Kapitel 15: A Drunkard
"We are going to sit here all night if I do not have the answers," declared Demetri Frost, his tone firm and unwavering.
As an uneasy silence settled over the conference room, the collective sighs of the team members were drowned out by the weight of their impending task. They had braced themselves for an all-nighter, but with the looming pressure of the Demon's presence, the prospect of returning home seemed increasingly non-existent.
Demetri Frost wasn't known for his leniency, but his expectations were rooted in a pursuit of excellence that matched his own.
Among the few courageous directors who dared to seek favour, subtle glances were exchanged in the direction of Ian Frost and Seb Frost. Oblivious to the pleading looks of their subordinates, the two men focused intently on the files spread before them. They had no intention of crossing their brother when he looked like that.
Resigned to their fate, the team continued scrutinizing their reports, combing through each detail in search of the elusive mistake. Abruptly, the low vibration of a cell phone echoed through the room, causing startled jolts among the occupants. Eyes darted around, speculation rife as to who among them had dared to bring a phone to the sacred conference room. After all, they would have to bid goodbye to them.
And then, as if in slow motion, the Demon himself made a move, reaching for his phone. A hushed realization swept through the room; it was none other than the Chairman's device. Both Ian and Seb exchanged a look. It was a well-kept secret that only they possessed their brother's private number. So, who was the one calling him?
Straining to catch a glimpse, Ian leaned forward, his eyes widening as he read a single alphabet saved as the contact name. A contact name! Someone other than them also had Demon's number and that person also had their contact saved? Ian's attempt to glean more information was cut short as Demon swiftly answered the call, his voice a low rumble.
"Hmm?"
Seb and Ian strained their ears, attempting to discern the words of the caller that prompted their brother's already formidable countenance to darken further, his icy demeanour turning glacial.
"I will be there in 10 minutes," he spoke sharply before standing up abruptly.
As the others stared in shocked silence, Demon gave the instructions," All of you have thirty minutes." And then he was gone.
A ripple spread through the room. Could it be the ex-chairman who had the gusto to call Demon away from the conference room? However, the speculation did not last long. After all, they had been given a thirty-minute reprieve but if they dared to slack, they would be forced to pack.
Ian and Seb on the other hand had no qualms about gossiping about their brother. Ian had already messaged Demetri's driver for updates about the location while Seb had been consulting the Frost Mansion's butler to confirm if their grandfather had summoned Demetri.
***
Demetri dismissed the driver and drove to the small bar where Nora was sitting, so out of it that she had no idea where her home was. At least that's what he had been told by the woman who had called him from the bar.
Reaching the neighbourhood, Demetri sighed. At least the girl had chosen a relatively safe place to get drunk and drown her sorrows. As Demetri marched into the private bar, he was immediately spotted by the woman who had contacted him. "Mr Husband?" she said.
"Excuse me?" Demetri asked through clenched teeth. The woman immediately realized her mistake, blushed and apologized, "I am so sorry, sir. I forgot to ask your name, and Miss Nora has your number saved as 'Mr Husband'. We had to move her to a private room. There was a scene involving her... it wasn't her fault, but we thought it prudent to shift her so that she would be safe. Your wife is too beautiful and alluring. The two men wanted to woo her and fought among themselves. Thankfully, she announced that she was married and the matters did not escalate. I will take you to her now."
Demetri followed the woman quietly, wondering what he was going to do with his rowdy drunk wife who had even caused possibly caused a scene in the bar just because she was sitting there. He should have questioned the attorney if the woman was a slush. Unexpectedly, as the door to the private room was opened, he encountered a beautiful voice singing, "I wish you would love me again. No, I don't want nobody else..."
The voice seemed to be full of pain, yet there was an ethereal quality to it... It took him a moment to realise that it was his wife who was singing the song. Well, it seemed she was drowning her sorrows about her ex-fiance.
The concierge interrupted the singing softly and spoke, "Miss Nora, someone is here to pick you up."
Nora looked up and squinted as she stood up, swaying on her feet. She questioned, "Who are you?"
Demetri inhaled slowly, reminding himself that the girl was young and too drunk at the moment to understand anything. He spoke patiently, "I am your husband."
Her lips set in a pout, Nora squinted so hard that her eyes were almost closed as she stumbled and came to him, almost falling on him. As Demetri swiftly caught her by the arms, she smiled up at him sleepily and cocked her head, "What a handsome husband. You are much more handsome than my fiance. I am so lucky..." Nora muttered drunkenly as she quickly let go of herself and slumped against Demetri.
With a sigh, Demetri picked her up in a bridal carry and walked out of the private room. With a small shriek at the sudden movement, Nora threw her arms around Demetri and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
Kapitel 16: [Bonus chapter]A Little Wife
As Demetri began to drive, Nora stiffened, her gaze locked straight ahead, her eyes wide as saucers, lips pressed into a tense line. Demetri shot a concerned glance her way, swiftly decelerating and pulling the car over to the roadside.
In a flurry, he swung open the passenger door and urgently advised, "Do not let your stomach betray you."
With those words hanging in the air, he dashed off to the pharmacy, hastily procuring hangover remedies and stomach-settling aids. By the time he returned, Nora had succumbed to slumber. A relieved sigh escaped Demetri's lips as he steered back home, deposited his little wife onto the bed without much ado and threw the medicines on the bedside table.
***
It had been twenty-eight minutes since their brother left and Ian and Seb continued to stare at their phones, transfixed... No one knew their brother's current whereabouts and they were too curious and this had made them unable to concentrate on work... At the twenty-ninth minute, their cell phones buzzed simultaneously. Almost in synchronization, the two fumbled for their devices, their composure almost crumbling. But that was not enough for what the message revealed had them doubting their very existence.
It was a picture of their brother carrying a woman in his arms... Although the image was captured from the rear, the identical suits worn by the man and their brother hinted that this was, indeed, Demetri Frost. Ian hastily magnified the hands draped around his brother's neck, desperately seeking any clues that might unveil the woman's identity.
"What holds your rapt attention?", a calm voice spoke.
Seb hastily concealed his phone, tucking it away in his pocket, while Ian stealthily slipped his phone beneath himself, effectively sitting on it. Blast it all! The Demon had reappeared with uncanny precision! Dam* it!
They needed to escape and question Gabriel about where and how he had clicked this picture and if he knew the identity of this woman who wielded the power to not just summon their brother from the meeting but also act as her personal chauffeur!
As Demetri ignored them, Seb, surreptitiously glanced at his phone and tapped on the 'Frosty Cousins' group icon. The group consisted of Ian and Seb who worked in the hospitality sector of the Frost industries and their cousins Gabriel Frost and Lucien Frost who worked in the Banking sector.
The group had been ideally formed to keep each other in the loop as the cousins had grown up close to each other. Demetri Frost was not a part of this group as it was mainly used to gossip about him and rib each other.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Demon gave them a break and they were allowed fifteen minutes. Using this time, Ian and Seb quickly escaped with their phone in their hands.
The photo was still there along with Gabriel's comment," Is that who I think it is?"
Gabriel had already been impatient and sent a dozen messages from them seeking confirmation about his doubts. Finally, Ian and Seb glanced at each other and Ian typed grimly," It is who you think it is."
That single message seemed to bring about an explosion in the group.
Gabriel:" Holy Cr*p! That really is Demon?"
Lucien: "What on earth is this? Forget if that is Demon, who is the woman in his arms?"
Seb: "Where did you get the picture, Gab?"
Gab: " I was going to The BAR. I thought I saw Demon but I wasn't sure..."
Ian: "Stop wasting time and find out the identity of this woman!"
Seb: "Yes. The identity of the woman is special. He was in the middle of tearing into us when she called him away! Since it's outside The Bar, she must be drunk and called him to rescue her!."
Lucien: "Could it be a mistake? Maybe this person looks like Demetri from the back?"
Gab: "You think I did not try to find the identity of the woman? But Demetri's warning has already reached these people. No one at the restaurant is willing to say a word."
Ian: "Her name starts with N."
Gabriel: "How do you know that? Where did you find out."
Ian: "Demon has her number saved in his contacts."
Seb: "Someone needs to hack into Demetri's phone! Our resident IT expert? Lucien?"
Lucien: "I do not have a death wish."
Gab: "We need to meet up soon! Is our resident bachelor going to fall? And if we do get a sister-in-law, we need to make sure she is on our side firmly!"
Lucien: "I was almost sure that Demetri played for the other team! A brother-in-law..."
Ian, Seb, Gab: "Shut up, Lucy!"
While the group chat buzzed with fervour, the four cousins reacted with the overdramatic flair that was characteristic of their interactions. The two main characters involved remained blissfully unaware of the havoc they had caused. With one immersed in work and the other in slumber.
***
It was almost morning when Demetri finally made his way home. The quiet of the house gave him a moment of peace before worry for the passed-out girl had him checking on her.
With a quiet knock, he opened the door and quickly averted his eyes. Had the girl been practising playing soccer while asleep? He'd left her lying on her side, head on the pillow. Now, she lay on her stomach, one leg dangling from the bed, her dress riding up to expose... Trying to avoid looking at her exposed skin, he tried to adjust the blanket but it seemed impossible. Her blanket was stuck under her.
Sighing, Demetri marched to his own room, grabbed the extra quilt and tucked her into it, before turning off the lights.
He paused for a moment at the door, staring intently at her face and wondered for the umpteenth time, if he had not made a mistake impulsively just because her face looked like...
Stopping himself from thinking of the past, Demetri closed the door and walked away.
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