Illaria Point of view

So angry!

So furious!

I just want to slap him and hit him and beat him and kick him.

"Ma'am, I think you have to think about the password first and get angry at him later." Asmund is such a son of a biscuit!

Can't I have a moment to express my resentment and anger at someone?

"Aren't I just doing that?" I chided and muttered about men and their natural inbuilt disorders.

"Ms. Allard, you are to take a trip to another town tomorrow and asked me to remind you about it." Hearing the update from Lyra, I took a look at the watch and saw it was five in the evening.

Right, I almost forgot about the trip to the nearby town with Devon tomorrow.

This is all because of that dancing shameless disco ball.

"Right. You both can give me updates on the work over phone the whole day tomorrow. Also, try getting Buzz to tell the password for the project file."

"I already did that, Ms. Allard. Even he doesn't know the password to the folder. He said only Mr. Mayhem knows about it." Then why be his assistant? Go and hit your head against a sugar jelly.

I cannot express how furious I am, all because of that ridiculous boss and assistant.

This is my company project, I put in a lot of money in it, I took the initiative of beginning this project and I invited them for providing us with suitable technology.

Now look, I don't even know where the project is going and how far it went till date.

Why should I go through such exam to find out the details of my own project?

"But to be honest, we have to acknowledge his ingenuity." Lyra said in a small tone.

I frowned at her, "Whose?"

Lyra got startled and immediately closed her mouth. Asmund nudged her from beside and only then did she hesitantly opened her mouth to talk.

"Mr. Mayhem." She mumbled in a very small mosquito tone which still reached my ears. Looking at the ferocious glint in my eyes, she immediately coughed out and went on to pacify the temperature in the room that is created by my overflowing emotions.

"I'm not – Ms. Allard, we indeed have to acknowledge that although Mr. Mayhem's disorder with passwords is quite irritating for us, it is still a shield that is protecting the information from going into SkyGod hands. He fooled everyone, including you when he presented the wrong details and wrong structure of the project while he was working on our project secretly so that it doesn't fall in someone else's hands easily." She talked so fast without taking a breath in the middle that I almost felt she is catching a bullet train with her words.

I hate to accept it but there is some truth in Lyra's words. But no matter how true they are, the bottom line is, May-crazy-hem is a very tough nut to crack.

First of all, his personality and his password recovery are very few things that gets on my nerves.

I don't know long I should endure this torture. I thought, since Devon and I were on some kind of friendship grounds now, I could enjoy the time we are getting and maybe see if our relationship could go further.

To be very honest with myself, I do have some kind of more-than-a-friend feelings for him. When grandma Almond teamed me up with Devon for the wedding preparations, I was secretly very happy because who isn't attracted to a handsome man full of charisma?

His no-nonsense serious personality added with his true loyalty and love for his family is what pulled me towards him in the beginning. Now, after spending some time with him in the name of work, I kind of see more to what kind of person he is.

I wanted to enjoy this time with him. I want to think about him and I want to have good memories with him during the wedding arrangements.

I really, truly want to try out my luck with him but then – human mental disco ball came into my life and company and disrupted all my plans.

Now, even if I'm spending time with Devon, in my subconscious mind I'm worrying about what that crazy person would do next to irritate me.

When all my focus and mind is on useless people, how can I put my mind and heart on liked one?

"It is good if his disorder is helping others our things but what about us? This is our company project and I, as the main person, don't even know what is going on with it. Not to forget, I have to think about the damn password to unlock the folder sent to me. Do I have infinite chances for it? No. If I fail to open it in three attempts, then the folder will be self-destructed. I should go about begging him to send me the same folder again and again until I get it right. Will be able to get it right? Given how bizarre that man is, do you think I will get the password right in the next twenty years?"

I couldn't help but rant my heart out. I'm so done with this man I tell you.

He just drinks my energy with an invisible straw.

"Not to mention –" There was a series on knock on my office door stopping me from my heartfelt ranting.

Damn you! Can't I even bluster out my anger without any interruption?

Asmund went over and opened the door and before I could wonder who it is, the devil presented himself with his assistant demon and some other person behind them.

"Alarming, Ms. Alarming! Look who is here. Yohoo!" The walking disco hollered in a very strange celebratory tone as he presented the man who tagged along.

I glanced at the surplus, who looked like an Asian and has this very gentle and dignified aura around him.

I noticed how walking disco wrapped a hand around the Asian man's shoulder and suddenly a thought sprung into my mind.

Is this walking disco's new person of interest?

"This is?"

"Guess guess guess!" He said in a sing song manner in a very jovial mood.

I grimaced at his unusually jovial mood and a sense of bad premonition hit me.

"Who who who?" With a hint of sarcasm, I smiled at him.

The Asian man walked before me and offered his hand for a handshake which I took as a manner of respect.

"Ms. Allard, pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. Hwang, plastic surgeon and dermatologist. Might I tell you, you have a very healthy skin, Ms. Allard." With a polite smile, he introduced himself.

Dr. Hwang... Dr. Hwang...

Why do I feel like I heard this name before?

"Thank you." I smiled lightly in return and waited for someone to tell me what is going on.

"Docky, what do you think? Is my reference an excellent one this time?" I stood stumped from confusion when walking disco showed off about me.

Somehow, this feels like I'm an object of evil human experimentation that fell in the hands of these ruthless people.

"I have to apologize, Mr. Mayhem but can you please tell me what is going on?" With an outsider present, I have to control my emotions or else I might even lose my mind and hit that crazy man.

"What do you think?" He asked me back with a mischievous yet a proud smile.

Dr. Hwang... plastic surgeon and a dermatologist!

Plastic surgeon?!

"You are changing your face again?" I gasped at the nutjob. "Should I remind you that there is a clause in the contract that before our project is completed, you will not be distracted with face changing or any other major things."

After he told he about his love for changing beauty on his face, I changed a couple of clauses on the original contract. One of them is that he will not have a plastic surgery to change his face until the project is completed and launched.

Now that I think back, I'm actually happy that I had the foresight to make him sign it.

Or else, who knows with which face he comes every day?

"Yes, of course, I remember. Dr. Hwang, here, is just going to look at you and get an insight of what my new face can be. Even you know that photos don't do any justice to your beauty. The doctor has to see you personally to make a new astonishing face for me."

I wonder, why did his father not throw him in a mental hospital to get a treatment?

This man is not suitable for this planet, at least, that I'm sure of.

"Mr. Mayhem –" I inhaled deeply as I gritted. "Project should be your first and only priority right now. Once the project is done, I will give you an hour of time for the doctor to study my features as much as you want." Forget about an hour, see if I even show my face once the project is done.

"Uh, Ms. Allard, but I'm here not only for that but Mr. Mayhem has said that you both wants to coagulate your friendship by exchanging features."

Exchanging features?

What does he mean?

"Yes, since Alarming is already so beauty and has no interest in changing the whole look, how about you just have your lips look like mine? That will be a symbol of our friendship. What say?"

As if the floor has left the planet, his words pushed into an abyss with infinite depth.

My whole body shook and my mind went dizzy. My ears started to ring and eyes went blurry.

My whole self, felt like a balloon with leaking air.

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