
Constellations
✰ Chapter 11 ✰
"Ember!" Vincent Anderson calls my name, motioning for me to retreat to his office. Office is a bit of an understatement. His is more like a luxurious work space. It's very, very big, for one. Giant windows fill the entire back wall from floor to ceiling, right behind is desk. Bookshelves cover two parallel walls, filled with hundreds of books from every genre. In the middle of the room are two leather couches facing each other, and a big glad coffee table in between. Being the CEO of one of the biggest publishing companies in America comes with its ups.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson?"
"Great work on these manuscripts. You're adding things I would never even have thought of; you're a natural, that's for damn sure. That being said, I'd like to give you something a bit more challenging; like a biology research document. I've emailed it to you, so let me know when you're finished."
I say thank you and walk out, silently praising myself for my hard work. I return to my temporary-office, which is about ten times smaller than Mr. Anderson's with grey walls, a small desk, and a few small windows looking out over the city. I sit in my chair and open up the document Mr. Anderson shared with me, reading it over once to get a feel of what it was all about. Ah, so that's why I never planned on pursuing a career in science, I think. A few minutes into my work, a knock sounds on my office door and in comes Rebecca, the clerk at Rosewell's front desk.
"Ember, someone's here to see you." She says upon entering.
"Who?" I question. It's quite strange of me to have visitors, considering I'm only an intern.
"Umm.. He's tall, has tattoos on his arms, British accent.. Says he's a 'special friend'." Rebecca explains.
My mind automatically drifts to Harry, whom all descriptions matched with.
I smile. "Let him in."
She nods once and walks out, shutting my office door behind her. I wonder why Harry didn't call. Maybe he's trying to be cute and surprise me; although he knows how important work is for me. After a minute, the door opens and the man who stands in my office is not Harry.
Dennis.
"Surprised to see me, love?" Dennis taunts.
I begin to tremble behind the not-so-safety of my desk, but do my best to hide the fear by standing up and walking around my desk in order to face him. The last thing I crave is for Dennis to see me as vulnerable.
"What are you doing here?" I question, trying to sound as big as possible, and failing.
"What, are you not happy to see me? Even after our splendid little chat the other day?" He says, playing innocent. By the look on my face and the deathly silence in the room, he realises that I am in to mood to play games and cuts the crap.
"You see- it goes like this; Harry stole something from me. Something I needed. But it's gone now, thanks to that little bastard shag of yours. And when something pisses me off, I don't let it go. I want Harry to know who he fucked with; but here's the catch: Harry isn't afraid of me. There's no way I can hurt him directly. But you, I can hurt. And that will cause Harry more pain than I can ever, ever, physically bring him." Dennis spits with such vile hatred in his tone that i involuntarily cringe. He then smoothes down his hair and returns to his sinisterly graceful self and continues.
"And do you see how very easy it is for me to get to you?" Dennis creeps closer to me, every step he takes forward, I take one back; until I hit the wall and he stands so close I front of me that I can feel his unsettlingly cool breath on my face. Everything about him is dark and menacing. What has Harry done to cause Dennis to become so vindictive?
I feel a wave of rage come on and decide to retaliate. "Harry won't let you touch a hair on my head, you asshole."
"Who said I needed his permission?"
And with that, I fall into a realm where all I see is black, black, black.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson?"
"Great work on these manuscripts. You're adding things I would never even have thought of; you're a natural, that's for damn sure. That being said, I'd like to give you something a bit more challenging; like a biology research document. I've emailed it to you, so let me know when you're finished."
I say thank you and walk out, silently praising myself for my hard work. I return to my temporary-office, which is about ten times smaller than Mr. Anderson's with grey walls, a small desk, and a few small windows looking out over the city. I sit in my chair and open up the document Mr. Anderson shared with me, reading it over once to get a feel of what it was all about. Ah, so that's why I never planned on pursuing a career in science, I think. A few minutes into my work, a knock sounds on my office door and in comes Rebecca, the clerk at Rosewell's front desk.
"Ember, someone's here to see you." She says upon entering.
"Who?" I question. It's quite strange of me to have visitors, considering I'm only an intern.
"Umm.. He's tall, has tattoos on his arms, British accent.. Says he's a 'special friend'." Rebecca explains.
My mind automatically drifts to Harry, whom all descriptions matched with.
I smile. "Let him in."
She nods once and walks out, shutting my office door behind her. I wonder why Harry didn't call. Maybe he's trying to be cute and surprise me; although he knows how important work is for me. After a minute, the door opens and the man who stands in my office is not Harry.
Dennis.
"Surprised to see me, love?" Dennis taunts.
I begin to tremble behind the not-so-safety of my desk, but do my best to hide the fear by standing up and walking around my desk in order to face him. The last thing I crave is for Dennis to see me as vulnerable.
"What are you doing here?" I question, trying to sound as big as possible, and failing.
"What, are you not happy to see me? Even after our splendid little chat the other day?" He says, playing innocent. By the look on my face and the deathly silence in the room, he realises that I am in to mood to play games and cuts the crap.
"You see- it goes like this; Harry stole something from me. Something I needed. But it's gone now, thanks to that little bastard shag of yours. And when something pisses me off, I don't let it go. I want Harry to know who he fucked with; but here's the catch: Harry isn't afraid of me. There's no way I can hurt him directly. But you, I can hurt. And that will cause Harry more pain than I can ever, ever, physically bring him." Dennis spits with such vile hatred in his tone that i involuntarily cringe. He then smoothes down his hair and returns to his sinisterly graceful self and continues.
"And do you see how very easy it is for me to get to you?" Dennis creeps closer to me, every step he takes forward, I take one back; until I hit the wall and he stands so close I front of me that I can feel his unsettlingly cool breath on my face. Everything about him is dark and menacing. What has Harry done to cause Dennis to become so vindictive?
I feel a wave of rage come on and decide to retaliate. "Harry won't let you touch a hair on my head, you asshole."
"Who said I needed his permission?"
And with that, I fall into a realm where all I see is black, black, black.
Notes
I know its short and I haven't updated for a long time, but I promise that the updates will become more frequent and the chapters will be much longer. For those of you who still read (and enjoy) Constellations, thank you very much!I would also like to welcome my new co-author, (as the other one quit) liams_girl (:
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12/10/13