•Dichotomy•
|"A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different."|
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How many silhouettes can one trap in oneself? How many faces can a mask hide...
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"Eh bien, il est bien meilleur que toutes les mauvaises personnes que j'ai connues dans toute ma vie." (*Well, he is much better than all the bad people I have known in my entire life.)
Alex quipped at Elysse's remark on the President.
Elysse grew apprehensive around her. Quietly, both of them remained stationary in their positions. The cutting edge of the silence gave time for both of them to think of a comeback and the further course of events.
Alex had worked for him for well over a month and a half. Soon, she would be completing two. In this short amount of time, she had found out enough about him. Just the perfect amount needed for her to maintain a professional ambience.
The President of Walker House was a hot topic of gossips among the employees and in the media. They loved to speculate and create stories about someone whom they might never have a chance to see in their entire life.
From whatever she could collect about him, she only knew that he was a man who rarely remained in the US.
As the President of such vast Law empire in the world, he was always travelling to different countries. And even if he was in the US, he would stay holed up in his private floors of the east wing or his home.
No one excepts the high officials have seen him. Alex tried researching about him on the internet but found no clue, except some articles about his involvements in some government meetings.
But there too, he was inconspicuous.
There were no photos or any history available.
But there were numerous articles about the fame of the Walker House. And how the President was being counted as a fundamental power in the world.
He appeared like the kind of person who would work as a mastermind behind the curtains. From the handful of what people knew about him and what she heard of, he was a genius.
But now that she was with him for most of the time, she knew it was true. But there were certain things only a handful of people could assume about him, given that they were dealing with him. And she was fortunate to be one of them.
Apparently, he was not someone who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was someone who was born with a diamond - studded spoon. Billions were like the dust of his palms which he effortlessly could wash away.
The man had everything, he played in multi - trillions. Or even more. But nothing about his money matters was ever disclosed to the public. Nobody knew where that money was utilized except all the establishments of thousands of his affiliated firms spread across 300 or more countries, all at the top.
It was anonymous as to where he was born or brought up, or from which university in which country did he earn his degree, or what exactly were his qualifications.
But, rumors had acclaimed strongly that he was indeed the most influential person in the world governments, and an heir to some undoubtedly powerful family of considerable old money. But the family was unknown to the public eye.
