Shadows of A Billionaires Desire

It was an autumn day in New York City, crisp and cool, a sign that the seasons are changing and the world is starting all over. I’ve always dreamed about how I would make a name for myself within the fashion industry. And today, I had come to King Fashion House where my destiny awaited. As I stepped out of the taxi onto the busy sidewalk my heart raced with excitement. Above me loomed the skyscraper which housed Alexander King’s fashion empire, an imposing symbol of success and elegance. Taking a deep breath, I entered into a sleek lobby and noticed its elegant surroundings.

Around me there was a sound of activity buzzing in contrast to serene world I had just left behind; it exuded wealth because it had marble flooring, intricate chandeliers and carefully curated art on its walls. “Emma Taylor here to see Mr. King,” I declared to the receptionist whose smile remained professional even when faced with my anxious voice I was pointed toward a luxurious waiting area where an air filled with soft classical music added elegance to this space that oozed power at every corner.

As I sank into the soft seats, I felt so insignificant compared to what was happening around me with regard to events in New York City. The busy streets were alive while this very room was a peaceful paradise. Then suddenly excitement surged within me mixed with some apprehension about what was coming. Every second that passed by seemed like ages. My skirt was carefully placed down; it had a tailored cream-colored blouse together with black high waisted skirt which formed nice curves on her body. My fingers were fidgeting in my lap because they held onto a leather portfolio bag containing everything that I had worked for throughout my life such as sketches drawings and dreams expressed through fabric. Just when impatience was almost overwhelming me there came that moment when the elevator doors slid apart. There came out a tall strikingly handsome man and I held my breath. Alexander King stood before me, exuding an aura of power and sophistication. Dark suit perfectly fitted him well accentuating broad shoulders narrow waistline provided to him by nature itself. The emerald green eyes twinkled in such a way that made me feel electrified. He came towards me in quick strides always keeping his strong gaze locked on mine. “Ms. Taylor, I believe?” His voice was deep and felt like warm velvet slipping through my fingers. “Yes sir,” said I feeling as though all blood had drained from my body; heart racing crazily beneath the ribcage like some untamed animal longing for freedom.