Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I took a shower, trying to wash off how dirty I felt. This was for Sofia, I kept saying to myself, as I got dressed in a pencil skirt and black pumps and a white button down. I headed down to Evans Towers in Lower Manhattan. There I stood in front of the large skyscraper. The sun reflected brightly off the all-glass exterior, making it glisten. I watched as people walked in and out of the building. My feet were cemented onto the ground, afraid to take that one last step. I was worried, nervous. Who was I going be at the end of this? I was selling myself and I knew it. It was for Sofia, I said to myself again. I headed inside and walked over to security.
“Yes,” an older man in a grey security suit said to me.
“I'm here to see Mr. Daimon Evans,” I said in a defeated voice.
“Very well. I’ll call his secretary.” He picked up his phone and dialed.
“Yes, a Ms…” he leaned in toward me.
“Ms. Addie,” I said quietly.
“Yes, a Ms. Addie is here.” He waited and nodded.
He extended his hand and let me pass through the security area. He led me to an elevator and put in a key. He turned it and the doors opened.
“Mr. Evans is upstairs,” he noted.
I walked through and watched as the elevators doors slowly closed on what was my simple life. Moving forward everything was going to be complicated and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
I rode the elevator until it reached the top floor. The doors opened to a slick black hallway with a long grey carpet in the middle, which led to a secretary at the far end. I nervously made my way, looking around. The tall cathedral ceilings had huge skylights letting in the sun’s rays. I continued to walk while basking in the sun’s golden glow. The only sound I could hear was the sound of my heels as I walked down the carpet.
“This way, Ms. Addie,” the secretary said annoyed, probably because I took my time to get to her. She stood up from her seat and headed toward Daimon’s office. She was middle aged, but still stunning. Her blond hair was perfectly coiffed, her skirt suit was designer and so were her thick black-framed glasses. She reached for the double dark mahogany wooden doors and opened them. Daimon’s office was enormous as I slowly walked in. His secretary closed the door behind me, leaving me alone with Daimon. I stood not knowing what to do first. I looked around his office; he had floor-to-ceiling windows, which overlooked the Hudson River. He was on the phone as he sat on his leather office chair, leaning backwards. He was playing with his pen, much like he did in high school, meticulously twirling it around his fingers. His large desk was long; one end held his computer and some files.
“Yeah, do what you have to do to get it done!” he seethed and hung up.
“Addie.” He stood from where he was sitting and walked over to me. He wore a simple three-piece light grey suit and a white shirt. He smirked as I looked at him. “I look good I know,” he shrugged knowingly.
“That’s not what I was thinking,” I lied.
“Really and what was Addie thinking?” he asked as he sat down on one of his brown leather couches, at the other end of his office. He watched me, waiting for me to join him.
“I was thinking how the hell did you get this job, but then again you do have your family,” I laughed. His face changed and he grew annoyed.
“Let me tell you this much. This building is mine and I earned it, not because I was born with money, but because I worked hard for it.” he sounded insulted by my comment. “Satisfied?”
I guess my comment must have hurt his ego. I made my way to the couches and sat down across from him. He reached for a file and placed it on the coffee table. He then slid it over to me.
“Open it up and read it. You can only do this here, simply because this relationship will only exist in front of others. Behind closed doors, we can be who we normally are. I want no one to know about this. So take your time. Oh, but don’t you need to work, right?” The way in which he said only made this decision harder on me.
“No, Sofia and my father are working today,” I murmured as I looked through the papers. Words such as control and ordering kept popping up. I looked it over in disgust. Basically, he wanted to control every aspect of my life, telling me when and where he wanted me, as if I were a doll, he’d dress up and I would act accordingly. I threw the papers on the coffee table and glared at him.