The Lady Loving Women | COMPLETED

2. Hornet

After a long, tedious morning, she had finally been freed from the soul sucking demons — known as the board of directors. All she had to do was leave — she didn’t have to be asked twice to do that.

She would, as soon as she figured out how to get off the seat or stop spinning the chair around childishly — she held no will power to get up for some reason, those soul sucking bastards robbed her of any ounce of energy.

Occasionally strands of her hair would tickle her face all due to the spinning, the gush of wind.

At the end of it all the spinning got to her head, the blurred objects making her head light and fuzzy, it did also sting her eyes — leaning further back against the chair, she had her eyes closed — a moment was all she needed and maybe she would leave, as well.

Tranquillity, serenity nor solitary hadn’t stayed with her long enough to be mesmerized of its fruits, as yet another sort of commotion had just embarked.

“Right this way Chiara.”

She knew that voice all too well, she grew up hearing that deep voice — it wasn’t that hard to miss it, she did grew quite a likeness to hating it along with the owner.

She wasn’t at all wrong, it had been him — his mascular frame stood beside the door holding it open for someone she couldn’t clearly see with his frame covering her, but with the way he looked — perfect posture, a bright smile and kind manners.

It had to be a woman, a pretty woman — And neither was she wrong about both of those.

She would be quite dramatic, if she happened to say time stopped, wouldn’t she?

Dramatic or not — too descriptive or barely lacking context — that was exactly what happened or what it felt like, time stopped.

Effortlessly she held off a confident demeanor, the black fabric of skirt clinged onto her body, gratefully her hips swerved with each step she took — with a well fitted pink vest tucked in.

She understood why the man holding the door had been different — kinder. Then she turned her head flipping her brown hair over should, a smile pasted on her face — she could see him returning the smile even if she could only see his back.

With her hand on his shoulder, she gave him a gentle pat. “You’re such a gentleman, thank you very much.”

Her voice was just as enticing as all of her — soothing and lovely, a great weakness for no other than her brother — half brother.

“Well for a beautiful lady like you, a bit of—”

“Married, that’s what you are.”

Had been Scarlet’s words, interrupting him mid sentence — maybe she was even saving him the torture, he would have surely embarrassed himself if he continued that line.

The other two in the room stared in Scarlet’s direction suddenly realising the company, the other woman simply tilted her head to side to glance at her as the man was blocking her view.

Her brother however spun his head so fast — he might have sprained it, he had been caught yet again by his little sister.

Scarlet gave them a short wave and a forced smiled, she should have left while the window was open.

“Scarlet, I didn’t know you were here.”

He asked giving her a smile, she knew was fake — he was holding on a show for the woman beside him.

She scoffed, “And how would you know when you never check up on me, brother.”

It wasn’t no secret she hated him much more than she loved him — if the love had been there at all — it was tolerable at first then a lot fall out way too soon and fast, his whole existence annoyed her — much like hers annoyed him.

He glared at her and with the stable fake friendly smile — man looked creepy as hell.

She diverted her gaze, falling on the woman, she momentarily pursed her lips.

“And who is she? A mistress? A girlfriend? A friend? — no that’s impossible — Let me guess, she’s here to sign a non disclosure agreement?”

“Shut—”

She groaned cutting him off, he could be so annoying sometimes — okay, all the time.

“Just so you know, I might’ve fired Kassandra.” she paused glaring at him, interrupting whatever he was about to say. “You’re surprisingly really annoying, I mean it’s not that surprising but you so annoying — would it kill you be be a decent husband?”

“Why would—”

“You were sleeping with her. Cheating yet again, you think I didn’t know?”

At this point it had become his hobby — she would consider it a fully paid job other than a hobby though.

“For once, mind your own business!” he hissed, giving her a glare — the fake smile he had forced on finally disappearing.

Scarlet chuckled, “And should I remind you it is my business, she is my sister after all.”

“Just marry her already!” he scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Sign the divorce papers and I just might but I’m afraid that wouldn’t be good for Michael Blackwell in the headlines.” resting her arms above the table, she wiggled her eyebrows at him.“Would it brother?”

There was no response from the latter, so she added — with all the gestures and a smile. “Imagine the chaos — no, but the f*****g headlines.” she chuckled shaking her head.

The other two didn’t find it amusing, one found it rather uncomfortable — talk about being stuck in a suffocating environment filled with tension, and the only possiblity they hadn’t murdered eachother being you — witnessing it all.

Chiara pursed her lips staring back and forth between the two siblings — this had to be the longest they stayed quiet and weren’t having a staring contest — a perfect window for her to run, she would literally run if she wasn’t in heels.

“You can stay mistress, I’ll just leave, I was about to anyway.”

Chiara sighed, so much for playing it cool and trying to disappear quietly — wait, what did she just get called.

“Could you shut up? She isn’t my mistress.”

Were Michael’s words that surprising got a nod from Chiara in agreement, and left Scarlet surprised.

“But you’d like her to be, right?” she stated, wiggling her eyebrows at him again — who was he trying to fool, of course he wanted her, she was beautiful.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. “She is a business partner, Mrs. Brown.”

Business partner — oh she f****d up, greatly — maybe she should have actually kept her mouth closed when he told her to.

Anyway the damage was done.

“Oh, so she’s from what company or whatever?” Scarlet breathed out, she would have to apologize after.

It wasn’t a response she got but two seemingly confused faces — did she ever watch the news the woman like them would be on the news, every f*****g month.

Scarlet didn’t in fact watch the news, she hated it mostly if the news coverage was about them and the company.

“Passion, the biggest publishing house and the most popular reading and writing mobile application.” Mrs. Brown spoke, breaking the awkward silence — her tone filled with pride, but who wouldn’t?

Scarlet shrugged, “What would a publishing company want with a company like Lexical?” she questioned, staring at Michael a bit skeptical.

“We’re both rebranding.”

He simply stated — no further explanation, not like she cared but she still needed to know a brief summary.

“Into what, a publishing house?”

Disapprovingly, he shook his head. “We are not changing our goal, we are still the best search engine but we are adding a new functionality — field. An ally some sort.”

“Oh, so like when you went into the field of game development?”

He gave a quick nod.

“Cool, I’ll leave now!” she announced with excitement, she was damn well ready to get back to her covers — and not work.

“You can’t do, you’re the CEO you have to be here.”

But yet she didn’t know about this earlier, with a sigh she fell back into the chair.

“Is the old man coming?” she asked, he gave her a nod.

Just on time, the doors opened.

A dark haired man with a hint of grey hair walked in. None of his children looked like him, they had only taken his slender height. Unlike Scarlet, Michael his blue eyes but every else they all took after their mothers.

Scarlet took her mother’s pale green eyes — the red curly hair and the freckled cheeks. While Michael had his blue eyes and inherited his mother’s messy blonde hair.

They were nothing alike, and it might have also been why it took a while for the media to call them sibling — even if they shared a father but looked nothing like him, maybe Michael Blackwell but not Scarlet Wilson.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Blackwell.” Mrs. Brown, taking his hand in hers and firmly shaking it.

“The pleasure is all mine, Chiara.”

Glancing over at his children, his smile fell at attire his daughter wore.

“Scarlet couldn’t you have dressed properly?”

She smiled, her gaze fell on her brother as the last words slipped out her mouth. “No, I was in a rush to break apart a meeting to vote me out, your only responsible heir.”

He shook his head. “Shall we get started?”

The entire time, Scarlet stared at the woman with each word she altered, she was attentively listening.

Something about her tone — the firmness and determination in her voice it was captivating, it could draw in anyone — even Scarlet, who could give zero shits right now.

“This application Passion, how many users does it have a minimal estimation.” she bluntly asked, her gaze on her.

“A million and in counting.”

“If this works out, you mean to say our gaming department with one successful author from your platform and their story, gets to be turn it into a mobile game?”

Everyone in the room agreed with a nod.

“How many shares in this project, does her hold?”

“12%”

With a nod, Scarlet gave the woman a go to continue explaining, still captivated with each word.