Chapter 38: The Pain
Mira sat in the car, her mind abuzz with anticipation. To pass the time and stay productive, she grabbed her phone. As the car rolled smoothly along the road, she began checking various online updates. She knew these updates would be useful for the upcoming charity gala, a cause she was deeply involved in. Mira scrolled through event details, confirmed appointments, and reviewed her notes, all while glancing out the window at the passing scenery. The digital distraction helped her stay focused and calm as they neared Zamian’s company.
The car came to a smooth halt, and Mira’s eyes widened as she took in the massive building before her. It was a towering skyscraper with a sleek glass façade that reflected the city’s skyline. Mira felt a mix of awe and disbelief. She had thought that the main branch she had seen earlier was impressive, but this was on another level entirely. The grandeur of the building made it clear just how wealthy and influential Zamian was to own such an impressive structure.
James stepped out of the car and opened the door for her. As Mira exited, he handed her a black card. "This card will give you access to the elevator and to Mr. Zamian’s office. The elevator will take you to the upper floors. Swipe this card to enter, and then use it to press the button for Mr. Zamian’s office."
Mira nodded as James guided her to the elevator. Once inside, the doors closed behind her, and she noticed that the card he had given her was a VVIP pass, emphasizing the exclusivity of this level of access. She held the pink box of cookies tightly, her anticipation growing as she stared at the cityscape visible through the elevator’s glass walls. The view was breathtaking, but she tried not to look down too much, feeling a pang of vertigo as the elevator ascended.
After a few moments, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened to a spacious, luxurious hallway. Mira noticed there were only two doors in this expansive area, hinting at the grandeur of Zamian’s office. As she approached the glass door, she saw there were two access points: one for the card swipe and another for a fingerprint scan.
Mira swiped the black card through the reader, and the door clicked open. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, her eyes widening in amazement as she took in the sight before her.
Zamian sat at his desk, staring blankly at the stack of papers before him. His mind kept wandering to Mira, and he found himself questioning why he couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was unusual for him to be so distracted, especially with the pressing work he had to attend to.
The ringing of the doorbell broke his concentration. Zamian reached for the button beside him, a mechanism he used to control the flow of visitors. If he wasn’t expecting anyone or wanted to avoid disturbances, pressing the button would signal the visitor to leave. However, today he didn’t press it, so the door opened, and a woman walked in.
The clinking of her heels interrupted the quiet. She wore a short pencil skirt and high heels, her white shirt revealing a significant amount of cleavage. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. She approached Zamian’s desk, holding a set of documents.