We arrived at the hospital and I was led to the doctors office where I t with both Mr Dean conversing with the doctor.
On my arrival,she gave a faint smile before taking leave sa with man who brought her. Leave just and Mr Dean who had a stern look on his face. I looked behind and the door was already slamd shut
What’s happening? Was I called here to have a check up on or interrogated?
"Carla" I turned to Mr Dean who turned his chair to face . "Co and seat here" he tapped on his lap and I subconsciously took two steps backward just to have him chuckle as he stretched his hand towards "Don’t make repeat myself.." his tone turned suave "..unless I don’t mind punishing you right her and right now" I felt a sudden chill in my spine. My eyes suddenly lock with his and although they looked lazy it felt like a hole pulling in my stomach fumbling not with fear nor happiness but sothing I totally cannot explain. Does he usually have such an impact of everyone.
"Would you seat? Or you want to be punished?"
I subconsciously took my steps towards him but hesitation could be visible in each step I took. Still wondering if to sit on his lap or standing he suddenly pulled making sit on his lap. As I tried to resist he wrapped his hand around my waist making his firm on strong.
"That’s like a good girl.." he smiled at which I doubt is genuine. "You must be wondering why I brought you under my roof and paid so much for you, knowing how much I despise wasting resources, right?" He tap on my cheek while I stared at him blankly
The sa words he spoke are the sa questions I’ve been trying to co up with answers with but why ask such a question now?
Am I about to be set free? Or am I about to face a new prison, one with stricter walls?
Co on, Carla. You’re a writer-don’t let your imagination run wild. In books, the female lead is usually hit with endless rules and restrictions when faced with these kinds of questions.
Is that my fate, too?
"First and foremost," he began, his voice smooth but laced with an edge, "I’ll admit I brought you here for selfish reasons. But I don’t want my motives to be an obstacle in your life."
His finger trace the line of my nose while his gray eyes locking onto mine like magnets pulling into a dark abyss.
"I’ll give you one hour. Run as far as you can, and I won’t chase after you."
His words froze in place, but my body betrayed , refusing to step back as he face approached kine. His hand around my waist tracing my waist line, making look away but he lifted my chin to et his smoldering gaze.
"Stay," he murmured, his voice a lody that sent shivers through , "..and you will be mine. Forever. Mind you I don’t let go of what’s mine."
As quickly as he drew in, he released . Helping to stand to my feet before he stood to his.
"Make sure to think about it properly" he smiled before leaving the room without a second glance. Yet the rush of emotions he stirred refused to settle.
A minute ago his PA asked to stick to him and now he’s asking to leave if I want to
But what do I do? Why do I suddenly hesitate to leave when I originally planned on leaving at first.
I squatted running my hand through my hair, as a lot of things played in my head.
should I or should I not? I pondered
He did ntion that he brought in for personal reasons but what could they be?.
"Will she or will she not?" I couldn’t help but wonder. The look in her eyes, when I made her the offer of leaving reflected the echoes of the whispered confidences that surrounded her. Strands of her hair, once neatly arranged, were cascaded in disarray, mirroring the gentle chaos my whispered words unleashed upon her composure.
There was a palpable tension in the air, an unseen force that seed to heighten her awareness. As I whispered into her ear,her body responded with subtle nuances – a softened posture, a fleeting glimpse of uncertainty in her eyes. It was as if the whispers had the power to untangle the threads of her composed exterior, revealing the raw emotions beneath.
"Aren’t you going to attend the board mbers eting?" Ken asked and I sighed in frustration looking at my watch
"Do I have to be present for the eting to be held?"
"Yes because you’re the CEO and shouldn’t be wasting your ti seating in a doctor’s office all day waiting for the response of a girl which you actually care less for"
I hate to admit it but he’s right. I just want the power that will be given to the mont she’s legally mine but making the facts obvious would lead to unnecessary suspicious from her even though she has no mories and I have zero ti to grant answers to these questions.
Just like when the devil gives you different options to choose from when facing a crisis, I’ve done the sa,and now it’s up to her to make her decision. But what ever decision she makes there’s no way I’ll be letting her go.
"Any news from her?" I questioned twirling my pen
"She was spotted in the city. I bet she’ll be back ho in a few days’ ti.
Like co on I just don’t get it why is your family like this?" Ken took a seat closer to
"aning?"
"You know I’ve seen kids have traumatic life seeing soone get killed in there presence but your daughter is the opposite, actually she derives joy from seeing people in pain
How about I get a psychiatrist too?"
"And how about you get yourself a grave in advance because I’m sure you’re going to die after telling her about her appointnt.
And why does everyone keep calling her my daughter she’s my sister for goodness sake" I scoffed
"You never argued or kicked against anyone calling her your daughter for the past five years because you used her as an excuse to escape from your blind date,so why do you suddenly have a problem with the way we call her?" He raised an eyebrow not scared of my reaction
"Since you’ve beco so good at understanding people Mr Ken how about you quit being my PA and go work in a canceling office or sothing" I rolled my eyes
"Well I’d love to but I’m afraid you won’t find anyone as good as to take over my position and I’m the only one who can sotis speak so sense into you" he showed a polite smile although he ant otherwise. And I so much wanted to get rid of it.
I should never have hired him as my Personal assistant from the start but too bad he’s just too good at what he does.
"Have you ever thought of becoming a Ceo?" I questioned wanting to see his reaction and just as I expected he never paints a bigger picture for himself
"Why are you suddenly asking that question? Are you planning to quit your company?" I scoffed listening to him
"I can never quit my company,after all I’ve been through to make sure it gets to where it is today.
I’m just thinking of becoming a chairman so I can seat back and watch from behind"
"So that ans you are planning on quitting your company and going after your family’s firm" he raised an questioning eyebrow
"Well if you put it that way then you’re right" I scoffed standing to feets
"Let’s go" I opened the door just to be t by a panting Carla.
She wore a patient gown one hand placed on her kneel as she tried to control her breath
"Who is chasing after you?" I raised an eyebrow placing both my hands in my pocket
"I..I have a question" she stood straight placing both her hands on her waist
"Which is?"
"I want to know what your personal reason for bringing into your life is" she spoke fluently and I took a step backward to take a proper look at her and estimate what she was up to
"Isn’t it obvious? You’re a bright artist and with proper investnt and coaching you’ll be able to make a na for yourself and also make lots of money which would be of great profits to "I simply stated my lies and she nodded as if agreeing to what I was saying.i looked at her as she continuously sighed and a thought ca to my mind
"Did you decide to stay?"
"And what makes you think so? You gave an hour and I still have at least ten minutes’’ she said with a stern look
"Then excuse ,I have an important eting to attend to and you’re blocking my path as we currently speak"I said not breaking eye contact with her and I could see her take a few steps backwards as she suddenly divert her eyes
"I...I decided to stay, you can take your leave now I have to go for my checkup" she said bowing slightly before leaving
"Is it or did Carla just speak without fumbling?" Ken whispered from behind and i turned to give him a stern look
"Don’t we have a eting to attend to?" I spoke and took the lead.
He was indeed right about her, although it’s not the first ti I’m hearing her speak,I suddenly feel proud of myself for making her feel safe. With my research on her health condition I discovered that selective mutism is an anxiety disorder where individuals,have difficulty speaking in certain social situations, but In so cases, they may be able to speak when they feel comfortable or choose to just like she just did
"Ken,make sure the best therapist in town attend to Carla,I want her to be able to speak properly in the next six months" a smirk erged on my face
"Why this all of a sudden?"
"The quicker she is able to speak freely and associate in various social situations,the quicker I get my money" I winked at him leaving him with the confused expression he had on
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