Meet with the devil

The rain was drizzling since dawn, with no hope of stopping any time soon. Umbrellas were held high, black outfits were seen on every one with no other color with faces pale with grieve.

The men were in dark costly suits and the women, black gowns with black scarfs on their head. Only few were putting on glasses and their color is obvious, black.

The atmosphere was thick as awkward silence hanged like a ticking time bomb. The quietness was deafening, only the soft voice of the priest was heard, but it was barely audible as it sounds far too faint.

A brief opening statement was said by the priest with little introduction of himself. The deceased remembrance followed next, coupled up with eulogy. The committal followed after wards and then the closing statement.

After these, the deceased was asked to rest as the coffin was lowered inside it new home. The family of the deceased who was the patriarch of the Zahans’ family paid him their last respect.

The reception would be held afterwards for the expensive and costly men to attend for wining and dining as the ceremony after the funeral. Steel Zahan himself wouldn't have objected to things like these…

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The reception was holding at one of the Zahan's most costly hotel and suite, and it has started already, with people trooping in twos, threes, and sometimes in groups. For a family like the Zahan's, they own the majority of the companies around and outside States.

Dwayne was seen going around offering greetings and pleasantries to some of the people's around, same applies with his wife, Hilary.

Sometimes, they might joke and talk about business with most of them before moving on to another set or even kiss their cheeks and hands too. It shows the kind of relationship they share with this type of people.

On Hilary's order, Elite was asked to spend the rest of her day looking after the babies until Megan would return back from the reception.

Of course not alone, she'll be returning with the Zahan couple since none of these two loved staying out late, especially when it's not business related.

 Since they are career centered, all they care about and think of each minute is their business, and this has been their main source and motivation behind their rapid growth.

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Megan quickly excused herself from Hilary and Dwayne to use the restroom, it was not hard before she was able to locate the restroom just as described.

She sighs almost continuously as she was checking herself out in the mirror, she has really changed a lot.

Not from bad to the worst, though. Compare to her last look when she was still working as an attendant at the coffee shop and can hardly rely on the peanut she earned then, she has gained more flesh and her cheeks were full too. She is only back to her normal self, not that fat.

Taking quite a time to admire her recent transformation and realized the advantage of the contract she signed with the Zahan couple, just like it has it's disadvantage and regrets too.

She heaved a deep sigh again before exiting the toilet. Finding her way in a haste through the huge crowd to get back to her previous position, she bumped into someone. Not just anyone but a man, as she hit her head on his hard chest, she let out a soft moan.

“Ouch…” She rubbed her forehead lightly like she was feeling pain.

“Hey, watch where you are going. You can't just keep bumping into people anyhow like a drunk psycho, you get it?” The man hissed, taking a few steps back. He wondered how clumsy she could be not to have seen him coming, is he that little? Of course not!

“That voice, is it not?” She thought within herself as she creased her brows in a tight frown.

Megan would never and can never miss it, not even in the dark. She did not bother raising her held up to behold the sight of who so ever Hilary and Dwayne were talking about, but the voice…?

It was loud enough to stop her in her track as she raised her head in a fast reflex like she got bitten by soldier ant. Why is he here?

“You…?” She hissed out the word, and she was staring at him with mixed feelings, disbelief, hatred, and anger.

Disbelief for not expecting to see him ever again cause she forced herself to believe he was dead and long gone without traces. And the feelings of hatred and anger for putting her in so much stress and leaving her to take a drastic step she has started regretting.

If only she went straight home after the tragic scene she saw the other night. If only she had never meet with him in the first place, the mistake she is making would not have happened.

“Where the hell did you run off to, you imbecile of a man?” The anger she felt was visible in her voice. She could vividly recall his name, just like she remembered the embarrassing morning when he won't stop talking dirty.

“Is that how to greet a friend, huh?” He asked rudely in a taunting voice. “No greetings, no kisses or anything of sort. You started sprouting out lame insults, are you this ill-mannered?”

Megan twitched her nose in pure disdain. The hell of this sucker to call her ill-mannered, has he gone nut?

“Look who is talking about ill manner, when you are clearly the one who lacks manner of speech.” She lashed out, wagging her tongue in anger. Who the hell does he think he is, huh?

“I see you've suddenly grown wings at the little space of time and talk back at me, staring directly in to my eyes. Where did the little rose like you turn, this brave and outspoken? You don't like being a shy rose anymore, huh?” He teased, still sounding rude as he raised his hand to her cheek.

Megan was madly crossed with the words he is sprouting. “What nonsense are you saying? I do look like a weakling to you, isn't it?” She hissed out as she tries to slap his hand away from her cheek.

“Not so fast, little rose…” He has a very fast reflex as he quickly holds her hand back to its position with his spare arm. “What did you intend to do? Slap my hand away, is it not?”

She scoffs with twitched nose. “And what if I do?” She asked, her voice demanding and mean at the same time.

“You won't dare, I promise you. Little rose, you won't dare…” He replied, his hot gaze pricking into her skin like a blazing furnace.

Is he for real, huh…?!