DICHOTOMY™

• STRANGLED •

Her eyes widened in shock. She felt her body being wrapped to her intestines with her tongue coiling around her throat. An internal gasp let itself out, but she tried to hold in any voice to not give him a chance to mock her; as enough it was he had already struck down below her ear.

And to her utter dismay, her guts were wrenching on the way he looked at her. She could swear to hell and back that she saw a flicker of something on his face. But, he was doing too good a job at maintaining that apathetic look.

He plopped himself down on his chair without a care in the world. Sitting with his legs and arms crossed in a dignified way, his head held high. He looked no less than an emperor. Or more so- a God, or beyond that.

"You're fired!", he growled monotonously in a voice so dangerously low and calm, that if she didn't know better she would have assumed he was really calm. But the way his eyes were clouded and blank but still felt like burning her entire being, she knew he was everything but calm.

Her form automatically took a step back, as if it wanted to obey his words at once. Gerald smirked, and she raged in flames. Her head was down in humiliation. But if he was going to fire her without providing her an opportunity to explain her side, she would be better off back as a measly waitress.

"Where do you think are you going to, lady?". Her head snapped up in confusion. Had he not fired her?

But this time his eyes were on Gerald. So cold and contemptful, she saw the man scared out if his wits, shivering. She could feel chills down her spine too. One glance of his death stare would be enough to scare the bejesus out of even Lucifer, she thought.

"Did I fucking stutter?", his left eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Gerald flinched, even though the President's voice was in a tone of as low octave as possible by a human.

He cried out," But this woman is the one who-", his voice was breaking. But he pursed his lips as the man rose up to his feet and approached him. Gerald was a tall man, but as the president's feet stopped in front of his jittering form, he was towering the old man and he was freaked out.

In a deathly low voice, he bent down and whispered," Get out before I have you kicked out of the premises like a motherfucking son of a bitch. And dare to piss me off more, I promise you won't be able to practice your profession any where in the world." He straightened and tilted his head to dismiss him.

But Gerald was not having it. His eyes were now on Alex. He lunged on her in a maniacal fit," You scandalous harlot!", he yelled as his hands threw themselves on her again.

Her eyes shut and body froze waiting for the impact to hit. She did not want to deal with him now, should she mess up anymore.

But the impact never came.

She heard Sylvia shrieking from afar and muffled whimpers. Prying open her eyes, she was taken aback with what she saw.

The President was strangling Gerald against a wall. Both of their faces red, Gerald's with asphyxiations and the President's with pure fury. The supreme man was shaking in anger, his teeth gritting, jaw clenched, and veins protruding out of his forehead.

" You really wish to die, don't you? Then I will fulfil it. I promise this will be your last wish." He seethed.

"Get out! You retard bastard!" , roared he thunderously. Gerald ran out desperately for his life with his tail between his legs.

"Leave us alone, Sylvia." He faintly whispered again as he stood there behind Alex. Sylvia tremored badly, but followed his words at once and shown herself her way out of the office.

Now they were alone. Completely alone. Her body was frozen and her mind was running through different scenarios that could come forth. Caught like a deer in highlights, she kept quiet unless spoken to.

He stood behind her. She could not see his face, nor could she sense any motion around her.

Soon, she heard a desk drawer open and close. Then she heard the shuffling of feet behind her.

He was coming towards her. But slowly, prancing as if she was a prey he wished to catch.

As the shuffling stopped, she felt heat radiating on her back. Although her eyes could not see him, she still felt his burning a hole into her. She held her breath and clasped her sweating palms tightly. Her eyes blinked everywhere and her tongue felt heavy to move.

The prickly silence was painful. Sweat threatened to trickle down her forehead too.

A sharp gasp left her lips as his whisper tickled the nape of her neck.

"Loosen your grip." He commanded.

Her fingers instantly loosened on his one command on their own. His fingertips brushed her as he pulled out the blood-smeared click pen out of her hands with a tissue.

He backed off and walked in front of her to a med-cabinet. Pulling out a small vial, he cleaned the pen with water and the liquid in the vial. Suddenly, he broke the pen in two pieces simply by a snap and threw it in the bin with the tissue.

The crack that echoed in the heavily quiet room made Alex jump slightly on her feet. But moreover, she couldn't get over the goosebumps that smothered through her body when that deep baritone whisper tickled her very soul.

Her feet shifted slightly in anticipation. He slowly made himself comfortable on the couch after he was done with the pen.

She pictured her surroundings and the situation she was in. Standing with her head held high still to not give out any weakness, she was not sure that her face was still blank as always.

For the man that sat in front of her was one of the top of the most powerful men in the world.

And as her eyes found his, she felt a very foreign feeling surge inside her. She didn't know what it was.