2 The Encounter

One week earlier.

Looking down from his office, Issac King sighed at the sight of the ant-like activity on the ground.

He is known to be the richest man in the UK. Some people say even Europe. He rocketed into this position at the age of 21, after leaving Harvard to take over the family business - King Ltd. Unintentionally he became one of the most coveted men in Europe, whether it be for his godlike looks or for the power he wielded.

For the past four years, he has run the company with an iron fist to expand to reach every sector possible.

Turning around in his chair, he leaned back to look at his Grandfather.

"Old man, why are you here ?"

"Why am I here. Humph!!. If I didn't come to remind you that you are getting married in a week. Would you even remember?"

"I don't know."

Issac shrugged. Walking over to the cart, to make himself a drink.

"You want one?" Issac asked.

BAMM!!

Slamming the table with his fist Steven King shouted.

"Ha you are funny, do you like causing problems for me, this isn't just affecting me. You have to marry that girl, or you aren't going to be able to complete that stupid expansion of yours. When you marry her, you will be able you will get the shares they left for you."

"Why did they trap me like this. I don't see why I have to get married before I am 26. And why are you forcing me to marry Celine Gravestone?"

"Humph! Don't you complain? If you hadn't lived like a cranky old monk for the last few years, this wouldn't have happened. And owe her Grandfather, it's the least I could do."

"Old man King, I promise I will marry her but only for a year or two ."

"Good, I will take my leave."

Issac walks back to his chair and turns around.

"You can come out now."

A figure comes out from the corner of the room.

"Hey boss, you ready to get married?"

Andre Takpi hums as he walks to the seat in front of Issac. The temperature in the room suddenly drops. Andre freezes in place.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Don't kill me."

CLICK!

CLICK!!

CLICK!!!

Clicking his pen, Issac asks.

"Update me on the situation."

"Straight to the serious stuff then. Everything is ready. We have started the groundwork to establish the organisation in all the major capitals in Europe, Africa, Asia and America. Hehe!! to complete your world domination, all you have to do is marry Celine."

Issac throws his pen at Andre's head.

"ah, I am sorry!!" Andre screams as he ran out the door.

'This is why they call you Demon King' Andre grumbles in his head.

Leaving the office crashes into a woman carrying rolls of fabric. The fabric drops to the floor.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I am in a hurry so. I wasn't paying attention."

Without looking at Issac's face, the woman crouches down to pick up the fabric. The men following behind Issac shook from the expected outburst from their boss. However, to their surprise, Issac crouches down to help.

He picks up the fabric at his feet and hands it to her.

"Thank you so much." The women said quickly giving Issac a quick grin, still not really looking at his face.

Buh Bum!

This sound filled his ears when her small soft hand grazed his. Quickly sorting her things she, got up and ran down the street.

"Are you actually smiling? Has the Demon King finally cracked?" whispered Charlie Hinderman Issacs University friend, who also works as a manager in Kings Ltd.

Shaking off the unnatural feeling Issac reverts back to his normal cold state and carries on walking.

The next day, leaving the office. Issac and Charlie walked toward the car. Distracted while talking on the phone the same women from the day before, bumped into Issac's shoulder.

"I am really sorry. It's my fault." nodding her head towards him she turns and leaves.

"You want me to find out who she is?" Charlie says while nudging Issac's arm.

"Yes."

"I knew it, you're into her. How long has it been six or eight years?" Charlie asks lazily.

" I ... Just look into it.