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Two of Cups
The violinist plays an enchanting melody on the round red platform. Somehow, it soothes the irritation I feel right now because it's seven in the evening, and I am supposed to be at home having bed rest and wearing a sloppy face mask. But instead, I am waiting for somebody I agree to meet tonight.
“Where on earth is he?” I grit my teeth and take a sip of my wine.
Along with the melody emanating from the violin, its taste brings a satisfying flush to my throat, making me a little more alert.
Five more minutes, and I’ll leave.
“Ms. Margot Deveraux.”
A voice deeper than a cello makes me look up to the man who has arrived. He looks like he has stepped out of a corporate meeting, yet he still manages to appear fresh and charming.
“So, it's you,” I say, looking away and setting my wine down. He doesn't wait anymore for a gesture to sit.
“Of course, I was expecting so much from you,” he says with a smug smile that annoys me more than the infuriating thirty minutes of waiting.
“Expect? You checked my bank account and reported it to my director, and now I'm doomed!” I hiss, expressing the excess frustrations I had that day.
“I did that because he's your father!”
“And I'm his daughter, making a living for herself!”
A second of sparring stares reigns between us. I’m the first one to surrender before I stand up and march towards the balcony. I can't contain myself in that kind of conversation, and this is the only way to prevent myself from causing a scandalous scene in front of the guests. On the other hand, the sound of the violin is nowhere to be heard. It just faded out and there's nothing that can soothe me now.
“Margot.”
I hear his footsteps slowly approaching me from behind. I turn around and stare into his eyes, which reflect the flames brought by the wall lights.
“What do you really need?” I demand.
“Why did you lie to me last night? Among all the places you could have taken me, why here?” I try to make my voice clear, but every word evokes the feelings I try to repress.
“Because I knew you'd turn me down if I revealed myself to you after what I did. This is the only way for me to convince you, Margot,” he calmly says.
“You used my weakness,” I point out.
He flashes a smile and gently nods his head. The hairs on my back rise.
“You’re up to something.”
“Exactly, that’s why I brought you here. I need you, Margot.”
“Go to hell,” I curse and turn my back on him.
Three men suddenly appear from the darkness. All in uniform and intimidating, but I would never be swayed into submission. I had been in this kind of situation before. Nothing scares me now.
I walk past them without showing an ounce of hesitation, but in the back of my mind, I imagine how I would crush their heads together. Lorcan is an exception. I still want to know what he is planning to do.
Just then, an idea comes to me.
As I enter the restaurant, the violinist has been replaced by a younger one, but the melody remains soothing. It calms my nerves that had been triggered a while ago. I sit in the chair and take a sip of my wine.
“I don’t want to end this evening without settling an agreement between us,” he asserts after taking his seat.
“I wouldn’t mind being convinced either,” I reply as I pour him a glass of wine. Surprisingly, his eyes glimmer like the crystals of the chandelier in the ceiling.
“You've had a sudden change of mind.”
I put down the bottle and cross my legs.
“Lay it on the line.”
He leans forward, exuding his charismatic presence like he does during a conference.
“I can restore everything you have in your bank account.”
I nod, observing the movement of his eyes. This man shouldn't deceive me, or else…
“And in exchange?”
He pauses, stroking the stem of his wine glass.
“You'll be the next director.”
Suddenly, the wine tastes acrid on the corners of my tongue. Is he out of his mind? Or is he just testing me until I run out of benevolence for other people? I do my best to match the greed he has in his eyes but when I see my reflection on them, a fraction of guilt seizes me.
This man has many connections and influences on his fingertips, one wrong move and my ulterior motive will be revealed. Especially, that I ought to do this for someone I am close with.
“So, have you made up your mind?” A smile forms on his thin lips and I sigh.
“The clock is ticking, deal?” He raises his wine, waiting for me to do the same.
“Deal accepted.” I conclude and click the glass with him.
I just hope that my father won't misunderstand me.
© ladyly.
#mystery #rich #money #angst #flashfiction #sexy
“Where on earth is he?” I grit my teeth and take a sip of my wine.
Along with the melody emanating from the violin, its taste brings a satisfying flush to my throat, making me a little more alert.
Five more minutes, and I’ll leave.
“Ms. Margot Deveraux.”
A voice deeper than a cello makes me look up to the man who has arrived. He looks like he has stepped out of a corporate meeting, yet he still manages to appear fresh and charming.
“So, it's you,” I say, looking away and setting my wine down. He doesn't wait anymore for a gesture to sit.
“Of course, I was expecting so much from you,” he says with a smug smile that annoys me more than the infuriating thirty minutes of waiting.
“Expect? You checked my bank account and reported it to my director, and now I'm doomed!” I hiss, expressing the excess frustrations I had that day.
“I did that because he's your father!”
“And I'm his daughter, making a living for herself!”
A second of sparring stares reigns between us. I’m the first one to surrender before I stand up and march towards the balcony. I can't contain myself in that kind of conversation, and this is the only way to prevent myself from causing a scandalous scene in front of the guests. On the other hand, the sound of the violin is nowhere to be heard. It just faded out and there's nothing that can soothe me now.
“Margot.”
I hear his footsteps slowly approaching me from behind. I turn around and stare into his eyes, which reflect the flames brought by the wall lights.
“What do you really need?” I demand.
“Why did you lie to me last night? Among all the places you could have taken me, why here?” I try to make my voice clear, but every word evokes the feelings I try to repress.
“Because I knew you'd turn me down if I revealed myself to you after what I did. This is the only way for me to convince you, Margot,” he calmly says.
“You used my weakness,” I point out.
He flashes a smile and gently nods his head. The hairs on my back rise.
“You’re up to something.”
“Exactly, that’s why I brought you here. I need you, Margot.”
“Go to hell,” I curse and turn my back on him.
Three men suddenly appear from the darkness. All in uniform and intimidating, but I would never be swayed into submission. I had been in this kind of situation before. Nothing scares me now.
I walk past them without showing an ounce of hesitation, but in the back of my mind, I imagine how I would crush their heads together. Lorcan is an exception. I still want to know what he is planning to do.
Just then, an idea comes to me.
As I enter the restaurant, the violinist has been replaced by a younger one, but the melody remains soothing. It calms my nerves that had been triggered a while ago. I sit in the chair and take a sip of my wine.
“I don’t want to end this evening without settling an agreement between us,” he asserts after taking his seat.
“I wouldn’t mind being convinced either,” I reply as I pour him a glass of wine. Surprisingly, his eyes glimmer like the crystals of the chandelier in the ceiling.
“You've had a sudden change of mind.”
I put down the bottle and cross my legs.
“Lay it on the line.”
He leans forward, exuding his charismatic presence like he does during a conference.
“I can restore everything you have in your bank account.”
I nod, observing the movement of his eyes. This man shouldn't deceive me, or else…
“And in exchange?”
He pauses, stroking the stem of his wine glass.
“You'll be the next director.”
Suddenly, the wine tastes acrid on the corners of my tongue. Is he out of his mind? Or is he just testing me until I run out of benevolence for other people? I do my best to match the greed he has in his eyes but when I see my reflection on them, a fraction of guilt seizes me.
This man has many connections and influences on his fingertips, one wrong move and my ulterior motive will be revealed. Especially, that I ought to do this for someone I am close with.
“So, have you made up your mind?” A smile forms on his thin lips and I sigh.
“The clock is ticking, deal?” He raises his wine, waiting for me to do the same.
“Deal accepted.” I conclude and click the glass with him.
I just hope that my father won't misunderstand me.
© ladyly.
#mystery #rich #money #angst #flashfiction #sexy
