Kapitel 18: I'm very good at pretending
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"Yes boss," the man went stiff also his words, they left his mouth in fear. The hand which rose to hold Bella turned rigid in the mid-air.
Bella looked at the man and felt bad because it was not his fault, either. There was a pile of files in front of his face, so this collision happened. Not only this but he was also scolded because he tried to help her without collecting the files. As she had already assumed that the devil wouldn't treat anyone well.
"Let me help you," Isabella said and was about to squat down to give him some help when Alexander roared again,
"If you want him to get his full salary this month, let him do that."
Isabella's disbelieving eyes couldn't help but gaze at the man and searched for his morals. There was not a single quality that could make Isabella feel good about this person. He is the devil not only in his personal life but also in his professional life.
Hearing Alexander, Isabella didn't answer. He was clear, and she wouldn't want this nice man to lose his salary. She stood and glanced one last time at the man, who was in a hurry to collect the files, and she stepped inside.
The glass door behind her closed automatically, but Isabella paid little attention. She stopped right in front of the table, and her eyes were on the man.
"Sit down," Alexander ordered in an impolite tone. Isabella placed her shoulder bag on a seat, then pulled another seat a little and sat down.
"Where did you get hurt?" Alexander's low tone rang in the cabin. And his question to Isabella was quite unpredictable as she didn't expect him to ask this minor thing.
"I am not hurt," Isabella answered with a straight face, clearly showing that she wasn't interested in sharing her things.
"Then why do you have water in your eyes and you look pale as if you were hurt?" Alexander said while typing something on his laptop. But the answer received from Bella compelled him to raise his head.
"This is my acting. I'm very good at pretending," said Isabella again with a bitter face and she never blushed at the sight of Alexander, which women usually do just by looking at him.
"Great," Alexander replied and his hand reached to the small remote which was near a few files, but it was tiny to notice.
"Look at the screen behind you, you can see our last marketing video, and we've eaten the market over the past two years, so this time I need something else. If you want to save someone's business, show me something new that I can't even think of, even if I thundered in my mind," Alexander said, pressing a button as Isabella heard a click sound as if something turned on and saw the wall behind her, including the door, turn into a giant screen.
She was stunned by the technology, and searched if there was a projector but found nothing. Inside her, she admired Luther's technology and was grateful, too, that it's not every day that she can see something so amazing.
She took out a thin diary and a pen to note if she found something important, she will note it down so that she could use it later.
The two commercials run side by side, and they are very different and also attractive.
"The first video is about the resort. We have ten thousand resorts all over the world while the other is about the video games, where we are unbeatable," Alexander explained of his quarter-half business while the video was playing on the screen.
Somewhere inside her heart, Isabella panicked, and the way Alexander was explaining made her wonder if she can do that.
"I understand," replied Isabella timidly, although she didn't need to write the whole script as it was already written. Yet Alexander asked her to change something in it but seeing the advertisement she didn't think the script she has will be ordinary, it is already a masterpiece.
"Great! I hope you will come up with something better," Alexander spoke again and this time his eyes glowed, looking at the petite back of the woman.
"I will do my best," said Isabella, looking at the screen and thoroughly analyzing the two videos. Then she turned to Alexander when the screen was off and it returned to the previous form of the glass wall.
It's been half an hour since she watched the video and even heard Alexander's burden words, but now she was starving. Also, one thing that surprised her was that the man was working on the laptop without asking her to leave when she had no other reason to stay.
She was famished and didn't have the patience to wait for her to get home, so before taking the cab she would grab a burger as she decided, but that would only be possible if the devil would let her go.
Isabella coughed at first to get his attention, but the two purple eyes did not rise. So, without being more patient, Isabella opened her mouth. "Do I have anything else to see?"
With her voice, Alexander raised his head and close the laptop then pushed it aside from his hand before leaning on the backrest.
"Yes, near the couch. Can you see the white cabinet? I want a blue file from there. If you don't have a problem, can you help me get it from there?" said Alexander calmly, showing no expression on his face. Isabella was not speaking, but her mind was cursing the man. On the other hand, her hunger was driving her insane.
Someone can take a lesson from Isabella on how to smile sweetly when you're angry. She gave a faint smile and stood up, then turned to the sofa when a small smile appeared on the devil's lips.
Opening the drawer, Isabella saw the file and behind it was a small square packet. As she took the file out, the name of the packet became clear in front of her eyes, causing them to dim in anger.
The hostility in her eyes suddenly increased as she turned and sped up her pace with the distant face.
With the thought 'that she won't do a single thing for him, Isabella kept the file and did not sit down.
Seeing a hovering figure, Alexander ordered her to sit down again, and Isabella immediately opened her mouth but suddenly her head swung, and everything went awry before her eyes, after which she lost consciousness. Her body was about to collapse when two muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up to his chest.
Isabella's baby face was so small to his hand. He was about to scoop her, that moment Isabella opened her eyes with a strong flicker and said, "Blood." Then she fainted again.
Alexander took her to a room that was separated by a wall. The room was black except for the ceiling. Slowly laying her on the bed, Alexander's thumb touched Bella's forehead, and a symbol was made there, bright and fiery, which disappeared on her forehead as Alexander took off his thumb.
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