Blaze was a man of his word; he embodies fearlessness, pride, and enterprise, refusing to compromise his standards for anyone or anything. Furthermore, when someone comes to his door to threaten him with blackmail, he is the type of person who reciprocates with equal measure to what he receives.
Once the faucet was closed, Blaze looked at himself in the mirror and a moment later came a knock on the door, the door opened and walked inside Arthur. He hands some documents to Blaze and stood straight at his place.
Blaze thoroughly read the papers, "He really thinks, he can do it?" it was a question to mostly himself, later he handed them back to Arthur, walking out the restroom.
Earlier a man had walked into Blaze's company unannounced, and it sure did not make Blaze happy,
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," Blaze said, settling onto the couch with a casual ease that masked the wrath brewing inside him.
"No, it's fine, Blaze," the man in his 40s replied, his tone too nonchalant, too dismissive.
The very mention of his name, carelessly thrown into the air, caused Blaze to clench his teeth. He sensed his control loosening, a primal, savage fury gnawing at the brink of his calm.
No one calls him by his name.
"See you at the docs."
The man rose, striding to the door with an authority that left Blaze feeling if the man even know what was he doing. H didn't hesitate, didn't take a moment to consider Blaze's response. It felt like it was an order—discreet, yet still an order.
The door shut with a quiet finality, yet Blaze stayed still. His stare remained locked on the vacant entrance, his eyes shadowed with something much more perilous than simple. He whispered to himself, his tone soft and menacing, "I will sure be there." The words represented a vow—one that bore a significant cost.
He stood, moving to the upper level of the room, and took his seat at his desk. His eyes locked onto the screen as he sat back, noticing the stack of important documents Arthur had left for him. "What are these?" Blaze asked.
"Some documents from your study-" Blaze cut him off, "Throw them out." This answer made Arthur look at his boss for a few moment, before nodding to himself, as he was about to take them, he notices a small white envelope on the top of it, "Should I throw this to?" He asked as he took it in his hand showing it to his boss, Blaze's eyes immediately caught the sight of the envelope, "Why is it here?" Blaze questioned Arthur, "You had left it there last night, so I bought it along," Arthur answers.
Blaze take the envelope from him and for a moment he just stared at it with his expression showing nothing. He brushed the blue ink engraved the name 'Savannah' on it, brushing his fingers on it for the last time.
In the ashtray on his desk, Blaze tore the envelope into fine strips, his hands calm and exact. He let the pieces fall separately, observing them drift into the dish like forgotten scraps. Silently, he retrieved a lighter from his desk drawer and ignited it with a quick snap. He held the flame near the paper, and within seconds, it ignited—crackling, curling, and becoming ash. He brought the fire to each fragment until all was gone, not a trace left to remain.
Arthur remained quiet, watching the careful devastation. Blaze's tone was icy and conclusive as he faced his computer again, "Nothing should still be alive."
Baldwin's Mansion
Checking up on Mr. Baldwin for one last time, Savannah takes her purse and walks out the room. Descending the stairs and walking down the living area, she saw Blaze walking inside the manison, it looked he had just arrived from his work.
"Savannah." He called her name.
"Yeah?" she asked as they both were now standing in front of each other, "Clocking out?" He questioned checking his wrist watch, "Yes," she answered keeping it short and simple.
"Do you have a minute?" Confused Savannah just looked at him, "Is it about apartment?" She questions in return. He nods.
"Did you find any?" She asked with a bit hope that had left in her. "Let's go to my study."
Blaze's Study Room
"Have it, it's still warm."
Savannah took a sip of chamomile tea, the tea had no taste, but sure had an effect.
"Tell me?" Savannah said putting the cup back on the table in between them, "We have found one." He answered his eyes not leaving her even for a micro second.
And then handed her his Ipad, which had every inch information about the property. Savannah started reading every detail and something caught her attention. And Blaze starts doing his own work, letting her read in peace.
"It states that it's 110 km distant!" she glanced up, her disbelief evident.
"Yes, it is." Blaze reacted.
Savannah blinked, still absorbing the distance, And Blaze was gazing at her with an inscrutable look."I have some plans," he stated, his tone steady and measured.
Savannah raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to elaborate, her curiosity piqued. What caught her off guard wasn't the words he spoke, but the way he looked athere—asking her for her permission, as if her opinion mattered in whatever he had in mind.
It wasn't just a formality. It was a gesture that she never took for granted in her life, and she found herself liking that he still asked.
"The distance is the major problem, so I have arranged a car and one of my drivers for you, who will drive you, to your new apartment and bring you back to the mansion, so there will be no inconvenience during the whole trip." It was indeed a good suggestion but not for Savannah, it was too much and not to mention Theo, she can't just leave him alone far at distance with no one around.
"I don't think, it will be convenient for me." She says
"It's fine, I'll look for a way, but thank you for helping me and sorry for wasting your time." She said with a smile that didn't reached her eyes and that did not go unnoticed by Blaze. He saw every inch of her inside and out.
The Dog in the mansion has a better life than her. She thought.
"You can move into the mansion if you want." His words came out of nowhere, came like a sudden breeze, and for a moment, Savannah simply gazed at him, utterly bewildered. It was so surprising, so ridiculous, that she couldn't avoid feeling a tide of bewilderment surge through her.
She blinked, attempting to understand what he had just mentioned. "Do you... perhaps read minds?" She inquired, her tone blending skepticism with sincere interest. She wouldn't have been surprised, considering what she knew about Blaze.
He possessed a knack for predicting thoughts, expressing notions that makes you question whether he somehow understood precisely what you were thinking. However, this? This was something completely different.
His response was simple, yet loaded. "If it's you, I can." He said it with such calm certainty, it almost felt like a promise.
Author's Note:
How are you all? Doing fine I guess <3
Small updates because I'm not well, but big things gonna happen in the upcoming chapter's, have patience<3
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