It's the greatest shock of my life, I've just received now. My internship is taking place at the Royal Palace of Maldonia, the royal seat of the dreaded Prince of Maldonia, Caspian Eric who is known worldwide for the most hideous crimes, most committed in secret and but soon out into the limelights. He is the type of man that doesn't normally dump any woman he no longer needs in his life, he kills her. YES! He kills her and gets away with it, being the one that will take over as the Prince of America.
Everyone fears him, no one wants to come close to him but he always finds himself forcing those he wants to him. As a CEO and billionaire, he has lots of staff at his leading counselling company, LEAD better known as LEADConsults, which has produced trillions of dollars over the years if summed together. His company deals with offering physical and remote counsels to victims of depression all over the world, he has helped a lot of people over the years. His net worth is over eight hundred billion dollars according to the recent statistics of Forbes, making him the third richest man in the world, the youngest of richest billionaires in the world. His company is at the top of its specialization in New York, America and the whole of the world.
As I walk into the one hundred and twenty glass and steel storey building of his company, I find my heart sinking below me. I'm undertaking the most risky job here, my period of internship lasts for a period of six years after which I'll get my degree from my university, the American Liberty University, situated in the heart of New York.
I heard from rumors that I'm the only girl sent on internship here. My best friend and roommate, Helen Hart, was sent to a hospital for hers. I wished I was with her in this. This place is too dangerous for a girl like me, just wishing though I work in this company, I'd be in a department and position farther from him. I lift my head up in supplication as I walk into the elevator which is gonna take me to the conference room where we'll be inducted by the Prince himself. I take out my phone from my handbag, go to WhatsApp, scroll to our intern group chat consisting of only those appointed to work here. I scroll up to the particular chat where the exact floor was stated. The fiftieth floor. I nod my head, taking note of it.
I step into the open elevator, no one is in here at this time. I like it this way, I always like being left alone. I use this time to think about my life, which has always been crowned with hopelessness, after the varieties of ordeals I've suffered in the past, which I don't know if I'll be able to deal with though I've helped a lot of people get over their depression. It's quite difficult to help myself even when I'm specialized in this. However I don't let this stop me from fighting hard in life, I see success as something to be fought for although my future seems bleak, each day of my life for the past eighteen years, I wake up believing I'll not see the next day. I have series of thoughts like this, starting after I was raped at five by my alcoholic father. I got raped at eight by my uncle whom I went to live with after my father passed away. That's how my depression all started. I soon started fending for myself. Mom remarried and had nothing to do with me. Thanks to the divine forces, I've completed my university education.
The elevator stops on the fiftieth floor as expected. My heart begins to pound so heavily, once again. I feel my head turn but I'm gonna be strong, I'm going to meet a murderer, authoritarian, mafia, all the evil professions you could have in mind. Worst is that I'm the only girl, the rest that were selected for this place are my male colleagues.
As I step out of the elevator, I glance down at myself to assess myself one last time. I heard Caspian is very strict, almost like a military commander or more, he doesn't consider any law when he wants to act, he acts like all authority rests on his shoulders, he doesn't consider what anyone thinks neither the aftermath of his actions, he always get away with his actions probably because he's the crowned Prince of Maldonia, and soon-to-be Prince of America. I'm satisfied with my appearance, I wore a yellow jumpsuit, with a black heel shoe. I thought of wearing yellow, to make me glow a bit as I'm always gloomy. I don't want to be seen as a grieving person. Recently, I've always found myself wearing bright colors to compliment my already gloomy nature.
I walk up into the direction where the induction is going on. "Oh! I'm late." I gasp as I check the time on my phone. 8:01 AM. It was told in the group that the last minute anyone could arrive for the induction was 8:00 AM, too bad I'd been so engrossed in my thought that I didn't care to hasten up a bit. Panic runs through my veins as I step my feet on the room where the induction is going on. Oh! I'm dead.
I glance before me, all my colleagues are already seated around the extremely large luxury plastic table with seats around and a tall, muscular man facing the white board, scribbling something on it with a marker. He turns. I shrink. His face is more beautiful in reality than I've been seeing on the internet, but his eyes are more piercing.
"Hello, why are you coming now?" I shiver at the stern, sinister tone he's using. He leaves the podium, dropping the marker on the table, he walks over, I don't know how to describe what I feel at this moment other than for the earth to open up and swallow me. His strong scent fills through every opening in my body to my inner being, I'm drowning in the aura of this powerful demigod that stands before me. I stand with my head bowed to avoid those piercing eyes of his, hands clasped before me in submission, my breath going slowly, I want to do everything I can to evade his anger. Too bad, I've gotten his attention on my first day in his company. Nothing to be thought of, I'd still have gotten his attention even if I came in the midst of others, so far as I'm the only girl except I get dressed as a guy. Quite funny imagining myself in this! If the name gets called in this case, it gets discovered I'm a girl and it would bring more trouble on me. I'm in a trap I can't easily get off from. Who would save me?
He walks around me like a stern professor, surveying my body, curves I suspect. Then his hand holds my chin, forcing my face up and my eyes to reluctantly look at him. His face is so close to mine that a mere shift would end in us bumping. I can sense his breath, the breath of a cold and hard hearted man, a dreaded mafia!
"Go to your seat, come meet me after this for your punishment!" Immediately he says this, he turns and walks back leaving me utterly curious.
Punishment? What punishment does he want to give to me?
