinely proud of him, this had been his dream forever, “But what do you mean like me, I’m not a lawyer.”“Yeah, but your really great at breaking boundaries, you know women in business, must be hard.”“Then what are you worried about?” the concern was fragrant in my voice, as his face fell dipp
Dangerous Games Chapter Thirteen: Guilty as Charged
I was so grateful I wasn’t in my stalker's shoes at the moment. If looks could kill, scratch that if looks could obliterate into nothingness, the man in the leather jacket would have been pulverised by now.I tried to focus on that more than the insults about me not putting effort into the way I look and lacking confidence. I mean it was kinda true but right now I wanted to see just how angry Mr Emerson the walking stone could be.“I mean no harm mate,” the man spoke almost hurriedly, his voice a sort of gravelly tone like he had chain-smoked a hundred cigarettes before trying to grab me off the street and do God knows what with me.“Mate? I am far from your mate, and I would advise you to leave before Security has to get involved.”“Security isn’t going to scare me man,” he sort of puffed his chest out, trying to be all masculine but the little machoness he had summoned was destroyed by a single scalding look from my boss, and his blistering declaration, “Oh the security would have t
Dangerous Games Chapter Fourteen: Partners in Hell
It was needless to say I was the pettiest person out there. After my revelation and psychoanalysis of Mr Emerson how it was his own guilt pushing him to do absolutely absurd things. I had marched myself into my office, and half slammed the door.I couldn’t commit to a full slam because you know it’s glass, and I don’t want to shatter something. Especially when that something, is the only thing separating our two offices.I was playing the silent game, I wasn't going to talk to him until he got his shit together and realised what an awful idea it was to test me like that. I’m a corporate assistant not part of MI-5, for goodness sake. I shouldn’t be worrying about being tailed. I was shuffling through the papers left on my desk, some needed me to enter data into the unified cloud server that was fortified and held most of the clients’ information. Though, Mr Emerson was extra safe with more sensitive pieces of data. Paper always was safer than anything electrical. It would be terribly
Dangerous Games Chapter Fifteen: Bundle of Joy
This was it, I was convinced this was how I was going to die, holding a thousand things and chasing after Mr Emerson. It was almost comical like I was straight out of one of those movies where the comedic relief was merely some poor assistant who was trying to juggle the world, whilst the savvy no-nonsense boss was spouting a bunch of stuff they somehow needed to remember when all their brain power was focused on not tripping over their own two feet and spilling all the clutter in their arms straight onto the floor.“Miss Laurence,” his voice cut through my thoughts as he sternly asked, “Are you even listening to me.”“Yeah of course I am listening to you, why wouldn’t I-”“Then tell me what I just said.”I grinned, “Easy, you just said, Tell me what I just said,”He was not amused.But I was and isn’t that what matters the most?There was a low chuckle sounded from behind me, “You’ve got a funny one this time,”I spun on my heel to be met with one of the most breathtaking men I had e
Dangerous Games Chapter Sixteen: Connoisseurs and Liaisons
“Where have you been?” he had his serious voice on. Who am I kidding? His voice was always stern, that low drawl that demanded to be respected.“I was having lunch, you know that meal you have in the middle of the day so you can not die. You might not have heard of it because you are a robot. Don’t really need food, just oil.”“You are not as amusing as you think Miss Laurence,” he spoke without a hint of a smile.“And I don’t trust you to be the connoisseur of humour,” I quipped, sitting myself in the chair opposite him because I was so tired of standing. His eyes followed my every movement in that analysing and scrutinising way that I had become all too familiar with.“No, but I am the connoisseur of punctuality something that you lack, entirely,” “What? It was lunch break, you’ve worked me to the bone you can at least let me eat, surely?”“Your lunch break is an allocated 45 minutes, you took 51 minutes, that’s 6 minutes I should dock off of your pay,”I stared at him dumbfounded,
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Dangerous Games Chapter Thirty-Four: Pulled Back
The night ended in laughter and not a trip back to the office, but there was something more, something else in Corbyn’s eyes. He was on edge, a difficult breath pulling through him as he waved a hand through hair that had become increasingly dishevelled over the past couple of days, nothing like the perfectly combed hair I had seen on my first day.It wasn’t only him that could make keen observations.I was still hung up on the fact that he had known I liked strawberries. It wasn’t the most unusual like, but I hadn’t told him which made it different, that he had paid attention.It also meant he was staring at you eat.I stifle to bark of laughter that tries to escape my mouth at the thought.“Well,” Valerin begins, “I’ll have to leave you too here, CEO duties call.”“It’s the middle of the night,” but Valerin just gave me a mirthful look.“Ask Corbyn there is no rest from work,”“I would say that,” was the drawl of a response, “If you had any work ethic at all.”“I have work ethic, I
Dangerous Games Chapter Thirty-Three: Milkshakes and Moods
“Doesn’t it feel kind of awful for you to have her back at work?” Valerin had gushed over me as soon as I had entered the room, my wound healed enough that it didn’t require a bandage but still a brazen purple that peaked through a layer of concealer that appeared to accentuate it more than conceal.“When she is here, in my sight, I know she is safe,” Corbyn bristled, looking up from his laptop momentarily to glare at Valerin, “And Ms Laurence, is here for pretences only, I have not made any demands of her.”“That’s where your wrong,” I quipped, “You demanded that I stay here sat in your office, even though mine is right there, and is completely transparent. I would be-““You stay here,” and there was no argument about it.“And you,” he spoke to Valerin, “Leave.”“No. I’m not leaving not when Drea is in danger, because of that utter dick.”Corbyn’s mouth pressed into a thin line.“At least let me do something, I’m going to die of boredom if I sit here. And it’s rather misogynistic to
Dangerous Games Chapter Thrity-Two: Promises and Plots
“Drea!” my thoughts were pulled from a dreamless sleep, a familiar light voice tumbling into my eardrums, a voice that was impossible.My eyes cracked open, assaulted by a blast of bright light and a garish looking balloon primed in the fingers of my sister.“Day?” was the confused croak that left me.She flung herself forward, wrapping me in the tanned bronze of her arms.“Hey Dee,” I saw the lopsided grin of Dayna’s boyfriend Hiro, leaning over.“How are you here?” I tried to sit up, shuffling the blankets from beneath me.“Well, uhm…” her eyes darted to Hiro who shrugged, “Your boss?”“What?” I almost flung myself from the bed frame had I not been eased back down by Dayna.“Easy there, Dee, stop being dramatic. I’m your emergency contact you were in an emergency so he called me.”I felt a wilted sickness in the base of my throat.“But you’re your supposed to be home, in Malaysia, you’re-““Well, we took an expedited flight. Corbyn got us here.” Hiro said in his matter-of-fact way.
Dangerous Games Chapter Thirty-One: Neither
“Get away from her,” rough voice that sounded as though it was drowned flitted between my ears. My eyes were heavy, and there was a burning in my chest, I felt a laboured breath escape my lips.“She’s waking up-““All non-family members must leave the room,” confusion rippled through me as my eyes creaked open to be met with sterile white.“That means you Corbyn.” My heart sunk, in the pits of my stomach, why was he here, what had happened?“And what right do you have to be here?” the voice was calloused.“I’m her fiancé,” and that pushed me to wake.I heaved, and coughed, sputtering and keeling over the side of the bed.“God she’s going to be sick,” and I felt my brain melt.Kendal.She rushed over holding a bed pan, that I upchucked what little was left in my stomach into the brown vomit catcher.I was too busy being sick to glare at her.“Urgh,” I groaned lifting myself up, and reaching for the box of tissues at my side, wiping off the gunk at the side of my lips.I looked less th
Dangerous Games Chapter Thirty: A Spectre of Before
I wanted to take it back. Rip the words from reality as I stared into those eyes that were so good at concealing emotion that I cursed them for not doing that when I needed his indifference the most.“Ok,” Valerin spoke softly, “We’re all going to sit down, and calm down. Is that ok Drea,” I couldn’t speak so all I did was nod.I sat across from him, the impenetrable thicket of his eyes, burning away, as a sadness over took his gaze.“Say something,” I finally rasped.“I can’t.” was all he responded and everything crumbled, there were tears in my eyes, the fresh wound of his death wrenched open. I had mourned, I had grieved and accepted that Arthur my Arthur was gone.And now I couldn’t comprehend that he was alive.“Ok. That’s,” I stuttered out the words, “That’s fine. This is all. I-, I need to go,” I lifted myself, Valerin’s eyes imploring me to stay, I felt a whisper of hurt as I tore my gaze from him, still torn by how he too had lied to me.All this time, every moment we had shar
Dangerous Games Chapter Twenty-Nine: Shards
“I-““Mr Dupont, you cannot enter, Mr Emerson is having and important-“Valerin came skidding into the room, a look of pure glee and mischief as he stared at us, impossibly close, as though he had caught us in the most compromising of situations.“Am I interrupting?” he laughed boisterously slinging an arm over Agnes’ shaking shoulders. The receptionist with an affinity for doing everything by the book look flustered in his presence, even more so with the added physical contact.Mr Emerson turned backing away from me, putting much needed space between the two of us. I didn’t mind it, there was no lack of warmth, no detachment just the space that needed to stay between the two of us.“Don’t worry about this delinquent Agnes, I will deal with him,” she gave a curt nod, glad to get out of the clutches of Valerin Dupont, who had a taste for chaos.Hastily I wiped my tears, putting on my practiced waitress smile, the one that never reached my eyes and whispered, “Hey Valerin, how are you?”
Dangerous Games Chapter Twenty-Eight: Black and White
I didn’t know how to speak anymore; I was sure I held more resemblance to a guppy fish than a person at that point.“Nothing to say, Miss Laurence, that is a first,” he joked as if he hadn’t just turned my whole life upside down.“Don’t do that,” I hissed, and he seemed surprised, as I stood, jabbing a finger in his direction, “Don’t you dare make a joke, when you just-“I couldn’t find the words, I wanted to the scream.So, scream I did.“Arghhh, you infuriate me to no ends, Mr Emerson, or should I say Arthur,” there was venom around his name and soon he was up. His imposing figure, tall and broad and so much all at once, he walked over to me, his hands ready to frame me, to put back together the shattered pieces whilst he still held the mallet in his hand.The weapon of destruction, the key to my undoing those damn lips.“Likewise, Miss Laurence, I know you are upset,”I steeled myself, “Upset? Upset?” I charged at him, and I don’t know what came over me, I started punching him, and
Dangerous Games Chapter Twenty Seven: By Design
You can tell a lot about a person based on how long they take to answer a question that you know they don’t want to answer.The curl of the lip, prepared to lie and I knew it, “Really think before you answer,” and then with all the nicety of a starving fox, “Mr Emerson.”“Your drawing conclusions based on conjecture, Miss Laurence,” he spoke calmy, but I wasn’t having any of it.I let out a bitter laugh, so bitter I could taste the acridness on my tongue, “Are you seriously gaslighting me right now?”For the first time since we had met, I saw him falter. There was a spark in those usually measured eyes, a flicker that was soon gone.“No? Nothing?” I walked over to him my arms crossed and my eyes as analysing as possible. I wanted him to cave so badly even though I knew that was a fantasy that would never be fulfilled. But even seeing the reserved slab of stone I knew crack under the pressure of me just looking at him. There was so much he wasn’t saying and so much I could no longer ig
Dangerous Games Chapter Twenty-Six: Far too Coincedental
I called Dayna during my lunch break just to put my mind at ease, “Hey Drea, what’s up.” It was a blessing in itself to hear her voice.“Nothing much, just on my way to take down a conglomerate, a normal Tuesday afternoon if you ask me,” I didn’t need to lie to my sister, it would be remis of me to do so anyway. She needed to know so she could avoid anyone that might be associated with my arse of an ex.“Your kidding right?” Dayna had always been the more rational of us two, which was odd given her profession. You would think a savvy business woman would have more realistic ideals that an glamorous actor, but as always my younger sister had the better brain. She was a bundle of joy, bouncing off the walls with energy but she knew the importance of quiet. How it could sway a room, so the only voice being listened to was the whispers dripping from her mouth. It’s what made her such an incredible actor.It also made her very aware of the world around her, so I wasn’t the least bit surpri
