Her Beast

Page 8

I sat there, unsure of what my next move should be. The CEO didn't look like he would condone any slip ups.

I shrugged. It wasn't like he was introducing me to anyone, was he? He only brought me here so I wouldn't be out and running saying things he doesn't want me to.

With that, I comforted myself and continued reading.

His favorite wine, the location of his gym, and even his favorite colors black and deep blue.

I read until my head simply couldn't accept anymore, and I made myself comfy on the bed.

The bed that made me prisoner. It didn't quite take long for me to sleep off.

"Ma'am?" It felt like the voice was coming from a distance, yet I still opened my eyes. The man was right above me, watching me with keen eyes behind his transparent glasses.

"I am sorry I had to wake you up, but you have to get ready now. It is time for dinner, and please refer to page 8 of the document I gave you."

It took me a while to register it as my sleepy eyes watched him keep a box on my dresser.

"Wait!" I screamed, remembering what had happened earlier with that particular page.

"What is in page 8? I can remember everything else, just not that page."

He gave me a weird look, then pointed towards the bedside table.

"The document is right beside you. You can read it."

I was frustrated already. The prospect of meeting the CEO and other guests...it wasn't what I had planned in my head before sleeping. Why can't everyone just follow the damn script?

"It got lost. It fell off my hand and I guess you didn’t have enough tine to bind them together."

"Then you have to look for it, Ma'am. It was erased off the system once it was printed, and I can't spare another."

I raked my hands through my hair. "But..surely, since you created the document, you could help me out, right? You could help me with the details in that page, right?"

He thought about it for a while, then nodded. Finally. Some way out of this hell of a situation I have managed to get myself into.

"So tell me." I moved closer, eager to hear it.

"The details are mostly about the drinks to be served at the dinner today, the profiles of the visitors and etiquette you should use to address them, eat and drink."

"That's too vague. Is there a drink there that I should not touch?"

He nodded. "I believe there is. It's an imported beer, and the CEO wants you to keep your hands off it."

Before I could ask another question, his phone rang. I knew who it was just by the expression on his face.

"Yes Sir," he said into the phone, then tucked it back into his pocket as the call ended.

"I am sorry, ma'am. Please get ready, the guests are almost here."

He walked out despite the fact that I tried so hard to stop him. I mean, the danger apparent was greater than the reward for what help he would be giving me.

"Kristine, calm down. Nothing’s gone wrong yet, okay? Nothing."

I sat, my hand on my head, my feet slapping the black tiles.

"Wait." I stood up, walking to the dresser. "If there is a drink that I can't have, I can just avoid everything, right? Exactly!"

I ran to the bathroom to take a bath, knowing I was already running late. I already found a solution to my problems.

"Ma'am?" I stopped in front of the bathroom door, watching the girls troop in.

"We are here on the request of the CEO. We are going to dress you up."

I nodded. Nothing about this place surprised me anymore, but I felt like it was a bit too fast.

I sat in front of the dresser, and watched them as they started to lay out everything they brought.

I couldn't even name half of them.

"I trust you have taken a bath?" Cynthia, their head whose name I found out from her name tag asked, a sickly sweet smile on her face.

"No, I got plastic surgery done in the bathroom."

She recoiled, the smile leaving for a moment, before she forced it to open again.

"Well, then. We will start."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the chair.

I couldn't get my head off the thought of that page. Somehow, I feel like the bodyguard had gotten it wrong.

I feel like the page about drinks was different, and he could have gotten it all wrong.

By the time they were done, I honestly didn't see much of a difference. Just a whole load of colors on my face, and my eyelashes looked like I could fly away if I blinked hard enough.

The magic however, was in my hair. It was gorgeously done, and instead of the thin strands I have come to accept my hair as, they looked thick, huge and curly at the ends, that fell down, just below my chest. It was shiny and they somehow added volume to it, making my face look slimmer.

I loved it, I can't lie.

"Where is your dress?" Cynthia asked and I pointed towards the box.

"I think that's it."

She turned away for a moment and brought the box.

She helped me wear it. The gown was a mermaid silhouette dress in a purple color, and it was off the shoulder.

I watched as they added a small pendant necklace to my neck to compliment the dress.

It was perfect, and for once I was happy I didn't have enough money to binge eat all the things I craved, because then I wouldn't be able to look acceptable in this dress.

"It's time."

They helped me wear the black heel and escorted me out of my room, where a bodyguard was waiting

.

He escorted me down, where the CEO of Gems was seated on a big sofa, his legs crossed, his dominant stance still as unmistakable as ever. He didn't look much like a person who would abduct someone.

A woman was sitting behind something I believed was a camera, and when she saw me, she straightened, her mouth falling open.

"She's beautiful, Carl." An elderly woman by his side said.

He only nodded, but didn't even look at me.

I walked towards them with great difficulty, even though I kept the smile plastered on my face.

As fortune or my bad luck would have it however, I stepped on the dress, and it sent me rolling forward, right into the CEO.