MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Clumsiness

The building of the Roxwell’s was filled to the brim with people but it was not as disorganised as it was the previous day. Who would want to repeat such a dire mistake again? it was organised and even orderly and the people who filled the building like flies were all packed in a large conference room meant for a billion people. Charles had gone to the conference room and stared at the people in there for the hundredth time with his heart racing inside his chest. He had done his possible best to get only the best of the best to come for the interview. He had checked and cross checked their credentials and certificate. He had confirmed their referees and had done that all by himself. He had worked more than his workload for no one could check so many credentials and certificates in a day, but he did so and made calls to be sure that the people seated there with him were the best he could get. But he was only but a man, he knew that there were bound to be errors, but he hoped not. Whatever the case maybe, he was scared, he was frightened to the bones, his heart was beating erratically inside his chest and sweats were dripping out of his body even though the air conditioning was perfectly fine. He could not help himself. His boss was frightening him and the thought of him was making his knees wobbly with fear. He had fired all his workers in a day and had threatened to get him fired once he got a new secretary. He did not want to lose his job, not soon, not yet and definitely not later. Getting a job at a good company that can pay as much as his boss was hard and almost impossible. He was on a high chair as it was. Other secretaries from other companies pay him so much respect for his position as the secretary of Damon Roxwell. Though the man frightens the s**t out of him, he rather takes his daily torment than fall from such a high pedal stone and that was the more reason he hoped that he had not made any mistake picking the people who had come for the interview. He hoped to please his boss enough to let him continue working.

Damon stared at the phone in his hand and groaned at the thought of speaking with his mother. He was supposed to have breakfast with his parents and see them but he had gone under the weather and did not have the time for breakfast. The moment he got his body back, he prepared himself and found his way to his office. But knowing that she would not let him be, he picked the call and shut his eyes.

“Damon,” her motherly voice came in.

“Mother,”

“Are you avoiding me?” he rolled his eyes when her voice became lower and her tone changed into one that wanted to cry.

“How can I now?” he replied, knowing her games and knew how to play with her.

“Aren’t you my loving mother anymore?” he added, pushing the right buttons. The other line went quiet and he could tell that she was smiling. No matter how stoic and cold he was, no matter how scary and frightening he seemed, no matter how deadly and dangerous he could be, to his mother he was different. He was a loving son who knew how to always win his mother’s heart. Unlike his father and grandfather, who he was always cold and distant with, he was different with his mother.

“I would never avoid you, mom,”

“I was so busy and my headache returned,” he added.

“What?” panic filled her voice. She knew too well about his sufferings right from when she first set her eyes on him.

“Do not worry mother,” he entered immediately knowing that he should not have said that.

“I am fine now, and would be home for dinner.” She sighed heavily at the end of his statement though she wanted to insist that he should go back home or rather still, come to her so she would look after him herself. But she knew him just like she knew her husband and father in-law, they had tainted him with their workaholic nature and ruthlessness and stubbornness, so there was no need insisting on it. Moreover, he was coming over for dinner and she did not have to plead with him to do so.

“Okay son,” she said with a smile and for the first time all day, Damon smiled.

“I love you,” she added and his smile broadened even.

“Bye mom,”

“Damon,” she snapped harshly and he sighed heavily. She always does this, making him embarrass himself in front of people.

“I love you too mother,” he mumbled into the phone nonetheless and with that she dropped the call.

He strode into his building like the devil himself about to claim a life. Unlike the previous day, it was quiet and there was no one in sight. Charles came walking towards him with hasty steps and soon enough fell in step beside him as his usual way. The man was big and built yet he was still so small before Damon. More still because of the way Damon carried himself, he was not just a businessman, he was not just a dangerous man but he was something. There was something extra about him that exuded him with fear, there was something extra that made even the most powerful men tremble with fear. His aura, his strength, his looks and the power that came with him like a second skin that clothed him tightly could not be missed.

“They are in the conference room waiting for you,” he said immediately knowing that it was the first affair of the day. Damon said nothing to him and turned to the direction of the conference room ready to make new employees for himself.

“Sir….” Charles paused and thought of the next words he wanted to say. After debating for a long time within himself, he decided to speak after all.

“Are you sure that you want to have the interview all by yourself?”

Silence followed and Damon continued his powerful stroll towards the conference room like no one had spoken to him. The silence stretches for a long time, Charles felt stupid for asking but he had been used to his boss’s behavior.

“Who else is there to do it?” Damon stopped at the elevator that led to the top floor and waited for it to open before he finally spoke. Charles beat himself up even more for asking such a question when Damon finally spoke.

“No one,” he replied slowly just at the same time, the elevator door opened.

Through the quiet and empty desks and offices, Damon strolled towards the conference room. The silence was heavy, the emptiness of his building was heavier and the loads of work he had was getting him agitated. But the thought of one woman was plaguing his mind more like a virus. Each time he tried to think of something else, or someone else, her face and deadly long red hair pops into his mind. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, questions only she could answer. But more than the questions he wanted to ask, he wanted to see her, strange but yes. He wanted to see her again.

Right at the entrance of the conference room, he paused and shook the thought of her away from his mind, then he thought of the people in there.

“How about those for the executive positions?” he turned to Charles. He quivered at the iciness and deadly tone of his boss’s voice. He was not expecting him to speak and had almost jumped in fright. But was fortunate to put himself together quickly.

“They are right in the next room.”

Damon turned to his right and walked to the smaller conference room. So far, they were more important than petty staff. If he had a good vice and a good vice secretary for both sections of his companies, then he would have good staff and good results. He walked into the smaller room made up of tinted glasses that could neither review who was outside, but whoever was inside could see the activities being carried out outside. A row of chairs surrounded a long table and men and women stood up from their seats. He spared no one a glance and walked to the head chair that had always been kept aside for him and sat down. It was only after he did so, did the others sit and his interview began.

The men and women sitting in front of him were from prestigious families with prestigious backgrounds according to the files that were in front of him. He looked at them one by one, carefully and quietly. No one made a sound, no one even thought of breathing too loud for they could finally understand why he was Damon Roxwell. He took a very long time going through the files in front of him, ready to pick out any flaw. When he was done, he looked up and everyone instantly held their breath.

“Charles,” his cold and chilly voice came. And cold ran down their spine.

“Sir,” his secretary's voice came out in a squeak and cold sweat broke out of his skin as he thought of the wrong he had done.

“Have you confirmed this?” he simply stated.

“Yes…yes sir,” he nodded his head. He was fortunate to have paid more attention to the people for the senior positions.

“I do not have time to waste here with anyone,” he directed at the people in front of him.

“I can’t possibly hire everyone since the position isn’t as many. So, once I call your name, pick your things and leave,” he added without any emotion in his voice.

“Sawyer walker, Rye Quinn, Isabel Ford,“

“Leave.”

Disappointed, they all left and a few were left behind.

“You know the reason why all my staff were fired, I presume,” he turned to the people behind and they all nodded their heads.

“Good…” he added and simply got up from where he sat. They scurried up on their feet in fright but he paid no attention to them and turned to the door.

Quickly, he walked over to the other conference room and pulled the door open. Murmurings and loud voices immediately came to a halt and silence followed. He paid no special attention to the people seated in there. Unlike the other conference room, this was arranged to have chairs and rows of chairs arranged and all facing a high and long table in a higher ground. Row of chairs were arranged from the beginning of the table to the end.

Damon strode towards the chair that was in the middle and fear seized their hearts. His aura was felt, his powers were felt, stories of him came to their minds and the latest, about an assassin who shadows him made them tremble. All the stories of him were true, even his godly looks. Most were already drooling over him even with the way his footstep made sounds like death was visiting.

He sat down and stared at the folders of files in front of him.

“Is everyone here?” His voice echoed loudly and coldly, giving everyone the same effect. They shivered at the man they had hoped to work for and most began to have second thoughts.

“Yes sir,” Charles answered for them.

“Let’s begin then,” he picked up a file.

He took his time as he scanned through it while the hall remained quiet. None knew which they preferred, his deathly silence, or his deathly voice. Whatever the case with him was, whether he spoke or not, he scared them.

“Let me in, I say,”

“Are you deaf, you are making me late,” noises came from the door just when he finished his first folder and he turned to it, so did everyone. They were not supposed to hear the noise, it was supposed to be sound proof and it has been for a very long time. It was impossible that they could be hearing such noises.

“I said let me in, you big man,” the woman whose voice was the only thing they heard screamed and his eyes snapped to the door. He glared at it and a scowl appeared on his face.

Charles, seeing this, turned to the door and immediately went over to handle the situation. But the moment he opened the door, a woman pushed herself in, crashing herself over his body and together they fell to the ground with her on top of him.

“Get your hands off me,” she slapped him with her bag and got up from the ground. Damon glared at the situation and at the woman who had crashed into his secretary and could only think of how much he would skin her alive. With a lot of effort, she forced herself up and ignorantly arranged her hair, ignoring the attention and trouble she had created, then she sighed heavily. She threw a step over Charles who was still at the floor and threw another, and another without once looking up to see the eyes staring at her.

Crack

Suddenly a crack was heard and she fell down with a pained shriek. Damon glared harder at her, then he turned to his guards at the door as they ran into the hall. They looked dishevelled like they had been beaten up badly. But how could they when she was just a woman, a very clumsy and messy one with a purse? They stopped when they met the deadly glares of their boss.

“Ahhh” the sound of a painful groan turned their attention to the woman who had fallen to the ground.

“Shhhhhhit,” she groaned more while rubbing at her ankle, irritating Damon even more.

“You seem to have lost your senses,” he growled for the first time.

“Oh, please!” she snapped, her voice sharp and familiar while she continued to rub at her ankle. But the voice, that voice…. it suddenly pulled at his heart with familiarity knocking hard.

“Can’t you see that I’m injured,” she added, finally raising her head to look at someone, like the man who had just spoken to her. Her eyes meeting him made her heart skip and his as well. That face, his guardian…His heart caught in his chest and everything froze.

Damon stood up staring at the woman at the floor with wide eyes, she looked so familiar. Like his guardian…. but…