The thick, carved desk stands hard and proud in the middle of the room. Piles of paper lay spread across the soft and thick surface of the wood. His chair is a dark, rich maroon, lays between the opening of the desk. The splendor room is deep red in color, with white oak wood tracing the edged near the dark hard wood. The room is represents every part of him, every part of his masculinity.
Thoughts are severed when the wind rattles from several sheets of rain battering against the seemingly fragile glass. The two Alpha men in the room bristle in apprehension. They are very powerful, strong and perfectly capable of rendering each other helpless. They talk among themselves, ignoring all the other souls in this room as if they are nonexistent. Tension builds heavily in the room, so heavy a knife would be able to cut through it as if it was softened butter. The powerful men snap at us when we look their way, making us throw our heads down, being submissive.
A prisoner must feel like this, locked up and having the key thrown away. We couldn’t leave and we couldn’t speak. The men continue to argue, looking at us for help suddenly, which is ridiculous since they were glaring at us before for even looking their way. Despair and anger begins to build up at their ridiculous behavior, why should we remain here if we aren’t needed.
Horror seeps out of my skin when he gives us a deep sideways glance, seemingly gauging for my reaction. I am so close to screaming, so close to hitting something. Why can’t they come to an agreement, if not a simple negotiation. I am so close to losing my composure if this matter is not settled soon. The men are both powerful company bosses, having some sort of control over us. I am simply an assistant, merely an ant compared to a boot. Suddenly, my worker stands up and gestures for me to follow. Curious enough, I concede.
He leads me out the door, and outside where the rain has stopped. He is quiet. He has quite the bipolar attitude. The area he takes me to is heavenly. The sky may be dark and the ground wet, but it adds to its aesthetics. Autumn leaves litter the floor with hues of orange, yellow, and reds, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Some of the trees are barren while some have old limbs that are reaching upward, trying to touch the heavens above. The trees feel untamed, it’s feral, untamed by man. Its tranquil here, not a drop of rain falling, not a cold breeze to chill our bones. It’s completely peaceful.
I feel his presence behind me. His strong front is almost touching mine. My breath catches in my throat as he leans forward and whispers softly, his breath fanning my neck. “So, do you think we should take the deal?”
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