Anise

He stood opposite the detective in his seat. The only thing separating them was the desk, just like us.

My eyes were heavy on him, curious to know what daven had in stock again to keep me.

He made a plane stop after leaving me to have hopes that I'd be free.

The secretary came to address the detective who didn't take his eyes off us. Once he was done talking with the detective, he shoved his face at us.

My heart flips, waiting for the unexpected.

"The only way out is to come up with an agreement" the secretary addresses.

"My boss is willing to forgive if you pay him back but if you can't, you're staying," he furthers.

"What?" I spewed out at last, widening my eyes at him.

Becky faced me as she set her mouth.

"I-I... didn't steal anything. It's a ploy..."

"Are you in or out?" The secretary cuts in with blazing eyes at me.

Becky's eyes were pleading as she looked scared than anything for us both.

"Where the evidence that proves your facts..."

Before I could complete my statement, the secretary had brought a paper from his briefcase and shoved it into my face.

"Read the clauses of what you signed, Ms Anise"

He pointed out and Becky took it from him to read it out loud. I didn't listen to all that she read until she said:

"If I leave or make an attempt to run, I'd be returning a trillion dollars. You have every right to arrest me, torture me or do anything you want if I fail to do so."

"In the meantime, you'd serve under me, listen to my rules and become..."

She paused as the detective and I stared at her with probing eyes.

"Let's just leave that part out of it...but why would your brother do this? ""You have a decision on your own", she asserts, placing the paper on the table as my face grew ashen.

Why was I in haste to sign the paper without reading it? The secretary and detective's eyes were now on me.

I didn't want to listen to anyone else and my eyes wandered far off.

"Are you in or out?" The secretary repeated like a judge who was passing my verdict by listening to whatever reply I had to say.

I closed my eyes, left with no choice than to stay back because I signed that paper, and it would be evidence against me.

"I agree" I responded in an embittered tone and closed my eyes.

We were at a corner while the secretary had his eyes on the road.

"What's going on?" Becky asked immediately. We stepped outside the precinct with the secretary.

"That fact that we'd be stuck here...with him" I responded in a dry tone and then clenched my fist.

She gawped at me, as if I hadn't explained anything to her.

"Now I believe you when you said I shouldn't fall in love with him, he is too charming."

She giggled and tickled me on my ribs but had to stop when I flashed her a burning glare.

Becky cleared her throat and then stood straight while swaying her arms left and right.

"I mean, he gets what he wants, how and when, more like a politician to me", she furthers in a shy tone, and I grew more frustrated with her around.

"Don't tell me you believe that!" I accused and threw her hands in the air, her palms out as it seemed she was tired of the whole drama.

In a short while, a limousine drove to where we stood to pick us up. It's another ride back to Mayfair.

The limousine pulled over in front of daven's mansion. The gates rolled over for us and the car drove us in, halting at the magnificent fountain.

We got out of the car, anger seething through me as I stomped towards the mansion.

However, daven was by the entrance door, with two glasses of wine and a stern face that made him look like the boss he is pictured as.

He raised a toss with a glass and a sided smile escaped his lips.

"Welcome back"

I hated those two words and I gritted my teeth. He stretched his other hand forward, gesturing to me to take the glass.

It felt like he was taunting me. It's his way of saying he has me now indeed.

We stared intensely at each other, saying no words but just bottled emotions, and I believe mine was that of loathe for him.

Becky creeped closer to him, smiled in a giddy way and took the glass from him.

"I'd just take that, while you guys figure yourselves out" she muttered, clung the wine cup with her and catwalked inside the house.

"I guess this family union was made by heaven, we can't escape it" he proclaimed in a flamboyant tone, and then took a sip of his wine.

I heaved and closed my eyes, throwing my head back. The gaze was so intense that we didn't have to say a word but knew each intent.

"Nice play Daven", I mused in anger while surrendering.

I walked past him, intentionally bumping his shoulder and I heard him scoff.

"It's just playing the role of his manager, nothing else", I told myself repeatedly while counting my steps to my room.

Back to the way I left it, and it felt like I just took a stroll and returned.

My eyes evaluated the place and a thought came to mind. What if he had cameras everywhere, watching me?

I doubt he isn't a pervert, right?

I found myself searching every corner, turn, crannies and crooks of this large room that would fit for a sitting room.

I found nothing, the ceiling wasn't left out, and I tried checking the marble tiles to see if perhaps there was an opening where he'd crept in at night.

Nothing.

A pang of guilt flushes inside me for thinking that way about Daven when he meant no harm.

My phone suddenly rang in my pocket. Seeing the contact made me gasp. I was so busy trying to avoid daven that I forgot I had something important to do.

I paced towards my balcony to answer the call.

"You never called back ma'am", the voice muffled immediately I answered.

"Something urgent came up, any threat yet?" I asked, traveling my eyes around.