A Blaze In My Heart

13. "You're right. You look miserable."

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Blayze Colton had truly managed to astound me. An hour and a half after he had left to try and retrieve his stolen data, he stood before multiple cameras and microphones, talking about his upcoming app that would be launched soon, sharing its features and everything that made it better and different from other applications.

I was beyond curious as to how he'd done that. I wanted to know somehow. Where had he gone? How did he know who did it? Whom did he confront? Was a confrontation enough to get back what was his?

Mia Sanders was not as surprised as me. "There's a lot that Mr. Colton is capable of." She had told me when I questioned her about how Blayze was able to recover everything.

I wondered what those things included. Could he actually go to any extent he wanted? Even dangerous extents?

Anyway, the press conference went smoothly and not long after, the news of Colton Enterprises' upcoming, breakthrough app was trending all over social media, with committed users and clients of Colton Enterprises' apps and technologies, enthusiastic for its release.

Of course, the high and mighty CEO, the one and only (note my sarcasm), Blayze Colton, was also trending all over social media. From Twitter to Instagram to Facebook, everyone was brimming with praise for the 'incredibly talented and genius Blayze Colton.' Their words, not mine.

I had absolutely no idea what he had done to be in their good books. Or maybe they just valued and acknowledged his work and weren't aware of his egotistic and rude nature.

"Miss Woods, we've buried a huge potential problem. Otherwise months of hard work would have gone down the drain." Blayze stated the obvious, walking in big steps ahead of me as I followed him to the elevator on the ground floor of his building.

"I'm curious as to how you managed to do that." I said, hoping he'd give something away, just as we stepped into the elevator

His gaze at me was piercing. "Miss Woods, do not underestimate me." Was all he said before he turned his gaze to the elevator doors.

Fine. Don't tell me.

I watched as his hand reached out and pressed the stop button. My body stiffened and I took an instinctive step backward. His body turned toward me, his infamous impassive expression decorating his face.

"W-what are you doing?" I hated that my words came out as a stammer.

A slight frown now laced his face. "Miss Woods, this is an executive elevator."

"So?"

He pressed the button for the next floor, one we were not supposed to get off on. "So leave." He said as the elevator doors dinged open.

"What? Why?"

"I don't share this elevator with anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. Get out and take some other elevator to the top floor." He deadpanned.

I glared at him with all my might, debating on arguing with him, but I realised I didn't have much energy to do that. He was such a mentally draining person.

With a final glare, I stomped out of his damned 'executive elevator'.

Jerk face.

I turned to see him looking at me coldly, before the elevator doors shut and his annoying self disappeared from sight.

It was then I realised that there was no other elevator on that floor and that I would have to take the stairs to the next one.

He stopped on that floor on purpose.