CEO

When dinnertime rolled around, everyone moved into their large dining hall. Louis gave the head chair to his boss and he took the right hand side seat. Giselle took the left, across from Louis. Adelene sat down next to her, while René sat on the other side of Louis. Everyone else found a seat.

"I'd like to propose a toast," the CEO of Le Monde Oil said as he stood. "To the man of the night, Louis Montpierre."

Everyone toasted to him and he graciously nodded his head. Giselle beamed at him and he smiled back. Then the boss sat down and turned to her.

"So, how long have you and Louis been together?" he asked.

Her eyes met Louis's as he bristled. Then he nodded and she quietly murmured to the boss, "Around 681 years."

Satisfied, the boss leaned back in his chair. "It's been a long while then."

Louis's eyes blazed, brimming with anger.

"Yes, sir," Giselle said.

"Please, call me Gabriel. After all, I am Gabriel Le Monde."

She looked to Louis. He nodded again.

"Of course... Gabriel."

Gabriel Le Monde suddenly leaned over towards her and cupped her face. Louis snarled quietly. Gabriel inhaled.

"Chanel No. 5?"

She nodded. "Perceptive."

He leaned in even closer and whispered very quietly took her, "Vampire."

She froze. And Louis growled low, "Sir, leave her alone. Giselle. Is. Mine."

She didn't even protest his statement of possession, like she was nothing but an object to him. She was too afraid.

Then Gabriel leaned back again, lounged in the chair and let out a dramatic sad sigh. Giselle let out the breath she had been holding. Louis barely relaxed though; he was still on edge.

I will never let him take her away from me, he thought.

Surprisingly, no one else had seen this all transpire. They were all engaged in their own conversations and meals. Anyone who was a vampire had a goblet filled with blood, while the humans were served alcoholic drinks. Everyone was fed a meal of steak, mashed potatoes (without garlic), and green beans. Dessert was a huge cake decorated with Halloween colors.

After dinner, musicians started playing and people went back into the open room. Louis and Giselle danced the first dance alone. When they finished other couples joined them on the floor. When they were into a few songs, Gabriel sidled up to Giselle.

"May I have this dance?" he asked.

She was wary, but nodded. He took her hand and escorted her out onto the dance floor.

"Maestro!" he called. "A waltz."

The musicians began to play and everyone else swept off to the sides, allowing for them to solo waltz. Louis was fuming as his boss began to spin her around the floor.

"Would you ever want to be with me?" Gabriel asked her.

"I'm Louis's mate. I can't. Unless... no," she breathed in realisation.

"I'm not going to kill him," he reassured her. "But I have heard some rumors."

"About?"

"You're not officially Montpierre's mate."

She went cold. Colder than she already was.

"Which means," Gabriel said sinisterly. "I could take you for my own mate. And Louis wouldn't be able to legally defend and fight for you."