Fangs of Fate

      Scott's POV

Leaving the house was always a chore and today was no different. No sooner had I stepped out of the house than I could already hear the distant voices of the press. It didn't matter to them that they could barely see me nor the fact that there was a fence, a garden and quite a number of security guards between them and me. Nope, they all ignored that and kept shouting in hopes of getting an exclusive interview despite how many times I had ignored them.

I examined them for a few seconds before I got into my car, my chauffeur had already driven it to the walkway earlier. Massaging my forehead a bit before putting on my shades to match my Ralph Lauren suit, I signalled to him to get going.

After a few minutes drive, we arrived at Wells Marcelo investment bank, of which I was the C.E.O.

The hot weather in October was a killer. Despite the Air Conditioner of the car, I still sweated profusely from the scorching sun.

I was in cloud nine, the moment I walked into the bank, flanked by bodyguards. I was about to close a deal with a major client. However, something just didn't feel right. "Where's Mr. Taylor?" I inquired from the receptionist at the front desk.

"He could not make it sir, he sent her in his stead." She replied, gesturing towards a young miss who sat in the waiting area, idly. She was dressed in a plain green gown, I bet she was not Mr. Taylor's representative, she looked less sophisticated than a representative.

My eyes journeyed through her body and back to her slender face, as I stood by the front desk. Just then, she looked towards my direction and caught me staring. I raised my sleek brow, pretending I was staring at something else.

I walked towards her extending my arm as I spoke, "Welcome to Marcelo Investment Bank." She reached out for the handshake and I noted that she held herself firm, not at all intimidated by the fact that she was speaking to such a prominent person as myself. Letting go of her hand, I straightened my posture as I walked towards my office.

"Follow me please," I said over my shoulder. She scurried behind me, holding onto her files. I kept walking towards my office without turning my back.

"Scott," she called, with much more audacity than a mere representative should have. She pointed her dainty fingers towards the back of my suit pants, pressing her other hand against her lips in order not to laugh. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, wondering what she found amusing.

"It's torn on the bottom." she chuckled.

"Give me a few minutes." I said, walking hurriedly into my office and I slammed the door. I had never felt so embarrassed. Picking up the phone at my desk, I called the receptionist and let her know that I would be needing another suit and before long I was already changed and this time I ensured there were no holes to humiliate me. Satisfied with the suit, I let her in.

She sat right in front of me, except for a huge table demarcating us, and she began speaking. "So let's get to business." She flipped through the pages of the files she had with her, not realizing my eyes were roaming all over her; from her blonde hair which hung over her neck, to her piercing eyes, then down to her lips.

"You were saying?" I finally found my words, when she found me ogling at her. She paused for a moment before she continued, "Still daydreaming Scott… thought you'd outgrown that." She smirked.

"You don't know me, do you?" I sank back into my chair, staring blank-faced in curiosity. "Ava they're coming, hide over there… Oh Scott I'm scared of the dark… Hey Ava, don't be scared." She whispered, mimicking young Scott and Ava. I kept mute for a while.

My mind raced, struggling to process the identity of the person sitting right in front of me. This was Ava, the girl who had once meant everything to me. "I thought we were here to close a deal, get to the point Ava Taylor." I avoided her eyes this time, while I spoke.

"I start tomorrow as your new P.A." She drew some files closer to me, smiling radiantly.