Helios

by Anja Fuerst

  "You will not get anything, Robert. I have much more evidence to destroy it than get against me. Understood? If you move a little more, put everything to lose. No mercy. And you lose. "

  It was exactly what could not allow to happen.

  After two grueling meetings, one with my lawyer and one with a parts supplier, decided it would be better to return to the company and analyze the contracts had asked Miss. Simon. Face Tanya was not a very attractive option, though, the way my head was, I could not even do anything right.

  The lift followed in his slow pace until my room. It was all dark, but I knew even then, my steps would be captured by suitably positioned cameras and scattered around the room. Only I could activate them, and only my order the desativariam. It was the only way to ensure the privacy and security of my business. After what had happened, it was my duty to always be aware of the steps of all people who approached my office.

  I preferred not to turn on the lights. The evening twilight left a pleasant light in the environment. I sought the documents requested and did not find them. "Where will she left?" I did not bother to go looking for work. Surely Melissa had forgotten, in fact I was not very excited about the idea of analyzing contracts.

  I poured myself some whiskey and walked around the room. I took off my jacket, I have rejoiced shirt, all to feel a little lighter. I never could. My soul was too heavy to allow this feeling.

  "You caused all this, Robert. His pride and selfishness transformed into the monster it is today. Do not bother trying to save his soul, she's already lost long ago. "

  Tanya words drummed in my head incessantly. My soul was already lost. Surely already was. However, it was no reason to give up. There was the obligation to keep moving forward until ... until God knows when.

  I lay on the couch a bit, but soon got up. The desire for alcohol was stronger than the desire to relax. It was at this moment that I heard the elevator noise. On the day it was not possible to notice when someone came up to my room, but at night, when there was only silence, call the elevator was the same as connecting an alarm clock. At the same moment I was tense. Who could it be?

  quickly I turned on my computer and cranked up the cameras. I could start it before the elevator reached its destination. When the elevator camera gave me the picture of who was going to meet me I was no reaction. Melissa. But what she was doing there? I turned off the screen abruptly because soon she would come and deliver his light my presence.

  Melissa came oblivious to everything around him. If I were a thief or a murderer it would be an easy prey. "Melissa, Melissa, what are you doing here at this hour?". She walked without much attached and turned on the computer. What he wanted? Immediately I was on alert. Melissa could easily be a spy, or more, could be implemented by one Tanya. It was better to watch. He turned on the printer and left toward the cup. It was when he saw me.

  His eyes were locked on mine for seconds countless. I do not know if it was by surprise or by being me, but she was clearly embarrassed. I would have to figure out which side was Melissa. My life came down to it, find out who could and who could not be trusted. I do not know why I have not done this before, by the way, I know because I did not. Tanya always could destabilize me, taking my focus from what was important.

  But I would correct that mistake. Mainly because with Abgail out of the move, he needed someone to play its role. Melissa could help me, but rather would need to know exactly which side of history it would be. His enchantment for me would help me a lot at that time.

  I motioned for her to enter. It was important to show that I was suspicious of the reason for his presence there. As imagined, Melissa obeyed the order without contest and was soon in front of me. I analyzed his face looking for the information they needed to start acting.

  - Melissa! - Again the will to confront it was present.

  I felt a certain discomfort that mixed with something else, hitherto unknown to me. The fact was that her presence aroused me slumbering sensations. His naive face and frightened eyes, her lips inviting his confusing body. Barely noticed when she tried to stammer a few words, losing between them, to the end, do what I hated most: I'm sorry. I breathed deeply maintaining balance and smiled politely, even though it was not what she needed at the time, much less what I wanted to.

  - It's all right. It seems that nothing went right today.

  If I could get her to tell me for what came would be easier. I could not just confront her or push her. Melissa just seemed to be naive, but it was not, I was sure. If she was even a spy Tanya, what could I do? Of course that could change the game, it was just ... that. That's what I would do. A few days at his side, without interference from anyone else, it would be enough to change the game for me and then she would prove a little poison itself.

  - Is there a problem, Mr. Carter? Can I help with something?

  "Oh Melissa! You can not even imagine how much use would be your willingness to help me. " I need to change a few things and everything would be solved. It would be simple as a mother's kiss. I decided it was best to start acting.

  With two steps decrease the distance between us, but she drew back frightened. Because? That was not what I was asking with his eyes all the time? But his reaction only made me more willing to delve into that game. If Melissa was someone Tanya's service, it would be interesting to put it in that relationship. My way, of course!

  When he could no longer continue retreating, because his body was already glued to the wall of glass, I took the opportunity to corner her. So she would not escape from me and it would be more fun. I smiled involuntarily. He was being pleasant to keep her hostage in my arms.

  - Mr. Carter ...

  "No, Melissa. This is my moment. "

  further decrease the distance between us, almost sticking my body to hers. Its smell was good. The girl looked at me with wide eyes. Fear? That I would find out quickly.

  - Be careful when offering help me, Melissa. You run a serious risk to see me accepting.

  - Mr. Carter, no.

  How not? If your eyes begged for it. Apparently, Tanya's shot had gone backfired. If could I already have that certainty. Anyway, Melissa was a letter for me and I would use it.

  Her lips were parted, waiting for mine. I came very close to making her close her eyes, but dodged the second before, though the temptation of being able to touch her most intimate way prevented me back. How far I could go without running the risk of being defeated?

  I let my skin experienced hers and felt his smell with more ease, pulling air through the mouth. Its aroma is recorded on the tip of my tongue. Melissa was completely delivered, but this was not my goal. At least not now. It was necessary to go further. Investigate your intentions.

  - Melissa! Have you ever felt the urge to touch something you know to be banned? Ever had the irresistible urge to try something you know not be socially or ethically correct? Something so forbidden and yet so desirable that could destroy you?

  It was exactly what I saw at that time. It was not just a woman or a part of the game. It was perhaps the letter that could knock me or help me bring down Tanya.

  - Yes.

  As imagined, Melissa was mine. If one day Tanya thought of using it in this war, he chose the wrong person.

  - So ... Melissa. You better go, or I'll be tempted to accept his help, only my way.

  Of course this was not the time, besides, I really needed her to leave in order to put into practice my plan. That event served as fuel for my actions. It was necessary to start packing the ground for another blow. I let it pass me. Poor thing! So frightened and bewildered. I almost laughed.

  As the elevator descended, I ran to my computer, impatient and eager for more information, and to wonder how she would behave after all we've been through in the last minutes.

  To my surprise she was on the phone. He will spoke with Tanya? His agitation was clear. She was bothered by something. Certainly passed the latest developments. But this could also be useful. If Tanya believe that my o
nly interest in Melissa was a lover would be even easier. I smiled satisfied.

  When she hung up was even more frustrated and confused. It also seemed a little irritated. Lost its image as soon as the elevator door opened letting it escape my eyes. What did not please me at all.

  I picked up the phone, it did not use the business phone for personal matters, especially things like that would at that moment, and waited.

  - Let me guess, you need me to investigate someone - Tom answered with a tired voice.

  Tom Cornell is a researcher, more precisely, it is my personal investigator. His last two years my needs were exclusively dedicated. Thanks to him and his team I was able to always be there one step ahead of Tanya.

  - It is a problem for you? - Tom yawned to hear me.

  -. Not Your money is always welcome - laughed sarcastically. - Who are we talking about?

  - Melissa Simon.

  - Melissa Simon. OK. Who is she? - He got closer, taking the professional tone.

  - It is you who will tell me.

  - And where did you get this name?

  - It's my new secretary.

  - OK! - Tom paused, sure to write down the information I had passed. - Why do I have the impression that this has nothing to do with your problems?

  - It has everything to do with my problems.

  - Oh yes? I just found a picture of her on the Internet. Social Network - laughed. - Cute, jeitosa ...

  - I know your appearance. I need to know more.

  - Who knows. Leave it to me. For when?

  - Yesterday.

  - Robert, you're tired of knowing that things do not work this way. We are entering the dawn. I need to sleep, you know? I have family, children ...

  - Stop whining like a little girl. I need to know to what extent Miss. Simon is involved with Tanya. Surround from all sides. Phone calls, where he lives, he lives with, want to know everything.

  - Okay. That's really serious, is not it? We did not record any event out of the ordinary. What you could get?

  - Nothing more. I just want to make sure that it is no longer one of Tanya traps. Miss. Simon appeared here on business a little now to print a document. I was a little worried. Only that.

  I immediately remembered that the papers had sent Melissa were still print on the printer. She left without taking them. Carelessness or forgetfulness?

  - Get all the information you can. In Nicole computer you will find various information about Miss. Simon.

  - Nick will kill you if you find walking nosing her computer - rolled my eyes impatiently.

  - She will not find out, and if it does, can let my sister I care. Returning to the subject ... If possible send someone to her house to investigate more closely.

  - This is home invasion.

  - It will not be the first time you do this for me - he laughed again.

  - Okay. I'll charge double because we have to work late at night.

  - I'll fire you after this research.

  - Until yesterday, then.

  - Until then.

  I hung already standing up. I went in search of the documents that were still in the printer. If Melissa had done something wrong I would have to be more forceful with her. Maybe it scares her a bit I give Tanya was planning. But to my disappointment, she had sent print contracts that I had requested. Nothing more than that.

  CHAPTER 8

  That was the craziest of all the feelings that I had experienced in life. I left the building fighting my feet at all costs tried to return to the room where it had all happened. I would not budge. In a moment of utter despair I grabbed my cell phone and called Dean, who attended amazed by the schedule.

  - Kitty! Some problem?

  - Some - did not want to go into details.

  Our relationship did not demand anything, but I'd like to know that somehow we had respect for each other. But it was a different situation. I did not want and who I wanted desperately at that moment could not have. Then Dean would have to do.

  - I want to see you today - emphasized.

  - Hmm! will not give kitten. You said you had committed, then combined with the boys we watch the game together - damn! How could he deny me help at that time?

  - Yeah - I took a deep breath, a cold shower would have to solve. - Tomorrow then? - The day gave to endure, but two was too much.

  - I can not, Mel - sobered. - I forgot that tomorrow I will be away? I have a meeting and a huge report to deliver.

  - This is an ice, Dean? - I was angry, frustrated, to be exact.

  - No of course not. But, well you deserve, however, I do not have enough strength for it.

  I rolled my eyes for their outpouring of love. My desire was to have him take that sentimentalism and stick ... In me, more precisely. Because it was what I needed. Oh my God! What was happening to me?

  - See you Friday, right?

  Friday? I would go into spontaneous combustion if he had not the fastest sex possible. If passed another day next to Mr. Carter, feeling his eyes, the way he was doing, of course, would have several orgasms only with small movements such as lifting and sit.

  - OK. It's all right. I see you later then - hung up before he could say anything more frustrating.

  That night I took a cold shower, begging to get pneumonia and is unable to work the next day. Apparently my sin was so great that no saint has taken the trouble to help me. I woke up with all possible health. Or a sneeze.

  Damn it! Our Lady of women sexless give me a hand.

  I looked for something that would please me between the various clothes that Nicole had me bound to buy. I was surprised when I finished my production. A black dress, cocktail dress and glued to the body. The bust was a red lace revealing the high of her breasts, only hinting, without showing too much. Income completed what should be the thick strap dress.

  It was bold, yet classic and right to work in the position that I occupied. skin color stockings, black scarpin and a red handbag completed the look. As the day was cold and had dawned with rain, I put on a coat, also black, Nick had found prefect for me. It was fastened at the waist and had a hood to protect my hair, since I would have to get off in the rain.

  When I was finishing the makeup, I realized she was wearing the same lipstick the previous day. What Mr. Carter had praised, soon I realized that all that careful what you should wear, was actually anxious to please him again. I was being very careful and vain. What was not normal for me. Something should be done. I could not continue to act that way.

  I went into my room without the slightest desire to look at his table. What could I do? How would he react to what happened? My eyes betrayed me and I realized I was looking forward to my boss. I not found anywhere.

  - Black blends perfectly with your skin tone, Miss. Simon.

  His hoarse, charged voice broke into my ears. Mr. Carter was right behind me. How did? There was only one elevator that went up one floor. I had checked the whole room, and he was nowhere. Nothing of it. How materialized? I was afraid to turn around to look into his eyes, but could not escape, it was my obligation.

  - Mr. Carter - my voice was choked to glimpse the gray of his eyes. His pupils were dilated and the intensity with which looked at my lips burning me from the inside out. Holy shit! - Excuse me! I did not see him.

  - Do not apologize - he seemed impatient. - I've reached some time ago.

  I analyzed his clothes for some sign that he had spent the night at the office, however, it was spotless. Hair properly tidy, unshaven, but adequate. Graphite suit gave greater prominence to your eyes. I struggled to prevent a sigh escaped my lips. It was only 7:50 in the morning and I was no longer in my normal state.

  - Strangely, I have not received your SMS this morning stating what we would today.

  - I would send right now.

  I looked for the phone in my purse, while Mr. Carter analyzed me with a wry smile. I was immediately embarrassed. His smile intimidated me.

  I took off my coat, aware that his eyes were still
fixed on me. Shit! What was I doing? That job was the greatest opportunity of my career and I was about to ruin it simply because it had created an obsession with my boss. Although this should not be a problem for him, after all, yesterday I had had a perfect and clear demonstration of what was obsession, and the proper name for it was Tanya. The girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend.

  - I checked the schedules. I can not be waiting for Miss arrive - his smile faded. - I need CSM folder, please.

  "What did I do?" Mr. Carter can only have some kind of disorder. I was not late. That craze to control the time of people. It could only be a kind of obsessive compulsive disorder.

  I was still confused towards the drawers to search for the requested folder. Meanwhile, Mr. Carter went to his room, trying to follow up the activities. I sighed resignedly. He could be sexy and unbearable at the same time. It was annoying.

  I took the folder and took it to my boss, who did not look up. I was quite upset. How could he be so cold after all that happened last night? Let the air trapped in the lungs showing my frustration. Maybe it was better that way.

  - That's it for now, Miss. Simon - continued absorbed in his computer. I turned toward the door. That anger felt to be treated with such indifference. But what did I expect? - MS. Simon? - He called me the moment my hand touched the doorknob. I took a deep breath before turning to me to contemplate his wonderful face.

  - Yes, Mr. Carter? - I controlled my frustration.

  - Could you bring me a coffee? - There was no hint in his words. It was just a favor, or a polite way of giving an order. Damn it!

  - Of course, Mr. Carter.

  I left the room immediately going to the pantry provide coffee. I turned on the machine, prepared grains, waiting while the heady smell filled the air. I took it to my boss and, before leaving, I was called again.