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Mr Dark

Copyright © 2017 Pavan Kaur

This is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Of all the days to be late, it has to be the day that Mr. Dark is already in a bad mood. Why is he in a bad mood? Who knows? He’s always a bit sour, how do I know he is in a foul mood? His assistant has called me five times in the last twenty minutes to tell me that I better have his coffee and bagel on his desk by the time he’s finished with his meeting.

I love New York, best city in the world in my eyes, but then again, I’ve never left New York either. I wouldn’t even know anything about other cities. I have a few I would love to travel to; London, Paris, Rome...but to go there, I need something called money, which I don’t have. In a few years’ time, I hope to be traveling to these cities for work; I just have to work my ass off to get the job I want.

Running around the crowded street isn't easy with the heels I’m wearing today. Yes, the one day I thought to wear my new heels, and I have to run around in them. I know when I take my shoes off there will be a pool of my blood because my feet are killing me.

As I am trying to barrel around the horde of New Yorkers With Mr. Dark’s bagel in one hand and his quad-shot coffee in the other, I glance at my watch. “Shit,” I say to myself.

Standing in front of the Dark Media building, I fish out my intern ID card from my bag. I will admit that Dark Media was not my first choice of media companies to do my internship. I wanted to go to Hot Shot Media. They are a group of young, fun people and a laid-back media company. I thought that I would fit in there with no trouble at all, but I missed the deadline to apply, all because of my useless roommate. The one time I asked her to do something for me, and she messes it up. All I asked of her was to drop the application off at Hot Shot Media on her way out, and she just so happened to forget until it was too late. As you can probably tell, we don’t like each other that much. Thankfully, she spends most of her time at her boyfriend's house. I know what you are thinking. If I don’t like her, why do I live with her? Well, that is a very simple answer; finding an apartment in New York that’s nice is almost impossible. I didn't want to be too picky with who my roommate would be. I just needed somewhere I could sleep and wake up still feeling clean. I’m telling you, there are some places I saw that made me want to throw up.

Anyway, back to my internship. Losing out to my first choice left me with plan B, Dark Media. I mean, Dark Media is one of the best media companies in the States, and I’m lucky to be here and to learn from them. They always get the number one celebrity on the cover and get all the political on point. What’s hot right now? Everything. So why didn’t I want to do my internship here? Mr. Dark. Mr. Kevin Dark. The stories that I’ve heard about him scare the shit out of me. His father just so happens to be the CEO. Mr. Kevin Dark works more in the day-to-day operation, and for that reason, he’s in the office more. And I have been assigned to work with his PA. The rumors are that he is very demanding; what he wants he gets, what he needs he gets, if work is not one-hundred-one percent then don’t bother showing him. I even heard that he fired someone because they wore a tie the wrong color tie and he didn’t like it. Of course, his father put a stop to that, saying you couldn't fire someone just for that reason. I wanted my internship to be fun and enjoyable. Somewhere that I would learn but so far I’ve been here two weeks, and I’ve learned nothing. Mr. Dark hasn’t even noticed me and his PA, Cassie, hates me. Why? I have no idea; I think ‘bitch’ is just her personality.

I have always wanted to start a magazine of my own one day and present it to a media company. Hot Shot Media and Dark Media are both taking new ideas. I have eight months to finish my magazine idea and have it ready to hand in, and I’m working so hard, looking for the right content to put in there, along with advertisementsI always knew I would love this,but never thought I would enjoy it this much. As of right now, I don’t think I will offer my idea to Dark Media, but that can all change.

Swiping my ID card, I run to the elevator and push the button to the top level. “Come on, come on,” I say to myself. As the doors open, I slide through them and run straight to Cassie. “Sorry, there was…”

“I don’t want to hear it, Ava,” she smirks, taking the coffee and bagel from me.

I take a deep breath and hold my words, there is so much I want to say to her, but I choose not to. I sit at my desk, start-up my computer, take-out my fluffy pink notebook and matching pen. Clicking on the Dark Media icon, I open my email to see the never-ending list Cassie has for me today. It will be all the jobs that she should be doing, but no, she is too lazy and gives them all to me. In one way, I don’t mind as I get to see what emails come through and what tasks need to be accomplished. On the other hand, there is nothing that I can learn from these menial tasks.

“Mr. Dark,” Cassie says in a very flirty way. Without looking up from his phone, he walks past her. Cassie is a very attractive girl. She’s probably 5’5” with beautiful blonde hair to match her stunning blue eyes, and a figure I would die for. I hate her.

She follows Mr. Dark into the office and closes the door behind her. He’s wearing another black fitted three-piece suit; I bet they’re all tailor made for him. There is no way he can walk into a store and pick a suit, that fits like that. When he walks into a room, he owns it; you can feel the power radiating off him. He’s a man that knows what he wants and he’s not shy about getting it either.

I write down a note for a maybe article in my magazine. Can everything be done in 24 hours? I underline it, to remind me to choose a day to see if this can be completed. Yesterday I only got half of my to-do list done, so I have no idea how other people do it. Maybe they wake up at four in the morning or something.

“Going to the restroom, mind the phones,” Cassie walks past me like she owns the fucking business.

“Wait, what? I’ve never…” I have never answered the phones; I’ve never been told what the companies greeting is when someone calls the office.

“It’s not that hard Ava, you pick it up and talk. Simple,” before I can ask her about the greeting she walks away. Bitch.

I look at the phone. Please don’t ring, please don’t ring, I silently beg, and then it rings. Crap. Looking around to see if Cassie is on her way back, I quickly grab the phone, “Hello this is Kevin… no Mr. Dark…no Dark Media…” I stop talking before I dig the hole I’m standing in even deeper.

“Who is this?” Shit. Shit. Mr. Dark sounds so angry.

“This… This is…”

“In my office now!” He shouts, and then the phone line goes dead. Staring at the phone, my heart beats at a speed I didn’t think it could. My hands are sweating. I put the phone down with a shaking hand, then take in a deep breath as I walk through his office door.

His back is to me as I slowly walk over to his desk. My heart slowly jumps into my throat, and my mouth goes dry. As he turns around in his chair, I give him a smile, hoping to lighten his bad mood. I rub my hands on my dress to wipe the sweat off them. His eyes slowly move over my body. I see the reason women find him so attractive. His face looks like an angel. Those baby blue’s are fucking beautiful, and his hair looks so soft, too. I tell my brain to shut up before I say something out loud.

“Sit,” his voice comes out a lot more relaxed than I thought it would. Does that make me any more comfortable? No.

I slowly move toward the chair. His eyes watch my every step. He’s making me nervous. Biting my bottom lip, I sit in the chair and look around the office. Anywhere that is not where he is sitting. All white, not one bit of color in the room.

“I wonder if he's an angel, his office is so white.”

“What color would you put in here?”

I look at him in shock, can he read my mind?

“Your thought came out loud, and I’m no angel. Far from it.”

I shiver as he stares at me. Why did that sound more devilish than it should?

“I’m sorry, I think out loud when I’m nervous,” I say in a high-pitched voice. A a nervous laugh escapes me. I look away from Mr. Dark. I need to focus on why he’s not yelling at me for answering the phone the way I did.

“Who are you?”

“Ava Banks, sir. I’m an intern here, started two weeks ago. I was hoping to work under…no not under you… beneath you. God, I mean next to you.” That was horrible. God, someone kill me now, please. He doesn't break eye contact with me but I swear it looks like he's trying very hard not to smile at me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“So Ava, how come I’ve never seen you?”

“I sit out there with Cassie,” I point to the door, “and I’ve not been asked to join any meetings yet, so, I just do my thing.” I can feel myself starting to panic. Why won’t he stop staring at me, “please stop staring at me.”

“I will stop staring at you,” his lips curl into one of the evilest smiles I think I’ve seen. “What is your thing, Ava?”

“Whatever Cassie emails me.”

“So what I tell you to do?” Leaning back in his chair, his eyes move over my body again, making me shift a little in my seat. “Would you do what I tell you to do Ava?”

I stay quiet for a moment, not sure how to answer, or if I even understand the question. “If you send it to Cassie, then I will do it,” good thinking Ava, this way you don’t sound stupid.

Tapping his pen on the table, still staring at me. Why does he keep doing that? “Take notes at the meeting we have in thirty minutes, after we can discuss them.” Licking his lips he says, “Let’s see what you can do, Ava Banks.,” he stands up, and I follow. God, he lets me in a meeting after only sitting in a room with me for ten minutes. I try to stay calm, I mean this is what I’ve wanted for two weeks now, and it’s finally happening.

“I’m wondering the same thing.” I follow him to the door.

“Same thing about yourself, or something else?” Shit, I need to stop thinking out loud. It’s going to get me into trouble.

“Myself” I whisper as I walk past him and straight to my desk.

My body is still stiff as I feel Mr. Dark staring at me. The rumors about him being intimidating are so true. He doesn’t even ask; he tells you what he wants. He has that energy bouncing off him… control, need, want.

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