Devil's In The Details

5. Chapter Five

Allegra's POV

I nervously pat down on my pencil skirt that I am wearing while I wait for my boss to arrive. Its almost seven fifteen and he should be here any second now. As he had instructed me, I have been standing in front of my building for the past five minutes, texting Taylor. We had plans to go to a club tonight as she needed to get drunk after her recent break up and me being the only person who can tolerate a drunk Taylor, she asked me to be her wing woman. Her boyfriend was a complete douchebag and cheated on her with another one of her friends from outside of work. She slapped the guy and left the apartment, cutting all the contact with the girl. I didn't catch her name but it is Lia or something like that. 

A matt black Mercedes enters the gates and I cannot help but drool over the car. I absolutely love cars and I can talk about them forever. My baby is the best but now that she is at the servicing, I miss her. Whenever I go for a late night drive, I always go for isolated areas so I can test her speed and it brings me satisfaction when I hear the screeching of the tires and the roar of the machine. She is perfect. 

The car stops in front of me and the chauffer gets off, opening the back door for me. I thank him and get in and I am faced with Aiden Anderson who is so immersed in his laptop that he doesn't even greet me. Deciding to ignore that, I go on and wish him a good morning and he merely nods at me before resuming his task. I stare out of the window as we head to the office but when we pass the turn we were supposed to take, my face scrunches in confusion. 

"Mr. Anderson, we aren't going to the office?"

"Ms. Tyson, we are going to the Wilson Industries. They called an hour ago and requested for a meeting at their place". 

"Oh", I nod before looking out. 

"I hope you are ready for a long day ahead, Ms. Tyson", he says and I look at him, again. His eyes are still on the screen but I can tell he is looking at me from the corner of his eyes. 

"Of course, sir". 

"Good and Xavier will be joining us there". 

"Okay, sir", I don't know why he told me that piece of information but I don't think much of it. 

We reach the Wilson's Industries and I try not to stare. The entire building is made of glass and it looks exquisite. The chauffer opens our door and I get out first while Mr. Anderson follows behind me. Someone calls for him and look to the side to find Mr. Marshall standing, waiting for us. 

"Good morning, sir", I wish him with a polite smile and he smiles back and to be honest, he looks a bit intimidating today. Probably its the aura around him or the fresh scar on the side of his face. 

"A good morning indeed, Ms. Tyson", we hear a throat being cleared and turn to look at Mr. Anderson who's scowling at both of us. 

"If you both are done, we should get going". 

"After you, M'Lady", Mr. Marshall says and I chuckle at his words before walking ahead, right behind Mr. Anderson. We all are greeted by Mr. Wilson's secretory who guides us to his floor. To be honest, I have never liked Mr. Marshall much. He is in his mid-fifties and if not for his disgusting personality, he would have been a good looking man. He has a son who is just as much of an asshole that he is. They both are f*****g perverts and that's why I would have preferred if the meeting commenced at our company. They wouldn't dare to make a snide remark about me over there but here, no one can stop him. No one s=knows about this and I never told Derek because they have been friends for far too long and I didn't want to cause any problems. I have stood up to those men and I will continue to do that. I don't need a knight in shining armor to come and save me, I can do it on my own. 

Kate, the secretory, leads us to the conference room where we are told to wait while the Wilsons come and join us. I can see the patience wearing off of Mr. Anderson but he maintains his composure but clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. We all take seats; Mr. Anderson sitting in the middle while I sit on his left and Mr. Marshall sits on his right. They both are discussing something in hushed voices while I take out my writing pad and the pen to take the notes. 

"Ms. Tyson?", Mr. Marshall calls for me and I look at him. 

"Yes, sir?"

"Can you please ask the secretory to bring us something to drink? These people are so unprofessional, I don't know what Derek likes about them", he grunts. I nod and immediately get up from my seat, looking for Kate. I spot her talking to one of the workers and she turns to me, before smiling. 

"Can I help you?"

"Can we please get some coffee for Mr. Anderson and Mr. Marshall?", I ask her and I am sure she can see the judgement in my eyes. I don't meant to be rude, but this behavior of theirs is not appreciated. 

"Of course. I am so sorry", she apologizes and I genuinely smile at her. 

"Its okay but please make it quick, my bosses are aren't the most patient people out there", she chuckles before going towards, what I assume, is the pantry. 

I enter the conference room where Mr. Wilson along with his bastard son are already there, discussing something amongst themselves. I nod at them politely but refrain from using any words. I would rather not engage with them without any reason. 

"Good morning, Ms. Tyson. You look more beautiful every time I see you", Mr. Wilson says and I try to give him a polite smile but it probably looks more of a grimace. 

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson", I do my best to keep my tone professional and not sound impolite. 

"Allegra", his son, who is around my age, nods at me with a smile that isn't polite. I acknowledge him with a nod of my head and turn to look at Mr. Anderson, whose fists are curled and he is squeezing him tightly, as if telling himself to not react. 

"Let's start, shall we?", Mr. Marshall interrupts and I have never been more grateful to turn away from a person. 

"Of course", Mr. Wilson starts explaining the contract that he wishes to sign with our company. As I note down the important points, I can see why Mr. Anderson looks so pissed off while coming here. The contract that they are offering us is more for their benefit than ours. Derek asked Mr. Anderson to take a look personally and after he gets to know about this, let's see what he says about it. Derek is a good man and sees good in every person who has ever encountered him. He has helped Mr. Wilson to build his company back to top when it almost bit the dust and now, as I sit here, I think he just using his good nature for his own profit. 

Both of them haven't even touched their coffees and I am secretly glad that Mr. Anderson hasn't. I know once we get back, he is going to drink more cups than a human should so, the les the better. I am going to have to face his mother son and once she starts asking me about her son's health, I won't be the one to lie. 

"So, what do you gentlemen think about the offer?", Mr. Wilson asks, his eyes jumping from Mr. Marshall to Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson looks like he's trying really hard to not get angry while Mr. Marshall looks bored to death. His features are relaxed but his jaw is clenched, telling me he is having second thoughts just like me. 

"I don't see any point in the deal, Mr. Wilson", Mr. Anderson gets straight to the point. I didn't expect him to beat around the bush but I thought he might be a bit more polite with the approach, considering that man is his father's old friend. 

"Excuse me?"

"This deal is completely benefiting your company while I am just a source to have your products get launched in the market and since my company's name is bigger than yours, this will yet again benefit you". 

"I am ready to give you the fifty percent of the share, as I mentioned". 

"You honestly believe that your drug will even make the market?"

"Of course, it will. Its a game changer". 

"Game changer? Really? You know there are other drugs out there with the same compositions and are giving better results, right?"

"But-", before he could continue, Mr. Anderson gets up from his seat. He fixes his blazer and looks at him once and that look of his would have me sweating if it were directed at me. 

"I came here just to honor my father's wish, that's all. I am not interested in the deal, I never was but I didn't want to make him upset. You are a money sucking bastard and I know of all the bullshit that you have done. You try to waste my time once again, I dare you", he says and turns to me. 

"Let's go, Ms. Tyson. We are done here", I nod at him and push my chair inside before making my way to the door. Both the men have already exited and as I was about to open the door after gathering my things, my wrist is grasped and I am turned around with force. I face Jeremy Wilson, son of Mr. Wilson. 

"Let go of me, Jeremy". 

"You promised a date last time we met", he says and I scoff at his words. 

"I never did and you better let my wrist go". 

"Why? Gonna call your shining knight in armor, baby?", his face invades my personal space and before I could knee him where it hurts the f*****g most, the door is opened from outside, causing me to stumble. I was about to fall on Jeremy but the person behind was quick enough to hold me upright. Their hand circles my waist, holding me tightly to their chest while Jeremy stumbles a few steps back. 

"Everything alright, here?", Mr. Anderson's voice invades my ear and my eyes widen before I quickly separate myself from him. I look at him and he raises an eyebrow. 

"Yes, sir". 

"Sure?"

"Yes, sir", I didn't want to cause any trouble so I let this go. Mr. Anderson tells me to go first and I nod. I give Jeremy one last glare before leaving the room and a sigh escapes me. I have always hated coming here and meeting these bastards but my job entitles me to attend every meeting and I cannot let something as minor as this come in between my job and my responsibilities. 

Mr. Anderson comes out the next second and gestures for me to board the lift that Mr. Marshall has been holding open for us. He places a hand on the small of my back, leading me inside. 

"Everything okay in there, Ms. Tyson?", Mr. Marshall asks me and I nod at him and suddenly, Mr. Anderson snatches my wrist in his hands. 

"What the f**k is this?", he asks, glaring at the fingerprints that were imprinted on my wrist. He looks at me with anger in his eyes but I know it isn't for me. 

"Nothing", I try to bring it closer to me but he tightens his grip. 

"Ms. Tyson, tell me what happened right this second", he seethes in anger. 

"Allegra? Who did this?", Mr. Marshall asks in a warning tone that me to come clean. I sigh before trying to bring my hand closer to me again and this time he lets go. 

"Jeremy has always been a bit of a push over but never dared to put a finger on me up until now. He always wanted to me to go out with him but I always denied him and it was ethically wrong so he has always been petty about it". 

"Does my father know?", Mr. Anderson asks and I shake my head. 

"No, I never told him. It was never this bad". 

"I will kill him", he was about to stop the elevator but I grabbed his forearm. He whips his head towards me and I immediately remove my hand. 

"Please don't. I don't want you to do something that might have adverse effects on the company or with their relations with your father. I can take care of myself and also jerks like him". 

"He crossed a line today and he must get punished", Mr. Marshall says. 

"He already is when you denied the proposal. This is going to cost them a lot and you know that too", I look at them both and they contemplate my words before nodding their heads. Mr. Anderson pins his stare on mine and I squirm a bit under their intensity. Its like he can see my soul. 

"If he ever pulls another stunt like that ever again, you come to me and let me handle the matter, understood?"

"Yes, sir", with that we finally get into the car and head to the office. 

After working tirelessly for the next almost ten hours, I am finally free to go home. Taylor and I are going to her apartment where we will have a take out first and then head to the club. We both are roughly of same size, so I will just borrow one of her dresses and lets be honest, she owns dresses suitable for a club whereas, if it were up-to me, I would be going in my sweats.

After eating Italian along with some white wine, we finally get dressed for the night out. Taylor is wearing a red beautiful sequin dress which ends just above her knees. The dress has sleeves ending up to the elbow and the neckline is deep, a hint of her cleavage could be seen but not too much whereas I am wearing a night black skirt dress. It flares at the bottom and ends mid-thigh and the top had a plunging neckline and is also f*****g backless. I have no idea how she convinced me to wear this. I have never in my life wore a dress like this and I am not sure I could carry it with the confidence that many girls do. Taylor assured me that I looked ravishing and nay guy will be kissing my feet for a dance, not that I wanted any. Don't get me wrong, I am straight but not in the mood for relationships. I have different priorities in life and I do not have time for petty guys who can't see anything except for the girl. 

"If I was a lesbian, I would totally do you right here", Taylor comments as she finishes my make up. She kept it quite simple with smoky eyes, a red lipstick and some foundation, thank goodness for that. I let my hair down as they cascade down my shoulder in light waves as I had them in a bun the entire day. She sprays some hairspray which I hate but she deems it necessary and as I didn't want to upset her, I let her do it. 

"Let's go and get drunk, shall we?", I nod at her though I know I won't be drinking as much as her. 

We quickly get into the taxi that we called and told the driver the address to the club that Taylor wanted us to go to. It was a high class club that I had yet to pay a visit. Since I started working at Anderson's, I have had enough money to spend after paying all the bills. 

"You are going to love it. It started a few months back but I didn't get a chance before and now seems to be the right time", she says. 

"Today's all about you, babe. I have got no problem, whatsoever". 

"Thanks for coming along. I know this isn't your regular scene". 

"Its okay, Tay. You needed me and what's a friend for, right?"

We reach the club and after paying the man, we stand in the line. Even though it is a word night, the line is huge. It takes us an hour and half to just get in. I look around the club and I am in for an amazing surprise. The club's interior is extremely amazing and the bar is also very well stocked. The dance floor is on the second floor while the main bar is on the first. It is convenient because there is no spillage of drinks and the people can dance without having to be careful about the drinks. 

We beeline towards the bar and Taylor asks the bartender for four tequila shots. My tolerance for alcohol is not great but not as low as Taylor either. I won't be drinking much but that doesn't mean I won't drink at all. I don't come out often but when I do, I try to enjoy as much as I can. 

"Bottoms up, b***h", Taylor yells over the extremely loud music and I nod before he both down the shots. She orders another drink while I stick with a martini. 

After drinking some more, she finally decides to go to the dance floor that I gad been dying to check out. We quickly make our way up the stairs and make our way through the crowd. Once we find a batter spot we start dancing without giving a s**t about anyone. We both loose ourselves to the songs that come along and I feel the sweat trickling down my body. I really need a drink right about now, I turn towards Tay who was busy dancing with some stranger. I decide to go to the bar downstairs and I yell that to her but I am not sure if she heard me. 

As I sit at the bar, waiting for my drink, I notice a group of men, dressed in black suits, totally not the club outfit, coming out of the room at the topmost floor. They all come downstairs and I notice two people who I can recognize anywhere. I quickly hide away from them, cursing under m breath. Aiden and Xavier stand five feet way from me, their faces partially visible to me. They, too, are dressed in suits and they have a different aura around them unlike when they are at the office. 

"A meeting at a club? How could they even hear each other talking?", I mutter under my breath and before I could slip away with my drink back to the dance floor, Mr. Anderson catches my eye. His eyes hold mine captive and after a second they rake all over my body. They stop at my thighs, then at my little bit of exposed cleavage before meeting mine again. 

I will for my legs to move away from the scene, but they seem to have turned into f*****g popsicles. I stand right there, like an i***t, staring right into my bosses eyes. After finishing the talk, he comes towards me, talking slow yet determined strides. Mr. Marshall is right behind him, looking at me with a small smile. 

"Ms. Tyson, fancy seeing you here", Mr. Marshall greets me. 

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Marshall", I smile politely. 

"Didn't know clubbing was your scene, Ms. Tyson", Mr. Anderson remarks. 

"What gave you that impression?"

"You are always working so I thought, you were a nerd or a workaholic". 

"Judgemental much? With all due respect, Mr. Anderson, we aren't close enough to know what we do in our spare time so it would be better if you stop making assumptions about me", I blame the f*****g alcohol for the confidence boost. I can't believe I am talking like this with my boss. He smirks before standing way too close for my liking. Before I could push him away, his next words render me speechless. 

"How did you like my club, Ms. Tyson?"

"Your club?", I mumble and mentally curse Taylor for brining us here. 

"Yes, Ms. Tyson. I own this club". 

"Its really nice", I murmur, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. 

"Did you come alone?", he asks and I raise an eyebrow before telling him about Taylor. 

"Hope you don't have too much fun tonight, Ms. Tyson, you have to come to the office tomorrow". 

"Cut the woman a break, brother", Mr. Marshall interrupts and smiles at me while he nudges Mr. Anderson. 

"We should get going. Have a good night, Ms. Tyson and please get home safe", he says and I nod at him before passing him a small smile. 

"Thank you and you both have a good night too", I wish them and quickly make my way towards the stairs to find Taylor so we can get the hell out of here. 

"What a day", I mumble under my breath as I search for Taylor. After finding her, I quickly book a cab and we reach my apartment in no time. After paying him, we quickly make our way upstairs. I help Taylor change into one of my pajamas and she falls asleep on the couch before I could carry her to the bed. 

I quickly take a warm shower before changing into my fuzzy pajamas and get into the duvet and wrap it around myself thinking about everything that went down today. From the car ride, to Jeremey, to the f*****g handprints and the club. Its been an exhausting day and the sleep drags me to the hole of darkness in no time.