CHAPTER FIVE: THE DEVIL'S BALL.

NARRATOR'S POV

Susan like any wise woman who knows how stuck up the people in here are would spend her time in the bar area, sipping on cocktails. She had spent her time chatting with her colleagues, it was going well until the managers, directors, supervisors or CFOs showed up.

It like they were trying to show some sort of authority, and Susan knew better than to deal with them. Now she was sipping her cocktail while watching Leo flirt with everyone she sees, and everyone also wants to flirt with Leo, Leo was hot no doubt.

"Hey Sue...and oh my God are you looking hot tonight" Susan turned to the voice that she recognized and disliked.

Standing in a red suade tuxedo was Clinton. He's a supervisor in one of the department and in his late twenties and has been trying to get into Susan's pants for as long as he can remember.

"It's Susan, Clinton" Susan corrected him. Only close friends and family can call her Sue.

"You should really Check that attitude of yours, I'll be promoted soon you know" he bragged.

That was all he does, brag all day. He attended harvard, his dad was successful, everyone knows about Clinton's life, he lived pretty loud.

"That doesn't concern me Clinton, why don't you go find some else to bother" and with that Susan placed her empty cocktail glass on the bar's island and walked away from the infuriating man.

After wandering around the huge hall for a few minutes, waiting for a few small chit chat here and there, Susan decided to leave the room, she decided to take one of the doors behind the hall, she didn't know where it led to but anything to get some fresh air.

She got into the huge hallway, some spaces on the wall was occupied by huge and obviously expensive paintings.

Susan Decided to pass the time by looking at them. Susan didn't know anything about art or paintings but according to her grandmother a particular painting is not just about it's brush strokes, it's about how you feel when you look at them,and anytime she goes to her grandmother's house.

she spends most of her time trying to figure out the meaning of the paintings her grandmother made.' sometimes the meaning of a particular piece is the story behind it' that was what her grandmother would always tell her.

"Bling"

Susan looked at the source of the sound to see that it was her clutch purse, she opened it to check the message that just entered her phone.

It was Leo wondering where the hell she was. Their motto for this gathering was to drink wine, gossip,shamelessly flirt and act like sophisticated elites.

Tonight Susan wasn't in the mood for it, she already had a few glasses of wines and a cocktail.

She had been feeling kind of weird and uncomfortable all week. Her hair stood on her neck and her body had goose bumps sometimes and she didn't know why.

She decided to head to any door that could at least get her outside, or the backyard of the huge hall. This kind of ridiculously huge halls always have gardens at The back.

She walked to the huge oak door at the end of The hallway, it makes logical sense that that would be the way out.

But instead of the outdoors , the room behind the door was sort of a waiting room or is it a living room.

Susan headed over to one of the leather couches and poured her self a cup of water from the jug on the glass coffee table.

She decided to take her to calm down the emerging head ache. She decided to reply Leo message and tell her that she would be out for a little while.

After taking a few deep breath she noticed that breeze was coming in through a small opening in the curtains window, she walked towards the window pulling apart the cutain, and behind it was a huge window overlooking a peaceful beautiful garden.

She just stood by the window staring out, she wasn't thinking about anything but that doesn't mean she didn't have something on her mind. She wrapped her arms around herself. It was getting a little cold for her.

" Look who decided to visit" the cold intimidating voice came out of no where freaking Susan out.

She jumped turning around to meet the eyes that has been hunting her dreams.

Both his hand were buried in his suit pant pocket, his hair looked a little disheveled like he had just run his hands through it,but still looked perfect. He had a black coat on, and the look in his eyes clearly held amusement .

"W-what are you doing here?" Susan asked "-sir" she immediately added.

"I could ask you the same thing Miss Presely" his face was still void of emotions, and clearly showed indifference but his eyes portrayed a different thing.

And then slowly he approached Susan like a predator and she was the Prey. The action felt like Dejavu , it was like on the night they had met.

Fear courses through her vains.

"I-I was just taking a break, a -a little fresh air" Susan hated the way she stuttered she didn't like it, it just made her feel more helpless.

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Marcelo enjoyed watching the way she squirmed, he found her fascinating and amusing. Normally he wouldn't come to an event like this, this was the first time he have ever attended something like this.

He walked towards her slowly, and he could see how much she was scared and for some reasons he had some mixed feelings about this which was unusual because he normally enjoy seeing people cower in fear .

He was a sadistic crazy man and he knew it , and something drew Marcelo towards this little vixen, and he knew she was different from the other women he has had in his life.

" Have a drink with me" and with that he headed over to a three sit brown leather sofa.

Susan just stood there shocked, and still scared. He motioned for her the seat beside him. She swallowed hard and in small steps approached where the devil sat.

After taking a seat, she noticed that a medium sized table was in front of them, where there appeared to be a syrup color liquor which Susan was sure was ridiculously expensive.

She kept fumbling with her finger, and looked at her hands like she had grown two extra fingers and was trying to figure out why they looked like talons.

"You do not like tonight's ball?"

Susan turned her head towards her boss as he asked her a question.

"No... I- it's great, I was just feeling a little tired and wandered around"

"... Sorry I didn't mean to disturb you- sir" she apologized.

Susan didn't want to take any chance to offend him, but she also wanted out of there right now.

"I'll leave you alone then" she said, and in an attempt to stand up, he pulled her back by her wrist.

Susan looked at his hand that was firmly wrapped around her tiny wrist.

She immediately pulled her hand away like he shocked her.

Marcelo was amused by this action,a small arrogant smirk appeared in his face, and it freaked Susan out, he looked like a villian. Something about him made her uncomfortable and nervous.

Then she remembered Josh's warning when she was promoted to the team. ' whatever you do never cross the boss, ever. Stay away from him' and for three years she did until that night, but he had left her alone for awhile but now she had this feeling like she wouldn't be able to escape him.

She watched with the side of her eyes and he slowly swerled the drink filled with the expensive liquor, while his other hand remained on his lap.

Marcelo could feel her watching him, she seemed to be brewing some sort of idea in her head, but if it was about escaping him, it would fail, it would inevitably fail, 'cause now he has her in his hands and he is not letting go of her.

He had watched her,as she entered the ball with her colleagues, and did she look as hot as and seductive as the temptresses she was. He could see few men turning their head and staring at her, and the dress just made it was, she definitely had his undivided attention then.

Susan wished she hadn't left her colleagues, and really wished she was with them, laughing at anything Leo said that Josh consideres stupid, making it the more hilarious.

She wished it was like last years ball.

If she could turn back time she would not even attend the workers ball party at all, and just stay at home, but now she knew she couldn't escape because she was trapped at the Devil's Ball party.