Chapter 2 Ofice,Blood And Run

• A female employee came running, and she was totally out of breath as she reached her seat ……
• other employees see her with questioning eyes
• She said while opening her laptop, “All of you get back to your seats. She is back.” just hearing that everyone went silent….
• The sound of heels clinking is quite audible and can be heard throughout the rooms. Suddenly, the entire office went dead silent like a barren land.
• **** IN OFFICE ****
• James pushed a man into the room, his hands bound behind his back. Blood trickled from his knuckles, staining the floor as he stumbled forward.
• A middle age man was sitting at the last end of the big glass table in a chair crossing his legs and wearing a perfectly tailored black suit.
• As James spoke, a mysterious smile played on his lips. "I absolutely love the sound produced by the crystal marble floor and high heels, especially when it's her," he said with. “
• The old man spoke in a calm and collected manner, proposing that the group should take a short break and then continue their discussion after a while, " he said, waving a hand. Most of the people in the room quickly gathered their things and left . Only a few members were left in the room.
• James turned to the trembling man on the floor. "She’s back. Hell, you’re going to be dead meat now."
• The man was squatting down on the ground and blood was dripping from his hand and the corner of his mouth.
• Man's voice cracked while he pleads in front of James, "pleaseee….. let me go. I don’t wanna betray you, but my family was in danger. I didn’t have any other option. I wouldn’t be able to see my son and my daughter again. Please understand I didn’t do that wilfully. "
• James grunted, rolling his eyes. "Spare me the sob story. You are a fucking bastard and which family you are talking about, ha??? where you killed your own wife and let your kids live a life like an orphan or that family where your mistress is waiting for you? Well to be honest, I really don't care which family you are talking about. Either way, no one’s coming to save you. Maybe this man," James gestured toward the older man, "might show you some mercy, but her? She has no emotions. She’s colder than death itself. Now stop pleading because maybe the man sitting in front of you may leave you because of a little bit of sympathy he has in his heart. But the one who is coming will not. She doesn’t have any emotions. She is emotionless and merciless. Oh, let me stop describing her because you will see that by yourself. Moreover, don’t dare to spill this silly family story of yours in front of her or you will die earlier than planned.
• Man: please try to understand my situation.
• But soon the room gate opens a young lady comes in. She is wearing black pants, a long black hoodie, black heels, a mask, and specs.
• James: oh so here you are……..
• when she entered in the room, everyone bowed in front of her. She nodded her head gently.
• After that, with a light nod, she went straight towards the old man and sit on a chair next to him. She removed her specs and her hoodie’s cap, her hair is tied in many braids, and her pure brown eyes shine like Crystal. There is no trace of any emotions in her Eyes.
• Females are generally more expressive than males, or we can say females tend to be more expressive than males it’s in their nature. And their emotions can often be detected simply by observing their eyes. However, it takes a delicate observer to truly understand what a woman is feeling, as they are often skilled at concealing their true emotions, with a mask of opposite emotions they are feeling. You will not even notice and they will express them enchantingly. Therefore, it takes a perceptive and intuitive observer to truly understand what a woman is feeling.
• But this woman’s eyes were calm and silent, like a deep sea. A vast deep sea where from above everything seems calm, but you don’t know what’s going on deep inside it.
• she coldly asked the man holding a pen
• “Just answer me in yes or no .”
• Man (with fear and pleading expressions in his eyes): yes, but my lady it’s ...............
• She coldly respond: you didn’t even let me ask you the question. (she put the pen down and stared at him like a hunter stares down at its prey)
• Aahh…… fine, I will give you a chance for your family. They were the ones you were worried for right??? Even though I said just one answer but now, I will give you 5 minutes if you wanna live just run. Run for your life.
• James (sees towards her with confusion): what the hell are you doing? This bastard betrayed us. That was an important document.
• She stands from her seat and went towards James and that man. Then she grabbed James by his neck and pressed his face on the glass table and said angrily,
• “How many times should I tell you that don’t cross my words? Don’t interrupt in between, man. Don’t you love your handsome face anymore?” And as she said this, she realised James’ neck.
• James sees towards her but didn’t say a word. She smiled and says coldly, “Well gentleman, your time is already started, so run for your life.” saying this, she pulled a chair and sat on that.
• Fear gripped the room like an icy hand, and everyone swallowed hard as they watched the helpless man. His fate was sealed. No one in that room doubted what awaited him after his betrayal.
• He stumbled toward the door, panic in his steps, yanking at the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. His hands fumbled clumsily, his fear clouding his movements. The room watched in agonizing silence as he struggled. Then, with a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed a keycard toward him. But his fear was so overwhelming, his hands trembled, and the card slipped through his fingers, clattering to the ground.
• She stood, her movements deliberate, and walked over to him, her presence suffocating. She leaned in close, her breath whispering against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
• "Don’t worry," she said softly, almost tenderly. "I’m a woman of my word. I’ll make sure your family gets the money you earned… from betraying me."
• His body convulsed with sobs, terror pouring from every fiber of his being as he dropped to his knees, pleading, his voice hoarse with desperation. He begged for mercy, promising to never cross her again.
• But mercy wasn’t in her nature.
• In a blur, quicker than anyone could register, she slit his throat. The knife flashed for barely a second before it disappeared back into her sleeve. He collapsed instantly, his body hitting the floor with a sickening thud, blood pooling around him, staining the pristine white marble red.
• The entire room stood in stunned silence, their hearts racing, their breath shallow. Though few had even seen her move, everyone had witnessed her merciless precision. Death, swift and inevitable—this was the mafia’s only answer to betrayal.
• Without a word, she turned, walking towards the door. "James, clean this up," she said coolly, not bothering to look back.
• But just as she was about to leave, the old man, still seated at the table, raised his hand. "Everyone out," he commanded.
• As the remaining members hurriedly rose from their seats, Tara turned back to face them. Her gaze shifted to the lifeless body sprawled across the floor, blood still seeping from the wound. With a pointed finger, she addressed the room.
• "Let this be a reminder," she said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "This is what happens to traitors. I trust none remember this and never ever forget what I said."
• The room collectively nodded, fear in their eyes, their lips sealed tight.
• From the back, a man dared to whisper, his voice shaky. "Is she the one? The Ice Princess who ruled the underworld?"
• Another man hissed, his eyes wide with fear. "Shut up! Didn’t you see what just happened? Whether she’s the Ice Princess or not, you’d better keep your mouth shut unless you want to end up beside him."
• Tara waved them away, her gaze cold and indifferent. As soon as the last person left, the old man, who had watched everything unfold with a somber expression, broke the silence.
• His voice was laced with concern. "Tara, that girl… the one I saw in the hospital that night. Is she still…?"
• Tara’s eyes narrowed, her tone turning frigid. "She died that same night." She paused for a moment, letting her words hang in the air before adding icily, "If that’s all you wanted to know, I’m leaving. James," her gaze shifted to him, "I have some unfinished business with you. Meet me when you’re done here with all the matters in hand."
• James grinned weakly, trying to lighten the tension. "What now? You planning to break my bones?"
• Her response was sharp, devoid of any warmth. "Do as I say. Or I wouldn't mind breaking a few bones."
• Without another glance, Tara left the conference room, the echo of her heels fading down the corridor.