Chapter 7 7

We arrived at the hospital and I was led to the doctors office where I met with both Mr Dean conversing with the doctor.

On my arrival,she gave me a faint smile before taking leave same with man who brought me her. Leave just and Mr Dean who had a stern look on his face. I looked behind me and the door was already slammed shut

What's happening? Was I called here to have a check up on or interrogated?

"Carmela" I turned to Mr Dean who turned his chair to face me. "Come and seat here" he tapped on his lap and I subconsciously took two steps backward just to have him chuckle as he stretched his hand towards me "Don't make me repeat myself.." his tone turned suave "..unless I don't mind punishing you right her and right now" I felt a sudden chill in my spine. My eyes suddenly lock with his and although they looked lazy it felt like a hole pulling me in my stomach fumbling not with fear nor happiness but something I totally cannot explain. Does he usually have such an impact of everyone.

"Would you seat? Or you want to be punished?"

I subconsciously took my steps towards him but hesitation could be visible in each step I took. Still wondering if to sit on his lap or standing he suddenly pulled me making me sit on his lap. As I tried to resist he wrapped his hand around my waist making his firm on me strong.

"That's like a good girl.." he smiled at me which I doubt is genuine. "You must be wondering why I brought you under my roof and paid so much for you, knowing how much I despise wasting resources, right?" He tap on my cheek while I stared at him blankly

The same words he spoke are the same questions I've been trying to come up with answers with but why ask me such a question now?

Am I about to be set free? Or am I about to face a new prison, one with stricter walls?

Come on, Carmela. You're a writer-don't let your imagination run wild. In books, the female lead is usually hit with endless rules and restrictions when faced with these kinds of questions.

Is that my fate, too?

"First and foremost," he began, his voice smooth but laced with an edge, "I'll admit I brought you here for selfish reasons. But I don't want my motives to be an obstacle in your life."

His finger trace the line of my nose while his gray eyes locking onto mine like magnets pulling me into a dark abyss.

"I'll give you one hour. Run as far as you can, and I won't chase after you."

His words froze me in place, but my body betrayed me, refusing to step back as he face approached kine. His hand around my waist tracing my waist line, making me look away but he lifted my chin to meet his smoldering gaze.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice a melody that sent shivers through me, "..and you will be mine. Forever. Mind you I don't let go of what's mine."

As quickly as he drew me in, he released me. Helping me to stand to my feet before he stood to his.

"Make sure to think about it properly" he smiled before leaving the room without a second glance. Yet the rush of emotions he stirred refused to settle.

A minute ago his PA asked me to stick to him and now he's asking me to leave if I want to

But what do I do? Why do I suddenly hesitate to leave when I originally planned on leaving at first.

I squatted running my hand through my hair, as a lot of things played in my head.

should I or should I not? I pondered

He did mention that he brought me in for personal reasons but what could they be?.

"Will she or will she not?" I couldn't help but wonder. The look in her eyes, when I made her the offer of leaving reflected the echoes of the whispered confidences that surrounded her. Strands of her hair, once neatly arranged, were cascaded in disarray, mirroring the gentle chaos my whispered words unleashed upon her composure.

There was a palpable tension in the air, an unseen force that seemed to heighten her awareness. As I whispered into her ear,her body responded with subtle nuances – a softened posture, a fleeting glimpse of uncertainty in her eyes. It was as if the whispers had the power to untangle the threads of her composed exterior, revealing the raw emotions beneath.

"Aren't you going to attend the board members meeting?" Ken asked and I sighed in frustration looking at my watch

"Do I have to be present for the meeting to be held?"

"Yes because you're the CEO and shouldn't be wasting your time seating in a doctor's office all day waiting for the response of a girl which you actually care less for"

I hate to admit it but he's right. I just want the power that will be given to me the moment she's legally mine but making the facts obvious would lead to unnecessary suspicious from her even though she has no memories and I have zero time to grant answers to these questions.

Just like when the devil gives you different options to choose from when facing a crisis, I've done the same,and now it's up to her to make her decision. But what ever decision she makes there's no way I'll be letting her go.

"Any news from her?" I questioned twirling my pen

"She was spotted in the city. I bet she'll be back home in a few days' time.

Like come on I just don't get it why is your family like this?" Ken took a seat closer to me

"Meaning?"

"You know I've seen kids have traumatic life seeing someone get killed in there presence but your daughter is the opposite, actually she derives joy from seeing people in pain

How about I get a psychiatrist too?"

"And how about you get yourself a grave in advance because I'm sure you're going to die after telling her about her appointment.

And why does everyone keep calling her my daughter she's my sister for goodness sake" I scoffed

"You never argued or kicked against anyone calling her your daughter for the past five years because you used her as an excuse to escape from your blind date,so why do you suddenly have a problem with the way we call her?" He raised an eyebrow not scared of my reaction

"Since you've become so good at understanding people Mr Ken how about you quit being my PA and go work in a canceling office or something" I rolled my eyes

"Well I'd love to but I'm afraid you won't find anyone as good as me to take over my position and I'm the only one who can sometimes speak some sense into you" he showed a polite smile although he meant otherwise. And I so much wanted to get rid of it.

I should never have hired him as my Personal assistant from the start but too bad he's just too good at what he does.

"Have you ever thought of becoming a Ceo?" I questioned wanting to see his reaction and just as I expected he never paints a bigger picture for himself

"Why are you suddenly asking me that question? Are you planning to quit your company?" I scoffed listening to him

"I can never quit my company,after all I've been through to make sure it gets to where it is today.

I'm just thinking of becoming a chairman so I can seat back and watch from behind"

"So that means you are planning on quitting your company and going after your family's firm" he raised an questioning eyebrow

"Well if you put it that way then you're right" I scoffed standing to me feets

"Let's go" I opened the door just to be met by a panting Carmela.

She wore a patient gown one hand placed on her kneel as she tried to control her breath

"Who is chasing after you?" I raised an eyebrow placing both my hands in my pocket

"I..I have a question" she stood straight placing both her hands on her waist

"Which is?"

"I want to know what your personal reason for bringing me into your life is" she spoke fluently and I took a step backward to take a proper look at her and estimate what she was up to

"Isn't it obvious? You're a bright artist and with proper investment and coaching you'll be able to make a name for yourself and also make lots of money which would be of great profits to me"I simply stated my lies and she nodded as if agreeing to what I was saying.i looked at her as she continuously sighed and a thought came to my mind

"Did you decide to stay?"

"And what makes you think so? You gave me an hour and I still have at least ten minutes'' she said with a stern look

"Then excuse me,I have an important meeting to attend to and you're blocking my path as we currently speak"I said not breaking eye contact with her and I could see her take a few steps backwards as she suddenly divert her eyes

"I...I decided to stay, you can take your leave now I have to go for my checkup" she said bowing slightly before leaving

"Is it me or did Carmela just speak without fumbling?" Ken whispered from behind and i turned to give him a stern look

"Don't we have a meeting to attend to?" I spoke and took the lead.

He was indeed right about her, although it's not the first time I'm hearing her speak,I suddenly feel proud of myself for making her feel safe. With my research on her health condition I discovered that selective mutism is an anxiety disorder where individuals,have difficulty speaking in certain social situations, but In some cases, they may be able to speak when they feel comfortable or choose to just like she just did

"Ken,make sure the best therapist in town attend to Carmela,I want her to be able to speak properly in the next six months" a smirk emerged on my face

"Why this all of a sudden?"

"The quicker she is able to speak freely and associate in various social situations,the quicker I get my money" I winked at him leaving him with the confused expression he had on