CLASH OF INTEREST

"Go to my room and wait for me," Ares whispered to Angel, before walking away.

She let out the breath she was holding as soon as he was out of sight, and clutched her chest tightly.

"What was that?" She breathed hard, feeling like her lung was at the verge of a collapse.

Everything was suddenly too much, and too soon.

Pushing the door open, she dashed into her room, and jumped on top of her bed.

"Go to my room and wait for me," his words rang loudly in her ear, but her determination not to do that rang even louder..

Ares walked into the office he was told the CEO was waiting for him, and saw he was indeed waiting for him.

He walked up to the Italian man in his early fifties, with white hair that served as a perfect aesthetic for his handsome face.

"Ares." He stretched out a hand the second he stopped in front of him.

"I've heard about you. Enzo Antonio," he replied, shaking his hand.