"Ma'am, your appointment is approved. Mr. Blaze wants you to meet him in his cabin now." The blonde receptionist who refused to let me in last time, now smiled from ear to ear, "Reach the elevator and get to floor number five. The other staff will guide you to his office."

Okay, but I'm not relieved by it.

"Thank you, sure." Said I, plastering a faint smile.

Each step I take to the elevator, made my heart sink between my lungs. For once, I wanted to meet Mr. Stormy in person. But now something has changed, which gave me knot in my stomach when I think about it.

Crossing floor 1...

I fixed the creases in my black shift dress, anxiously watching the glowing numbers turning into 2 from 1.

Crossing floor 2...

I give a press to my camera and a click sounds around the walls of the elevator, followed by my gasp. Shit. I silenced the shutter sound, that my camera won't make any noise in the future.

Crossing floor 3...

My heart thrashes against my ribs as I remembered dealing my friend, working in Week-Tide press. 

I asked him why he want to do that. He only said, it's for fame. Hilarious!

Brenton's voice filled my mind again, "You gotta do this. It's you who's going to meet him in person, Livia."

Crossing floor 4...

"Why me?"

"Because, you asked me money for buying your camera right?" 

"Yes." I know I was doing a mistake.

"Then go. Get me pictures of Zayan Blaze. Each picture will pay you hundred dollars. Deal?"

"Deal..."

Doors of the elevator opens...

I am not in my senses when I was led to the CEO's cabin by the staff. All I know is, I need Mr. Stormy's image, with at most preciseness. Nothing less, nothing more. 

As the over-head spring door opened, the only thing which got me is a pair of green eyes, shone like a laser aimed for me.

I don't like it.

My stomach churned as the staff put me in and closed the door behind. I tried to say the words that I prepared in my shower, saying to him, but shut my mouth when he began, "Hello, señorita?" 

That audacity.

There is something which gives me a different idea about him. I would like to gently kick his handsome face which is smirking at me.

"Hola señor, mucho gusto." (Hello sir, nice to meet you.) I didn't think to reply him back in Spanish. His sharp smirk evolved to a chuckle. 

Hoping that diverted him unconsciously, I pressed the shutter button and my camera captured him through its recently-repaired lenses.

{$100} 

"Impressive." He raked his eyes over me, as if checking whether I am always cheap or pretending to be expensive with the dress I am wearing. "May I know the cause which brought you here?"

Give me a pose and I'll be gone for good.

The CEO stood to his full height and reminded me that he's the same guy who made a fuss at the café I work. He slides his hands into his pocket smoothly and gazed out the window walls, waiting for an answer.

I pressed the shutter button twice this time. 

{$300}

"Sir, I'm not sure whether you remember me. I work in Ruth Espresso. It's been almost a week since you showed up there." 

It was intimidating to meet his piercing glare, knowing that I've signed up for not just a conversation with him.

"During that time-" I paused abruptly, realising my left over confidence started to fade away when he puts his steps towards me, slowly. 

"I... I suppose you accidentally took m-my card, I mean, c-credit card, sir." He towered me and I screamed internally, when he touched my camera.

Shit!

"Nice cam, champ." That sarcasm or realism, spilled in every word he spoke. "By the way, what were you saying?"

 Mr. CEO scratched his eye brow while I quietly turn off the camera and it goes to sleep. Good.

"Sir, I know this is absurd but my credit card means a lot to me, which must be with you right now. I already came here to ask about that but you just cut me o-"

"Are you kidding me?" He cut me off in his signature way. 

"Sir, I just wonder you have it now." 

"What if I don't?"

Why the heck he started to talk like my brother?

"Else, I need to think about another way to make up for that money, sir."

His right eye shrank a little bit, "That includes taking pictures of me?"

Damn!

My eyes dilated in fear. The noise of me gulping my throat was evident. No way.

"I didn't t-take your picture!" I stuttered after eating my lip, "You took my c-card."

I am not sure whether I was audible. He stared at me as if undoing my dress with his eyes. 

My heel was a useless shit which tried to trip me back as he stepped closer. 

"I took your what?" His voice echoed in my bones, changing the course of my blood. 

"C-C..." My vocal chord disappeared.

He added, "Cunt?"

What?!

I gripped the camera as the surge of embarrassment hit me in every corner of my chest. I blinked leaving no words out of me. How come he is running a billion-dollar business with such filthy attitude?

"Eyes on me." Zayan ordered and I found myself drawing my eyes to him. "Who asked you to take my pictures?"

"I didn't take your picture, sir." I gave one last shot.

There was a sudden shift in the greenness of his eyes, "I am a man who can differentiate a lie from the truth, Lily."

Muddle head!

"My name's Livia, sir." I tried to play cool.

"I don't fucking care, Little fox."

Little what?

"I was just busy thinking whether you ever know to speak the truth."

That seeped the fact it's a bad idea to come here alone, without any backup. 

He don't like it. 

I inwardly shook my head.

He continued while walking around me, "Let's assume you haven't taken my pictures..." The depth which his voice possess spread terror across my skin.

"Do you care to tell me what is this?" Pulling out a small remote out of his pocket, he operates the LED TV. 

My heart felt like coming out through my throat when I saw myself in the screen— entering the house of his, through his gates.

How in the world of technology, I forgot about cameras?

This is worse than the arrear exam!

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