Chapter 37 - Office and the Unknown
The Sinclair Headquarters was in a chaotic mess. The lady boss was going to arrive today.
"Emilia is it true Mrs. Sinclair would arrive today," a woman gushed to their secretary. "Yes, Linda," Emilia let out an aggrieved sigh. All the workers were asking her a million questions about THE wife of the Sinclair brothers.
"Is it true her beauty could wage wars in ancient times?" another worker asked? Why would these billionaires marry a girl from nowhere? It could only make sense if she had the beauty of a goddess and luscious curves that men would drool over.
Emilia rubbed her forehead. "Mrs. Sinclair is lovely," she commented. Her beauty would not wage wars, but she was beautiful enough to make kings ignore their work to court her.
Emilia had only seen the young lady on her wedding day. She had an angelic aura; she looked like a sweet and innocent girl who had fallen into the hands of devils. Literally.
She wondered how their relationship had progressed by now. She would say the brothers loved their wife a lot because first time years, they would go home on time and stay home during weekends.
The murmurs came to an immediate halt when the workers saw the Sinclairs military-grade black limo, which could withstand a bomb attack, stopped at the right at the entrance.
Edward and Kai- with other dozen bodyguards climbed down from two SUVs that followed them everywhere. All heavily guarded with stoic faces.
The workers held their breath.
Women and men swooned as they saw Elias and Jasper get out of the car. Their dark blue suits, black hair, sharp jaw, fierce eyes, the cold aura. Everything about them was perfect. The detached and aloof look of Elias and the charming wicked smirk of Jasper made their heart skip a beat. They were fucking hot.
Everyone wanted them.
They were jealous of the lady who had captured their heart.
Soon they saw a small hand come out of the car to get captured by the big calloused hand of their boss. Elias held his wife's hand as if he held the rare porcelain. Her hand fitted snug in his as if they got made for each other. His heart had a fuzzy feeling. That was mixed with a hint of possessiveness and satisfaction as he stood by her side.
He looked at his wife with a soft smile ignoring the gasps from behind. Elias's smile was rare. Little did they know it was a normal thing whenever Iris was present.
Jasper was quick to place a hand on her back as he guided her towards the private elevator. They made sure the least amount of people can see them. Even though they were powerful, they could never be careless. One mistake and someone would try to harm their wife.
The workers didn't dare to take any photos; they did not wish to lose their job. Not everyone knew the cruelty of the brothers, and they were capable of killing only those who worked closest to the Sinclair's knew about their illegal dealings and how they took "care" of their competitors.
A buzz went through the onlookers. They could not see her face but could make her gentle silhouette. Her petite height, the brown curls, the pale blue dress paired with turtle neck blouse, and white boots. Overall she looked like a newbie coming to work.
Jasper pushed the button to the top floor in their private elevator. Only Jasper, Elias, and Iris entered the elevator while Emilia, Edward, and Kai took another elevator to the top floor.
"I can't wait to show you around," Elias murmured over her head as he brought her closer by her waist, greedily inhaling her sweet scent. She smelled like strawberries. She nodded to his comment.
"Me too," the last time she was here, she was fucking nervous to adore their office and its exquisite layout.
*ding*
The elevator opened to only exclusive people's floor where they had their main office. Emilia and others were already present. Their head bowed as they welcomed them into the office.
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair."
The brothers offered them a curt nod as Iris looked a little flustered from all the attention. It was just a regular day in the brothers' life.
"We will take you first to the tech section on our floor," that we especially moved for you. Elias took her towards the left side of the floor. Iris walked together with both of them, holding each of her hands. Somehow it reminded her of how mom and dad would clasp their hands with the kid while walking on the road.
She found their action comical; a giggle escaped her lips.
"What happened, babygirl," Jasper asked, an eyebrow raised. "Nothing," she quickly answered, failing to suppress the smile. Elias just shook his head.
They entered the cubicle to see the modern yet minimal design.
There were multiple PCs, a whole wall designated to server body, and a group of people waiting for them. She noticed two women in the team who smiled at her in a friendly way. She smiled back.
"HI, I am Raj. The one who tracked- oh shit. I mean, I am the current head of the tech department," Raj chuckled nervously. He wants to dig a hole and bury himself. The brown man with auburn eyes did not mist the vicious glare both bosses gave him and how the woman's smile dropped. He felt bad.
But it was technically his job, he reasoned with himself.
"Iris. Iris Feilds," she faked a deep voice to lighten up the environment.
"But you know that already, don't you," she gave him a smile that brought chills against his spine. Raj had a feeling she was going to hold a grudge against him for a lifetime. Somehow this felt worse than when his boss would threaten him.
Raj cleared his throat. "This is our team. Max, Rhodes, Julia, Ali, Sneha, and Carl," he did a quick intro for everyone at them. "We will her to your care. Make sure she is treated well," Jasper gave every a gentle smile. The people who did not know his real face thought his act of a gentleman but those who knew the bastard he was it was a clear threat.
Hurt his wife, and you are good as dead.
Elias placed a tender kiss on her forehead while Jasper kissed her cheeks, making her blush as she quickly hid the face. She could not handle their public display of affection. Somehow it made her fuzzy as she watched them leave with a smile.
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Somewhere unknown.
A man in his late 20s sat on the leather couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His foxy auburn eyes focused on the board in front of him. A mess of news articles, posit notes, and a hundred pictures pinned on the board.
"Sinclair rules the business world."
"The humanitarian Sinclair brothers donate 5 million dollars to Hope Orphanages."
"Sinclairs nominated for the most successful CEO awards."
"The most eligible men are no longer bachelors."
"Sinclairs are now married to a lovely lady."
A lovely lady who is now their weakness. A devilish smirk made on his lips. His foxy brown eyes narrowed, a ruthless glint passing through them.
The rich liquor traveled down his throat, enjoying the spicy, bitter flavor. He leaned back on the sofa.
His silk robe disheveled. The sculpted six-pack full-on display. An amused look on his pale face as he ran his hands through his hair.
The crackling sounds of the fireplace echoed through the room.
"Boss, everything is prepared," a man entered the room without any noise and answered his leader. He swiftly left after telling out the message.
A dark chuckle left his lips as he thought about the hell he would bring on the Sinclair brothers. He would take everything from them. Slowly. Painstakingly.
He would ruin them, bring them on their knees as they would beg for mercy.
But first, he would take something they valued.
Something precious from them.
Their wife.
To be continued...
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