Rona
Cars honked relentlessly beneath us. It was a sight I never thought I'd see for the longest life.
"We're in Silica City."
We stood on the roof of an office building, the same one I drove past every single day to work.
"Never thought I'd see this place again."
I clutched my stomach, grabbing onto the rails to stabilise myself.
"With how weak your species are, they'd be better off extinct."
"You wouldn't want to deal with eight billion souls flooding your realm now, would you?"
I bit back.
"Too much work." He sighed, placing a finger on my forehead.
"Is this supposed to help because I can't feel anything different." I grumbled, ignoring the warmth that coursed through my veins.
"Your soul needs time to absorb it." He pulled back, moving past me in quick strides.
I tailed behind him struggling to match with his pace.
He stopped mid track and stared down at his robes. "I suppose this isn't suitable."
With a snap of his fingers, his dark, embroidered robe fluttered, replaced by a dark suit, his silver crown and luscious black hair framed his face effortlessly.
"We don't have all day, Rona." He commented, trailing down the dark hallway.
"I believe we do." I muttered under my breath, following inches behind him. "It's barely noon."
We stood in front of a door, his office door. It seemed he had a penchant for large doors.
Weird, but who am I to judge-
…I was his assistant, his unpaid assistant.
I couldn't even make it past the door when every office worker's nightmare came barrelling towards me.
Paperwork, lots and lots of paperwork.
All piled high and levitating off the ground.
His touch was gone just as quickly as it came, and he stood metres away from me, a cruel smirk was painted on his face.
"Do you know why I chose to help you, Rona?" He asked, eerily cold.
Ah, I wondered when he would go back to normal.
His smirk grew wider and his lips curled in a predatory- like smile.
This was thee version of him that made me cower.
"You really think you were worthy to become my assistant?" His voice was low, mocking.
My words bubbled at the tip of my tongue,
"Why?"
It was the question I've been dying to ask all this while, from the moment I stepped foot in that haunted room. "Why did you choose to help me?
He brushed back a strand of his luscious, dark hair that fell too close to his face.
"If there's one thing gods agree on, it's that the immortal realm gets boring. The human realm is far more lively." He paused, eyes burning into my skull.
"And you, Reid, came at the just the right time."
"You mean to tell me," I was baffled, he couldn't possibly have done that. "You're doing all this because you're...bored?"
He raised his brows, "Yes."
I cleared my throat, "So where do I come in, in all this."
"Let's say I read your resume." He leaned on the mahogany desk, intricate tattoos peeking through his buttons."I must say, I'm quite impressed. You're just what I need for a new company."
Free Labour?
"You do well and you get your second chance. Run this company to the ground and you'll be ferrying down Styx."
"I'm sorry... But wouldn't hiring be a better option? You could always-" I asked.
"Expensive." He interjected sharply. "It takes awat the joy of being a startup."
I couldn't even wrap my head around what he was thinking.
Who starts a company out of boredom?
I mustered my best professional smile, He does, this man is as unpredictable as he is powerful.
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The future was bleak.
I groaned, burying my head in the comforters. "So. Many. Documents."
And I wasn't even halfway done. I raised my head, stared at the never ending pile, then buried my head back in the pillow.
"Why do I have to do all the documents while he's on important business!" I tossed the pen away, "That's it. I'm taking a break."
I had a feeling his 'offical business' had something to do with those corrupted souls.
Even thinking of them sent chills down my spine.
I picked up a folder, glossing through the headlines.
Every single design and document I skimmed through was drafted meticulously- just the way I liked it.
There were a bunch of errors though, mainly with the company structure, funding and project patents, nothing I couldn't fix.
"I can't believe I'm helping a god build a company." It felt like traveling through time, back to my start-up days.
"I wonder how much my assistant is handling my absence." I grinned, his stoic face flashing in my mind. "The Investors are probably hanging on his neck."
{Somewhere in Silica City}
"Atchew!" Vance felt a sudden chill in his nape. "Turn down the air conditioning."
He ordered, taking a long sip from his cappuccino.
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I slid the documents away, "Better take a break now before I collapse from exhaustion. Again."
There was a knock on the door. "Who's there!" I called out, scrambling to get off the bed.
It couldn't be the progenitor, he didn't respect my privacy enough to knock.
I placed my hand on the palm sized engravings, watching it pulse with that familiar purple glow.
"Who would've thought I'd see you again," I propped myself on the oaken doors, "Charon."
Two alien looking women spanned his sides, slightly pointed ears, bluish white skin and faint tribal markings.
Charon cleared his throat and I realised I had a stared for too long.
"I'm so sorry, please come in." I shuffled to the side, my eyes glued on the peculiar looking women.
Charon barely gave my room so much as a glance. I could bet my fortune that he wasn't here because he missed me.
"So, what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked, the door whirred shut behind me, "It's definitely not because you missed me."