MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

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Ivy stepped out of the office and gritted her teeth in agitation.

“Why am I doing this again?” she asked herself and walked toward her desk. The answer to the that question came to her mind like the speed of light. She had a reason why she was doing all she was doing and it was very important.

“But was it necessary?” she asked herself again. Just immediately, the answer came. Leaving no room for second thoughts or doubts and she groaned loudly and banged her head against her desk. Every body turned to her instantly and wondered what was wrong with her, but at that moment she did not care. She lifted her head from the desk and used her hands to push the hair that had fallen to her face backward.

“Are you alright?” someone amongst the people that stared at her nicely asked.

“Yes,” she responded without turning around to look at the person.

“I’m perfect,” she added and sat erect, pushing everything aside and turning on her laptop, she decided that it was the time to work.

Soon enough, she got buried in the work she was doing. There was so much to do, so many appointments to book, so many errands to run, appointment to be reconfirmed, appointments to be rejected, schedules to do and redo. It was just so many of them but it became easier because of the manual Charles had given to her the previous day. She hated him, but was thankful that he did that. Once she was done with one work, she goes through the booklet to see the next thing to do and before she knew it, she was getting the hang of her job.

“I see you are no longer screwing up,” a familiar voice interrupted her and she stopped typing away on her laptop. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, before turning around to meet the annoying face of Charles.

“I see you are still jobless and stupid,” she retorted and his face went hard instantly. This girl had some guts, it’s like she was from a different world, that was why she was so ignorant to know who to upset and who to not upset.

“You don’t speak to me that way, Ivy,” he slammed his hand against her desk and she smiled. No, not smile, she stretched her lips and showed her perfectly white teeth, then she shut it back immediately.

“Then don’t speak to me.” She retorted and turned back to the work she was about rounding up. Charles replied nothing to her, but she could feel his hard glare at the nape of her neck. Her predator instinct wanting to come out and claw him, or bite him, or snap his neck, but she held it in. If she allowed it, then she could kill Damon as well.

“Here is your official phone, cards and more to help ease Damon’s stress.” He spoke between gritted teeth, breaking the silence, then he dropped a bag beside her.

“It contains his account, passwords and more.” he turned around to leave.

“I hope you drop dead and die,” he added and walked away and she scoffed. The word made her think of a lot of things, evil things that she could do.

“Maybe, paying a visit to him later would not be a bad idea.” Her thoughts whispered and she smirked wickedly. But just as quickly as the thought came, it disappeared and she sighed. She had to remember that she was Ivy, a ray of sunshine without evil thoughts. She hated Ivy, Aziza was better, way better. But Aziza had to remain in hiding, for a lot of reasons.

Ivy went back to work and got buried in all the things she had to do. The workload was much more because he had fired everyone and for that day, a lot of things went on halt while more kept coming. Now she had to finish up everything and make sure that by morning, everything was in the right sequence and order before she left for the day. Even when they went for a break, she did not.

Time went by quickly and soon, everyone was saying goodbye to each other, but not once did she raise her head to pass a smile to those who were asking her when she was going to leave. She answered them nicely but did not have the liberty to look up at anyone. She worked till the entire office became really quiet and empty and still did not stop till she had successfully carried out one of her assignments.

A heavy sigh left her mouth and she relaxed into her chair, relieving her aching back and fingers. She looked around the office and found that Charles had not left yet. Then her mind travelled back to the bag he had left with her. She turned to it for the first time and picked it up, then she went through it and found the important details of her boss. His cards and a brand-new phone and a tablet. She turned it on and turned to the rule booklet Charles had given to her the previous day to be sure that she was done with the day’s work and she had not forgotten any do’s and don’ts. Proudly, she smiled, seeing that everything was in check. Then she read the last note written below it.

“Whatever concerns Damon, his cards are available and so are the company’s details” it stated and she went pale immediately, then anger washed in.

Ivy got up from where she sat and turned to Damon’s office, storming in like she owned the place without knocking. Damon snapped his eyes to the door and glared at the woman who worked in. A part of him hating her already for carrying the face that she carried and another going soft because of that face.

“I see you want to die by my hands,” he snapped. Ivy resisted the urge to glare at him or scoff and forcefully lowered her gaze in what seemed like an apology. But she said nothing and waited for him to speak, when he didn’t, she raised her eyes to meet his.

“You owe me for the cloth and shoes I bought with my money,” she entered and he scoffed at her fearlessness. How could such a clumsy and ignorant person be so bold at the same time?

“I owe you nothing for your foolishness,” he entered and the anger she had earlier returned.

“I am not…”

“I asked Charles to give you a guideline and what you are supposed to know last night. I went an extra mile for you and yet you did not go through it as you were ordered.” He roared and she flinched, unintentionally. For the first time, a strange energy washed all over her, the wave of power he possessed washed over her skin and her heart caught the whiff of what his power could be like.

“I went through it,” she regained herself and realised that she did not have a right to be angry. He had helped her, he had employed her, he had guarded her on what to do even when he did not have to. He was going out of his way for her more than she thought he would. And she knew why, her face. She knew that the moment he saw her face, he would employ her, but she did not realise that he would go to such a length.

“And you missed that information,” he lowered his voice. She looked away from him and turned to something else, and went mute. She did not know what to reply to anymore. Just in the nick of time, her stomach growled at her and she remembered that she had nothing to eat all day and worse still, had nothing at home.

“If you have nothing more to say, leave,” he added.

“It’s late and…”

“You are not to leave till I leave,” he interrupted and her eyes snapped at him. Their eyes met and she quickly pulled away from his gaze. She could not blow her cover up just yet, it would only create a mess. So instead of thinking as Ivy, she thought as Aziza. Protecting him was the aim after all, if she left, she would be too far away from him to do that.

“Okay,” she turned to the door.

“Okay, what?” he seemed to be after her life suddenly. What was making him so angry?

“Sir,” she replied within gritted it and stormed out, shutting the door with a bang behind her.

Then she groaned loudly and took a deep breath immediately after. She had never had to lower to anybody, she had never had to apologise or call someone sir in her life. Gone were those days when she was reduced to nothing and tormented for being different.

“Calm down,” her thoughts whispered and she took a deep breath.

“He will make everything right again,” it whispered to her and calmed her down.

Her stomach grumbled again and she held it. She needed to eat soon or else people’s blood would suddenly seem enticing. But how could she do anything when her boss had given an order to remain behind. Not like she had what to eat anymore. Sighing, she sat down and picked up the tablet she got. Then she fixed up the schedule for the next day and got up. She went back to the door and this time, she knocked twice. He said nothing. She knocked again, this time, four times, with a song like rhythm to it. Still, he said nothing and she smiled to herself. Instead of walking in, she knocked again, four times again, going with that same rhythm.

“Ivy,” he growled in response and she chuckled. She quickly stopped and walked in, feigning innocence but not without seeing the hard glare he gave her.

“Your schedule for tomorrow,” she raised the tablet up.

“Send it to me,” he responded coldly and got up from where he sat. She glared at him and turned away without saying anything else. She went back to her table, ready to leave as she saw that he was ready as well.

It didn’t take long, he came walking out and walked past her like she was not even there. She followed behind him, happy to finally be leaving and stopped when he stopped in front of the elevator. When it opened up, he walked in and she intended to follow behind him. when someone grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the door. Deadly instincts kicked in and her nails elongated into claws, but fortunately, her eyes got to Charles before her claws did.

“Are you mad?” she growled angrily and hid her claws before she turned to the elevator. The door was already shut and Damon was gone without her by his side.

“No one goes in the elevator with him,” he scoffed in response and walked past her towards the elevator. She glared at his back, blood shooting out of her eyes. But she held it in and pushed her claws in. Then she took a deep breath and shut her eyes. Her ears and eyes picking up sounds and things hidden in the dark and her nose itching with the smell around it. When she was sure that nothing was going to go wrong, she walked back to the elevator and stood beside Charles. The elevator opened and they walked in and down they went.

Damon was not in sight when she came down and for a moment, she panicked. But his car came to view as he came out of the garage as they rode out in convoy. She ran to the front and like a bird, her eyes scanned far and wide and so did her ears. It was quiet and there was no danger, not for a thousand miles and definitely not for Damon. So, she could relax, but even as she did, her stomach growled at her. Ignoring everything else, she ran out of the building and went in search of a store. There was one close by, so she walked in and picked some snacks, just a few and turned to the canter. She handed it to the woman behind it. Her stomach churned with pain and the pain of not eating all day came crashing down. she popped one of the snacks open and poured it into her mouth. It was almost like she had not eaten in months. And the taste was simply good, or maybe it was her hungry buds. She moaned and poured more into her mouth while most spilled. She chewed and chewed and chewed, then she turned to the shop owner. The disapproving frown she had on her face made her stop chewing.

“You have reached your card limit,” the woman handed the card back to her.

“What? No, no, no,” she cried. Then she remembered she had Damon’s card.

“Well, to hell with this,” she opened her bag and brought out the card.