Wrath – Part ll

The morning came before Onyx realized it, and after getting dressed, he was on his way to his corporate office in the city.
"Did you get a word from Captain Jade?" Onyx inquired as he entered his office, Lilian following behind.
"No, sir, but the mail included the address and time, so even if she doesn't respond, she may come to visit." She informed, and Onyx nodded as he sat down on his plush chair.
"What needs to be done today?" He inquired as Lilian walked him through his schedule for the day. Lilian afterward left, and Onyx dived into work. But all the while, the thought of Ophelia swirled in his mind. He found out she was fired for unexplained reasons, and she was indeed responsible for the CHRO's broken nose. But he believes she wasn't fired for assaulting the CHRO but she assaulted the CHRO for firing her. He wanted to know more about the incident, but first, he needed Ophelia to work as his private pilot.
When the intercom rang, Onyx was pulled out of his thoughts. He picked it up and his secretary's voice came through.
"Sir, Captain Jade is here." Onyx's stomach flipped for some bizarre reason and he promptly responded, "Send her in."

When Ophelia knocked on the door, he sat up straight and looked up, saying, "Come in," in an authoritative deep voice, and Ophelia came in, pushing open the door. Onyx stood up as Ophelia walked in, he gulped and his gaze wandered free over her body. Her raven black hair was parted in the middle and hung free on her back, away from her face, nicely shaping her face. She was dressed in a black turtleneck blouse, black pants, black pumps, and a navy blue double-breasted blazer on top. She had accessorized with a black leather handbag, gold studs, and deep brown sunglasses. Her deep maroon lipstick-coated lips were in a thin line, her piercing cold slate blue eyes staring him down from behind the shades. She looked way too attractive for her own good and he felt himself getting way too excited for his own good.

He was gawking at her with an open mouth, but when Ophelia narrowed her eyes at him, he immediately shut his lips and sat down.
"Please have a seat." As he cleared his throat, he beckoned for her to take a seat.
Ophelia sat down, taking off her sunglasses and placing her handbag next to her chair. When she looked up, he was staring at her. He noticed Ophelia's unusually frigid face; it felt like the calm before the storm, and Onyx couldn't help but admit it gave him the chills.
She narrowed her eyes at him once again, and he coughed and cleared his throat.
"I'm delighted you decided to accept my invitation—" he paused when Ophelia raised her hand.
"Just cut to the chase." His eyes widened slightly as she said this curtly. He suddenly felt like he was standing in front of a ravenous predator who was ready to pounce at any moment. But he instantly regained his composure and resumed speaking.
"As you requested, I learned that you were fired from the airlines with which you worked, and I would like to offer you the position of my private pilot," Onyx stated in a professional tone, and Ophelia burst out laughing.
"After everything you've done, you have the audacity to offer me a job!" She spat furiously. "After everything, you think I'd work for a jackass like you!" She laughed bitterly, "You are mistaken, Mr. Reighs!"
"What did I do?" Onyx was perplexed, and she was enraged.
"Don't play dumb, Reighs! What type of a d*ickhead abandons a woman alone in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere! I could have been kidnapped or murdered! You didn't even have the decency to wake me up or leave a note before you left! You probably expected to f*uck me too, being the libertine you are, but when you couldn't, you just left without saying anything!" Onyx stood up aggressively when she finished her sentence, his hands clenched in rage as he struggled to remain cool.
"Ophelia, be careful what you say!" He muttered it through gritted teeth, and she stood up as well.
"Why? Did what I said and what happened hurt your ego? Such a d*ickhead you are to ask your w*hore in the Delta Airlines to fire me!" She spat.
"To fire you? Why the hell would I do that!" He questioned, gritting his teeth, and she scoffed,
"That's why I despise blackguards like you."
"Blackguard? Really? I offer you a job out of sympathy for your f*ucking indebted father, and you come here to insult me in my office!" He growled, and the insulting words infuriated her.
"With a daughter like you, I can only imagine what a scumbag your father must have been in business to go bankrupt and beg for help!" She was in front of him in an instant, and a tremendous blow fell on his abdomen. He grunted as he ducked down. She bent her knee and kicked him where the sun didn't shine. He flinched and grasped his crotch. He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him.
In a couple of seconds, he felt as if he had been overcome by a severe illness, which gave him nausea and the inability to walk. He collapsed on the ground, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes, and whimpered in excruciating testicular pain.
"Don't you f*ucking dare curse my father! I swear to God I'll f*ucking kill you!" She hissed angrily and spun around to leave. She stopped and tilted her head glancing back she muttered.
"Be grateful I left your gorgeous face alone, and don't think for a second that I missed your big boy nuts!"
"At least you think I'm handsome!" He groaned,
“Meeting you in this wretched world is my biggest regret. I hope I never ever have to see your face again! And you make sure you never ever stumble upon me, or I swear I will kill you!” Her words were venomous and she walked away, slamming the door shut with a thud. Onyx on the other hand, sure hoped to not see her again, her words left a big dent on his ego.
Somewhere in Berlin

"Mr. Reighs will see you now." Mason raised his head as the secretary ushered him in with a pleasant smile. He gave her a polite smile and followed her towards the office. The secretary knocked on the mahogany double door and pulled it open, allowing Mason to enter.
"Mason! It's been a while, my friend." The man, who appeared to be in his mid-fifties, approached him with wide arms and a bright smile.
"Gerbert!" (Jer-Bare)