•Dichotomy•
|"A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different."|
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How many silhouettes can one trap in oneself? How many faces can a mask hide...
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"Oh, his name? Did we never tell you?"
"Uhm. . . no?", Alex whispered when Sylvia questioned her in wonder.
Although, that wonder described on her face appeared a sham. Alex saw Harry gulp down his spit, not before he took a quick glance at the CEO lady who was sighing heavily. Her expression screamed that she did not want to be bothered.
Harry turned the car to left as they neared their destination. The furious puff of dust that flew by the windows was accompanied by a noiseless vroom. Sylvia, who sat in the front passenger seat comfortably, carefully took out a tablet with a document turned on and handed it to Alex, who was shifting in car sickness at the back seat.
"Well, not like we had a choice. Since you are just a newly joined intern. And to be frank, for experimental purposes . . . don't be offended but yeah -"
"Sylvia!", Harry scolded her at her rude statement.
"What? She works under and for us. And that is the truth. If she has a problem, she is free to leave.", she rolled her eyes and fixed them to her front.
Alex ignored her mean words, but she felt bad for Harry. It was not that Sylvia was rude everytime she opened her mouth. But being the CEO, she carried herself with a certain level of dignity; she had to keep those beneath her in check, like Alex, even if they were right.
Alex found this outright unfair. She might talk however she wanted to with her, but Harry was the oldest here among them. She had never even saw Claude talk to him so disrespectfully, even by the slip of the tongue.
The reasons she could tolerate her were because she was her superior and also, a woman with caliber enough to become the CEO of the Walker House at a fairly young age.
Should we pull that brain out that thinks she owns us or something?
Shaking her head off her thoughts, her index finger swiped the document that was some legal enclosure notice. On the next slide was a small name typed in a Calibri font with a signature on top.
"Maximus Walker."
Her eyes narrowed quizzically on the written name. That's not his complete name, she thought.
"Claude Maximus Walker.", she was sure that's what she had heard from him.
Her blinking eyes focused on the name for a while, before Sylvia spoke up again, "Don't expect to receive anymore information about him. We are not allowed to give you any more than that, that's all you need really. And while we are at it. . . .
. . . . Do not. I repeat, do not share anything about him to anyone outside. Or else, that will be the violation of the NDA you signed."
