April
It's been two days since the note from Phantom arrived mysteriously in my hands. I expected that night would be my Oblivion, It wasn't. But I am sure It will be soon.
What was worse that the Phantom reached me after 6 years. Until now I never had a single note or any communication with them.
What did they want from me after all these years? And what does it means the games are different now? Could it be any worse than before?
My mind was flooding with questions when I entered my office building all covered in white interiors. I work at Harper Cooperative as an assistant head when I get the time to stay alive.
I moved through the corridors people stopped and wished me. The white coat and short skirt bound me in all formalites but the usual scowl was visible on my face. I hate doing this. My Dad and Dr Harper are kind of friends so after I did my college, he urged me to become an employee here.
I had no choice but to listen to him. I thought I could still live a normal life by sticking with Dad's choices, but sadly I was wrong here too.
I could never be like them.
The door to my glass cabin opened revealing the biggest jerk in the world sitting on my chair. My Boss.
"What the fuck are you doing here Mason?", I asked irritation visible on my face.
"Don't be so hard on me, April. I am your boss, you keep forgetting that". He smirked at me taking a cigarette between his lips as his cunning black eyes looked at me like they always do. Like I am some game he is planning to beat. Those dirty black hair and sharp cheekbones are always clever and strategic. Even though his interest lags far form his work he never fails to leave the impact of who he is.
Mason Harper, Son of a billionaire and my middle school bully.
He is a money-spoiled brat who was hung upon me since we were just two, because the universe mistakenly made our dad friends.
My dad is rich too, but never had I got the privileges to use his money and fame recklessly. Leave the exception of Jared. I was too busy running for my life to do that.
"Yes, I remember Boss". I snarled back. I may be his employee, but he can't make me an obedient one. We both know who does all the work here.
Being his assistant is the worst, I do everything because his dad trusts me to handle his spoiled son while Mason only does his usual drugging and drinkings.
It's strange our dads think we are friends. Someday I fear that they will even ask me to marry him. I swear, if that day comes I am gonna kill
this jackass and run away.
"Cursing me in your mind, April?" He asked me throwing the cigarette butt in my coffee mug and stood up from my chair.
"You know better." I snapped his hand when he tried to touch my shoulder. He knows I don't like friendly touches. Especially from him.
"You are always rude, Girl. Just chill, I am not here to annoy you or give you extra work. Instead," He brought his face closer to mine "I am here to give you an offer".
I stared at him my blood running cold. Is he really going to propose me or something? Naa, He hates me too. But I am sure there is some trick.
Mason always play tricks.
"What offer?" I whispered nervously and he grinned in satisfaction.
"Don't be nervous. I am just asking you to come to Vegas with me and fake to be my girlfriend for a day". His grin intensified and I gritted my teeth controlling my urge to slap him. I may even have done it, If we aren't in the office.
"Don't worry It's simple, You just have to make my ex jealous. You have done this before. Haven't you?"
Yes I have, and It was horrible. He tricked me like he always does and humiliated me in front of the whole high school. I could never forget that day.
I moved my face closer so that my eyes could only focus on his, "If you ever tell me anything like that or dare to make any such offer. I will beat you, strangle you, until you beg me to stop." I hissed at him my voice sharp and threatening.
"And you know I can do that." His mouth twitched up in disgust as I said. I know he remembers that day too. With a loud thud of the door, I stormed off my cabin and head down to the elevator.
Anger running through my nerves. This jerk here and another in my house. My life sucks no matter how hard I try to make it better.
I hate that I cannot control my life. I hate that I made that deal years ago.
Sometimes I hate myself for letting everything affect me so much. When will I really find something to live for? When will I get my peace of mind?
Strong arms came crashing into me out of nowhere. The person flinched in surprise as my head hit on his right shoulder.
He hissed in pain as though I hitted him in the wrong spot. Despite myself, I snarled at him, "Can't you see!?"
His gaze landed on me sharply, "Well, I can see clearly but I think you can't."
He pulled back and I can see his ocean-blue eyes glaring at me. He is lean and solid but taller than me.
He was wearing a black jacket and a hoodie hiding his blond white hair. All his black clothes looked like a black spot in this white room. My eyes looked at his pierced milky-white face, jawline sharp and perfect.
Snow white hair and Ocean blue eyes. Am I dreaming?
I suck in breath with anger and awe, He is really attractive but had chosen a bad day to mess with me.
"Well, Mister wannabe punk hero you should watch your steps. This is not a club or your local park to visit.
This is a certified building of Harper Cooperative. You can't just walk here,
Jackass."
He blinked at me in surprise, "What did just you call me?" He asked and then goes on without waiting for me to answer.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Mam, I am not here for a night walk either. I have an appointment with Dr Harper and I wish to speak with him."
Ohh, fuck. He came for a meeting and I messed up. If he complains to Dr Harper about my behaviour and he tells my dad. Then, I am in trouble.
"Ohh...Ok," I fumbled trying to find the words without sounding rude. "I didn't see you as a client as you look like you just came out drunk from a bar."
He raised one eyebrow at me, his face blank. But his eyes say otherwise. He looked at me like I am something fun to watch. I bet he is both annoyed and in inside, laughing at me.
Instead, I laughed nervously, What Am I even saying?, "He is in a meeting. You can wait in the lobby. You will be called soon after he finishes".
"Thank you, Mam" He smirked at me. And I called Tora to look after him.
"You don't fit here you know?" I was taken aback by his words.
"What?" I asked my eyes tearing at his.
"I don't think arrogant people like you should work in something so big." He smirked and this time it was a mischievous one.
"And why do you think that?"
"Because I can see the frustrations on your face. You don't like it here. Isn't it?" He smiled, the truth was on his tongue. How could he see it that easily?
"I advise that when you don't like something, You should just quit it."
"Easy to say".
"I think it's even easier to do". I looked at him, his eyes pouring into mine.
"Who are you anyway? And why are you even talking to me?"
"Consider me as a social advisor since you came all smashing into me without any reason. I am just doing you a favour." Sarcasm was visible in his tone. I looked away.
What is happening today? Two idiots dropped at me one after the other on the same day?
"Tora!" I screamed and she came frantically balancing her files, "Guide him to the lobby. I am going to inform Dr Harper about his meeting."
"What name shall I give him?" I asked once again meeting his ocean-blue eyes.
He smirked, "Tell him 'The Ghost of December' is here to drop a visit."