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Authors: Vanessa Wilde
in the glass. He seemed amused.
She pressed it.
The elevator continued its stately path upwards.
\\\///
///\\\
When it finally came to a stop, they were so high that a faint wisp of cloud passed by them on the other side of the glass. With a gentle “ ting ”, the doors slid open to each side.
Through them, there was only a short corridor: black marble walls, floor, and ceiling, with little circular halogen lights cut into it. At the other end, there were a pair of sliding black metal doors, identical to the elevator which faced it. On the wall beside them was a large touch panel, shining faintly green at the sides.
The infamous billionaire walked up to it, rolling up the sleeve of his right arm, keying in a complex code before presenting his fingertips for a scan.
“ Identity confirmed. Welcome, Master Locklear ” rang out a subtly computerized voice.
The next second, the doors in front of them slid opened out onto a gloriously wide, airy office. There was a huge desk with a black wood-and-fabric chair behind it, and various computer terminals set on pedestals in a room with no walls except sheer-looking glass.
Shell-shocked, Kim walked forward in small steps until she laid a hand against those glass walls. Beyond, the city stretched onward out into the sea on one side, and distant, forest-dotted hills on the other side. She could see people milling about on the rooftops of the skyscrapers around them, a few stories down – for there were no buildings in the metropolis taller than Ferrus Industries HQ.
She spun around to find Will standing in the center of the room, arms crossed, head cocked slightly to one side.
“Mr. Will Locklear.”
“Will.”
“...Will. Tell me one thing.”
“Sure. Shoot.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me? Why this? You could get any girl in the world – why a dating website, why a... a... slightly overweight office worker who doesn't know the first thing about international business, or about anything, really? Is this just a cruel joke you play – pick up desperate girls, make them think you'll marry them for a few seconds, then never call them again? Cus if so, it's a pretty clever–”
“I'm not playing around, Kim. I'm serious about this – about you.” He let out a weary sound – half-laugh, half-sigh. “I've had just about enough of feeling lonely when I wasn't alone, with hook-ups and half-assed relationships that leave a bitter taste in your mouth with every kiss. I've got to start thinking about other things. Marriage. Kids. I–”
“OK. Alright.”
“What...? What's alright?”
She held her hands up.
“I'm not going to put up any more doubts or second guesses. I'm ready to go along with whatever it is you're going to throw my way next.”
“That's it? You believe I'm serious already, just with that?”
“Oh, sorry, I should've been more clear. I still have no idea whether you're serious or not – whether you're really thinking of marrying me or just pulling an elaborate prank. I'm just saying that I'm going to stop trying to guess which one it is.”
She bit her lip, and scratched at an elbow.
“I guess what I'm saying is... you've done enough. I... I l-like you enough that, well, if I'm honest, I'm not going to be able to say no to you, whatever you do. So, if you're really going to follow through – fantastic. If not... oh well, I guess I'm just going to end up crying about it later. But that's a risk I'm willing to take. That's the risk I'm going to take, no matter what it is you end up doing...”
She trailed off, and when a few seconds' silence had stretched out, looked up shyly from the spot near his feet she had been fixating on the whole time.
Will's mouth was slightly ajar, and his heavy-lidded eyes were stretched open as wide as she or anyone had ever seen them – which is to say, barely at all.
“...wow. I knew I
She pressed it.
The elevator continued its stately path upwards.
\\\///
///\\\
When it finally came to a stop, they were so high that a faint wisp of cloud passed by them on the other side of the glass. With a gentle “ ting ”, the doors slid open to each side.
Through them, there was only a short corridor: black marble walls, floor, and ceiling, with little circular halogen lights cut into it. At the other end, there were a pair of sliding black metal doors, identical to the elevator which faced it. On the wall beside them was a large touch panel, shining faintly green at the sides.
The infamous billionaire walked up to it, rolling up the sleeve of his right arm, keying in a complex code before presenting his fingertips for a scan.
“ Identity confirmed. Welcome, Master Locklear ” rang out a subtly computerized voice.
The next second, the doors in front of them slid opened out onto a gloriously wide, airy office. There was a huge desk with a black wood-and-fabric chair behind it, and various computer terminals set on pedestals in a room with no walls except sheer-looking glass.
Shell-shocked, Kim walked forward in small steps until she laid a hand against those glass walls. Beyond, the city stretched onward out into the sea on one side, and distant, forest-dotted hills on the other side. She could see people milling about on the rooftops of the skyscrapers around them, a few stories down – for there were no buildings in the metropolis taller than Ferrus Industries HQ.
She spun around to find Will standing in the center of the room, arms crossed, head cocked slightly to one side.
“Mr. Will Locklear.”
“Will.”
“...Will. Tell me one thing.”
“Sure. Shoot.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me? Why this? You could get any girl in the world – why a dating website, why a... a... slightly overweight office worker who doesn't know the first thing about international business, or about anything, really? Is this just a cruel joke you play – pick up desperate girls, make them think you'll marry them for a few seconds, then never call them again? Cus if so, it's a pretty clever–”
“I'm not playing around, Kim. I'm serious about this – about you.” He let out a weary sound – half-laugh, half-sigh. “I've had just about enough of feeling lonely when I wasn't alone, with hook-ups and half-assed relationships that leave a bitter taste in your mouth with every kiss. I've got to start thinking about other things. Marriage. Kids. I–”
“OK. Alright.”
“What...? What's alright?”
She held her hands up.
“I'm not going to put up any more doubts or second guesses. I'm ready to go along with whatever it is you're going to throw my way next.”
“That's it? You believe I'm serious already, just with that?”
“Oh, sorry, I should've been more clear. I still have no idea whether you're serious or not – whether you're really thinking of marrying me or just pulling an elaborate prank. I'm just saying that I'm going to stop trying to guess which one it is.”
She bit her lip, and scratched at an elbow.
“I guess what I'm saying is... you've done enough. I... I l-like you enough that, well, if I'm honest, I'm not going to be able to say no to you, whatever you do. So, if you're really going to follow through – fantastic. If not... oh well, I guess I'm just going to end up crying about it later. But that's a risk I'm willing to take. That's the risk I'm going to take, no matter what it is you end up doing...”
She trailed off, and when a few seconds' silence had stretched out, looked up shyly from the spot near his feet she had been fixating on the whole time.
Will's mouth was slightly ajar, and his heavy-lidded eyes were stretched open as wide as she or anyone had ever seen them – which is to say, barely at all.
“...wow. I knew I
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