Chapter 11 - Freely Enter (1/2)
”Excuse me, your high...sir,” Jack, Maxen's assistant, corrected himself right away when Maxen snapped his head towards his direction. Jack bowed and handed the two keycards to Maxen before stepping back with his head still bowed away from his boss. His lips lifted into a sneer behind his boss's retreating back. It's hard to keep up when the boss has too many identities ah! Everyone knows his identity yet he chose to be 'humble' sometimes.
Of the two keycards that Jack handed over, one has a gold letter P print to it, while the other was an ordinary white keycard. Earlier during lunch, Fiona gave Maxen an extra keycard to her place so he could freely enter her… and her place too.
They were almost at the elevator when a lady accidentally bumped into Maxen. Although Maxen's face was devoid of emotions, deep inside he was seething with anger because he hated people who walk like zombies, slaving themselves to their phones, waiting for an accident to happen.
”Sorry about that,” he heard her say. Her soft yet sultry voice suddenly reminded him of a girl. He moved his hand too close it created a spark yet the girl didn't even bother to raise her head and face him. And before he could get a good look at the lady, Fiona tugged the sleeve of his dress shirt, prompting him to hurry up.
Inside the elevator, Fiona eyed which keycard Maxen would use hoping to be brought to his suite for the first time. They've been 'hanging out' for a while now and she could feel how attracted Maxen was to her. She heard from the gr.a.p.evine that he rarely comes back for a second date so she tried to invite him for lunch which he gladly accepted. However, just like the other days, the elevator stopped on the 18th floor where Fiona's apartment was. 'It's ok. You'll bring me home soon,' she said confidently to herself as she smiled sweetly to him before they stepped out of the lift and walked straight to her bed.
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later that night - Cultural Complex
Nighttime has fallen and three cars arrived one after the other at the Cultural Complex where an auction was about to happen. Entangled with each other's embrace in the car, Fiona asked Maxen if he'd like to join her and her friends in the auction.
Maxen pulled away from her embrace and glanced at his watch to buy himself time to cook up an excuse and finally settled with his favorite excuse of them all. He looked out the heavily tinted windows and replied, ”I can't. I have something to attend to… royal affairs.” Maxen cleared his throat and sat leisurely with crossed legs and his hand resting on his knee.
Jack almost turned blue from holding in his laughter. That excuse never gets old, he thought. And after his boss said his piece, Jack alighted the car and opened the backseat passenger door for Fiona. She walked inside the venue alone, looking glamorous even with her broken heart. She smiled ever so sweetly to the group of invited media to the VIP event.
Fiona Chung. Chinese-Moroccan beauty. Lineage unknown. She quickly rose the cut-throat showbiz ranks and swept the country by storm with her beauty and talent. Her doll-like eyes and s.e.xy plump lips were envied by ladies and d.e.s.i.r.ed by men. She was wearing a wine charmeuse and chiffon halter gown contrasting on her white as snow skin and the ruffled skirt slit occasionally revealed her long slender legs as she walked.
”Fiona, who did you come with tonight?”
”Nobody. But my boyfriend dropped me off,” she replied before sending a wink to the reporter.
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