Darren Black
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CHAPTER
1
My fingers hurt. I knew i shouldnt clutch onto my
cup too tight. My knuckles turn white. The last thing i want to do is breaking
it to pieces and spill my tea everywhere. But my chest hurt and my mind is in
great ditress. If only i could vanish the sight i am looking at right now.
Every aspect, no, every tiny facet of it.
Those dark and sturdy arms folded on the table, other fair girlish
fingers knocking constantly on their table, and two cups of coffee and plate put
between them. Even the sun light mirrorred on their eyes, or the cookies crumbs
scattered on the male’s black trousers. I want it all to just disappeared and
wiped out of my sight, my mind if possible.
I dont know what they’re talking about right now.
Poor me i wasnt born with the ability of lip-reading which i desperetaely want
to possess at the moment. I cant even guess what they feel. Those two
incredibly good-looking people over there, sitting by the window. That couple
of lavishly dressed citizens. Dont get me wrong, its not that i am against any
freedom of choice that allow us to wear
whatever you want orto show off any affluence you own, its just that i get
plainly irritated by dealing with them almost every minute of my life.
“Pardon Sir, are you ready to order your meal
now?“ A brown head waitress is beaming at me. I notice her blue contact lenses
and fake eyelashes. I dont think a waitress should try this hard.
“Ah, ya of course..” I guess waiting with a little
snacks in hand would be much better.
“Here is our menu. You can call me when you’ve
your choice. My name’s Amanda..” She smiles coquettishlyand leaves my table. SerIously girls nowadays!
Can’t they get a better self control? I let go of my cup and pore over the menu
page by page. Blueberry Cheese cake, Rainbow Cream Cake, Blackforest cake,
Cornflakes Cookies,Red Velvet, all of them are tempting me but all those are included in my forbidden list of food right now. My diet started merely a week ago. Green Tea Cake. Jeez it
is my favorite. What if i have a day off now? Sure it is okay, right? I mean
come on, i barely touch any sweet-tasted food since Leo, my Spanish private
trainer laid hands on my life.
“I’ve no idea if a menu could be a very
interesting reading for someone like you?“ A deep and amused voice chimes my
ears. I dont need to look up just to find out who its owner is. I can even see
how his lips curled stifling his usual mocking chortle.
“Are you done yet? “ i asked. My eyes glued to the
page in my hand. I hear the sound of chair being pulled in front of me.
“Yeah, she just wanted to see me. Jeez! ‘Just
seeing me’ she said and i’ve to cancel one appointment already!” Oh God, he’s
already started and he is hardly with me for 10 seconds.“Why cant she wait
‘till weekend then? We even agreed week ago to have dinner on week end and she
insisted ‘oh babe, i just need to see you before sitting my exam’ in whining
squeaking voice of hers. You remember her ‘fierce and fun’ themed fashion exhibition exam i
told you few days ago? So ridiculous! Fun fierce! I really lost track on how
our fashion institutes teaching their student or how does her brain conduct its
work. These creatures called women are seriously no-“ My ears prickle.
“I dont remember asking you what she wanted.” I
cut him off. “All i asked was are you guys done and thats all.” I said
nonchalantIy and reach for my cup,
drinking all the remainings
in one gulp.
“I dont recall today is your PMS day?” His
eyebrows furrow. Here comes his idiotic sense of humour.
“Huh, are you keeping that in your journal then?”
i snap at him.
“Oh com on bro, you know perfectly well that you
are my only ‘journal’ in this world..” His crooked smile on display. I roll my
eyes at him. His last sentence is indeed an established truth between us. I’ve
been working as his personal assisstance for almost 2 years and being Darren Black's PA is basically evolving my life around his, 24/7.
“But really, why are you sulking me at me brother?” I know
he is in serious mode. He doesnt call me ‘brother’ for no reason. I sighed.
Honestly, i’ve no idea either. Its just getting on my nerve whenever that girl
shows up. That college girl Darren has been dating lately. Surely i cant tell Darren that, can i?
“Look Darren, you know how much i hate to
break a promise especially with a kind-hearted colleague like Mr. Han..” I
speak feebly. This is not a lie. I was really sorry telling Mr. Michael Han that his
long awaiting appointment with precious Darren Black had to be postponed due to
Mr. Black's sudden emergency situation.’
“That Chinese guy? I am sure he doesnt mind. He is
not that difficult..” he said. I’m sighing once again.
“That’s exactly my point. I find it much easier to
inform this kind of things to someone obstinate and pig-headed. Since i dont
mind hurting their feeling..” How he could build a successful corporation with that slow brain of his is
still a mystery to me.
“You meant someone tenacious like Chris right? That
other Chinese pig-head?” He makes an imitation gesture of pig’s nose with his
eyes wide open. What an ugly face! But I am not supposed to laugh now. I cant be laughing now.
“Hey! Whoever i meant is not the point! Stop it,
idiot!” I threaten to throw
him my tea cup. “What if a reporter caught that? Where do you plan to burry
your reputation, huh?”
“I know what you meant, Bro! Caring
about other’s happiness ‘till his death.. “ He leans his chin oh his palm. One
elbow props on the table. “At least i made you smile, right?”
“What? When? I didnt!” I protest instantly.
“I saw it, though!” He shrugs.
“You saw wrong, then!” I look at my watch.
“Whatever. I guess i cant have my cake. Lets go to your next schedule..”
“Hey, you still can eat if you want. I wont
let my employee starve!” He protests.
“Its fine. Seems like Leo’s angels are here
keeping their eyes on me. Making sure i dont break his no sugar snacks rules.”
He rolls his eyes. “Come on, dont tell me you’re still keeping your bullshit dieting program. Diet is women’s
curse. Not ours!”
“Wait, I think you just cant keep your eyes off
that sexy Spanish trainer, right?” He raises one of his eyebrow. Making my
knuckles itch.
“Lets just pay and go away from here, Darren..” I try my best to supress this urge to throw a whole table at him.
“Hahaha.. Your angry face never ceased to amuse
me, Liam ! Haha look at those lips..” I roll my eyes at him
when his phone suddenly rings. Darren looks at it in dismay. “Oh shit! What
should i do, Bro?” He looks desperately at me. I grab his phone and knew that
‘Angela Kim’ will appear on the screen. That girl, seriously! An hour hasn’t
passed since her departure and here she wants to get on my nerve again.
“Just get in the car while i pay and taking care
of this..” I motion him to to go with my hand. I summon the nearest waitress
while Darren has already left to the car. In our cases, sometimes the roles of
Boss and Assistance are only a thin sheet apart.
CHAPTER
2
I’ve been sitting in this meeting for an hour.
Taking notes of every tiny important details that might be important later,
knowing in mind that Darren would be too absorbed to take any notes at all.
Almost 15 men in their suit sitting around a big oval table. Darren is sitting
calmly beside me. Hands folded and his dark eyes staring intently to one
grey-haired man giving presentation in the front. Sometimes his thick eyebrows
will furrowed slightly to deeply, creating v line between them.
He wears those black suit i just picked from the
laundry yesterday. His grey tie gleams on his black shirt. He looks impeccably
neat and sharp. His gaze gives the impression of self-containment mixed with
‘please no nonsense!’ gesture. And those dark eyes. No words could describe
their profundity.This is exactly how the American youngest successful CEO Darren Black looks like in public eyes. In
time like this, no usual idiotic chatters pass through his mouth. His eyes no
longer ignite those playful beams.
ps : i wrote it in highschool. pls dont judge lol
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