Chapter 37

SOMA:

Every damn thing about me lately has been contrasting. And what’s more contrasting is how embracing I’ve been as they come to me. But now I’m fed up.

First I start to feel something for a man. Later I find out it might be in shambles because he does not feel the same way because of his inability to produce a spirit wolf. I still try to get on with it but my best friend seems to disagree with me because of it, citing that he’s undeserving of me. I think I want to believe that now because his insecurities have been a major factor in trying to make the relationship between us work.

The new situation that he cited might actually be one of the reasons he’s so insecure, but trying to make it sound like it’s my fault is the factor I do not even want to consider. It was irritating to the core because this was meant to be a two-person thingy. If anyone is at fault here, it shouldn’t be me.

When I sent him out of my office during the last conversation we had, I saw how hurt he was. I was, too, but my anger overwhelmed any feeling of pity that could flood through my being. And I do not regret that I did what I did because he didn’t have a right to spend one minute more with me then. Luckily for him, I didn’t allow my anger to take a better part of me if not I would have sent him out in a way that we would both regret.

I remember Cassie coming in about two minutes after he left. She wanted to know what went down between us but I couldn’t even give her a definite explanation because of how pissed I was. I’m glad she understood because she didn’t press on the issue. It wasn’t until about an hour later when she came back did I get to tell her what was going on. And also what I intend to do after.

What I intended to do after is what I am on the way to doing now. I have it in mind to confront the possible mastermind of Luis’ misgivings. And I do not care that I might be approaching him in all force, but I would be doing anything that I feel would be the only way for him to know that I am displeased with everything he has been doing.

My convoy and I have just gained access to the premises of Philander Corporations — a multi-business company that came from the arm of Payne Industries. This arm of business actually deals with exports and imports, but the Walters Holdings — which is my company — has not had every course to deal with them before.

The organization was almost a city away from the location of my family business’s branch that I oversee in the human territory. I’ve never even been to the organization before until today. So when I stepped down from my ride, it seemed like I just stepped into a whole new setting.

A skyscraper was built as the organization’s establishment. Such a massive building that I could see through the shades I have on. Wonder what the main organization would look like if an arm could be this massive.

Immediately, I was surrounded by the bodyguards I chose as my escort. Normally I would be here without aides, but to exude authority, you have to have such surrounding you. Especially if you go to an establishment as big as this unannounced.

We were let into the building — my guards and I, and right on the lowest floor, we become the center of attention. I flick my fingers so that the guards standing in front of me could pave way for me to head to the front and they do so immediately.

From there I could see the ongoings around the company, mostly as the employees start to fixate their focus on me. I’m used to this kind of attention so I just ignore their stares as I have my mind fixed on getting to the reception area.

“Good day, ma’am. How may I help you?” one of the two ladies standing right behind the receptionist counter asks me as soon as I arrive in front of the place with my guards.

“You can start by telling me where Leonard Payne’s office is situated,” I say coldly before taking the shades off my face. Then I surprise the two receptionists by suddenly beaming a smile at them. “Good day to you too,”

The perplexed looks on their faces tell me they do not know how to react to what I just did. And I am no stranger to people getting confused with my demeanor.

“Urgh, ma’am, d– do you have a scheduled with him?” the second receptionist picks up the courage to ask me that.

“Nope,” I shake my head, “but I’m about to have one.”

Another round of confusion bestows on them and I can only smirk at their naivete. I shouldn’t be doing this, especially with how pissed I am. But I can’t help it. Anytime I find a naive set of people, the trigger to play on their intelligence kicks in and I find myself doing so immediately.

“Who should we say is requesting an audience?” the first receptionist inquires from me as she picks up the telecom on the counter, failing a number into it and then placing it on her.

“The vice-president of Walters Holdings... Soma Walters.” was what I say which gets a nod in return before she starts to talk into the receiver while I wait.

It doesn’t take too long before she puts down the receiver and tells me, “His office is on the top floor. Take the elevator by your left. It will lead you there.”

I put my shades back on. “Thank you,” I switch back to my cold demeanor as I speak and then turn around to leave with my guards.

Even though I am now out of hearing, I hear the first receptionist say to the other: ‘That woman’s weird,’ to which the other responds with: ‘Still can’t believe she is the vice-president of Walters Holdings,’

The moment I step into the elevator with my guards, I turn around and stare in the direction of the receptionists. Just before the elevator doors shut close, I smirk in their direction, making them surprised.

When we get to the top floor, the elevator opens and with my guards, I step out of it. First I take a look around before I begin to walk over to where I see a possible secretary space.

“Right this way, ma’am,” she immediately says while getting up from her seat upon my arrival at her desk.

I nod first and then turn to look at the guards. “Wait here,” I tell them and then follow her as she approaches a door that she pushes open for me.

I get into a spacious environment that has a view of the outside world from here. Yeah, it literally has a sort of open window space which is something I wish I have in my office. But I can’t change the design because it would affect a lot of things in the establishment. I wish I had been there when be establishment began its structuring.

Putting aside the cool air that emanates from here just like the other parts of the organization, I seem to find it all comfortable such that I have to take my shades off to get a better view.

Everything about the design seems predesigned. More like it was all chosen by a team of experts that have worked on something similar to this before. Gives me the feels of a futuristic design.

“You like what you see, right?” I hear the voice of the dude that brought me here. No, the dude that is about to hear a lot from me very soon.

I scoff at his remark. Yeah, I made it obvious that the whole structuring and everything were okay, but did he have to make mention of it?

What I do next is to start to get closer to where he is. He is actually standing close to the open view window of the office, staring out. But with his standing position, it was apparent that he was staring at me alongside.

“So, what can I do for you, Alpha Soma Walters?” he says with an aura of confidence without even bothering to stare at me.

“Funny that you chose to call me my full name, Leonard Payne,” I say, already looking out from the view that I am standing. And yeah I can see the delight that I am missing for not having such a design in my office. If it comes to worse, I’ll order a restructuring of the Holdings building. “You know, if I was here yesterday, I might have thrown you off this building. And since I know you won’t be affected as you should be, I would follow it up with taking you back up here and doing the same thing to you all over again,”

“Oh my goodness,” he says in a sort of nonchalant tone. “I wonder what I might have done that would warrant you having such ill intent toward me,”

I turn to look at him, already annoyed that he is actually taking the whole thing way too casually. “It’s not about what you’ve done, you moron. It’s about what you are doing,”

He finally gets to look at me. And he shouldn’t blame me if I end up hitting him on the face because he actually had to be so annoying by giving me the creepy smirk of his again. I know how nonchalant he can be, but I won’t be taking any of that today. Especially not at this moment when I need to confront him.

“And do I get to know what I am doing?” he asks, still smirking.

“Of course, you will,” I say and then suddenly charge at him in full force, sending him crashing into the wall with my forearm pressed on his neck. “Why the hell are you giving Luis a hard time?” I yell to his face.