Illaria Point of View

Asmund looked at me.

I stared at him.

Both looked at each other in somewhat horrified manner.

Flick my prestige! I ran out of my office towards the floor where that 'walking disco ball' was reported to be.

Asmund and the others followed me and I was already sweating by the time I reached the place where the disco ball currently is.

Why am I so worried? Why am I overacting and overreacting about a business partner?

Well, that was because –

"Goodness, look at this gorgeous stardust! The eyes are micro telescopes; I never knew I am such a radiant star until you looked at me." Hsss!

The man in – how do I describe his attire?

He is practically wearing the milky way on his body and moving around exactly like a flamboyant comet on steroids.

He is wearing a white shirt printed with stars, planets and what not from the space. On one ear he has a meteor earring hanging down and on the other is a Jupiter stud earring.

What got me was his pants. It was a half white and half black pants with cherry blossoms design on it; which has no matching element with his shirt or his overall –

Style would be an inappropriate and humble word to describe his whole being.

The mesh of his hair is flying rampantly on his head with no proper grooming. Do you remember that flowy pampas grass that flies around with only a lit bit of air? His hair is an auburn version of it.

But what is most irritating and flustering about this man is his personality and behavior.

"Buzz, where is that precious flower I got from Africa? This little starlight deserves to have it." From the very obvious display of the large bouquet of flowers that this person Buzz is holding, a flower was pulled out and was given to one of my lady employees, who, by the way, is blushing so much that she is sweating in red.

I mean it in literal sense because my lady employees is bleeding from her nose just by staring at that 'human glitter bomb'.

"How is this flower from Africa? I see them everyday in the flower market. They are most common ones in any flower market. Precious flower from Africa! Tsk, why don't you bring a rose and say it's from another planet?" Although Asmund was the one who mumbled these words, my thoughts are the same.

Either this human mirror ball is taking everyone for a fool or he thinks he is too amazing that the most ordinary flower will turn into a precious treasure as long as he holds it.

I looked at the flashy and flirty man and gritted out his name, not wanting to make anymore havoc in my office. "Mr. Uno Mayhem, what a sudden surprise!" Although I'm smiling, the words game out in a grunt.

Uno Mayhem, the young heir of Mayhem Enterprise is just as his name says. A player by a first name and a chaos by the last name.

I wonder if he was named after his personality is revealed or if he changed according to his name.

He turned towards me with a flashy movement that you usually see in those Indian daily soaps and walked towards as if one of his legs is longer than the other.

People might think that this is swag but I say, he is nowhere near swag. He just doesn't know how to walk properly on his healthy two feet.

If a rooster is trying to perform a catwalk, this is how it would strutter.

"Arh, Ms. Alarming Allard of my ringing heart! What a pleasant surprise to see you as well." He leaned in, took my hand and kiss on back of it.

Pleasant surprise? This is my company!

Never mind! I only offered him a very reluctantly polite smile and before I speak anything further, He looked at his assistant, Buzz, who handed him with another bouquet, this time, it's indeed made of some genuinely precious flowers and shoved in my hands just like how a ten-year-old shoves a chocolate or a love letter in the hands of his crush.

"Thanks for the beautiful flowers, Mr. Mayhem. I received your email saying you would be meeting us for the lunch tomorrow?" Meaning, why are you're here now? I don't want to see you at all if possible.

Uno Mayhem is known for his weirdness all over the world. No one wants to deal with him if they don't have to.

However, his company is the best when it comes to geoengineering related technology; both software and hardware.

If it wasn't for that reason, I would not want to have anything to do with him even if he is the only person living on this planet.

"Do you know why you are Alarming Allard?" He asked with a greasy smile.

Ewww!

"Because your beauty is so loud, you're setting off alarms in people's hearts from a mile away!" Please! Stop this nonsense. I feel like puking everything I ate for the past four years.

Through his framed glasses, he sized me up with coy gaze that made the shaved hair on my body regrow in an instant and stand up.

"That was a sound reason, Mr. Mayhem. Why don't we go to the meeting room first and talk about business?" I need this man out of my employees' field right now.

Not only is he distracting their work, he is also making harem with girls here.

"Here you go, Mr. Asmund Villin. This is for you." Uno Mayhem pulled out a flower from the common bouquet and gave it to Asmund.

Hey hey hey – his harem includes boys too?

"F-For – for me?" He sweated so much from fright that his whole body got wet in the matter of seconds.

"Of course, it's for you." And so, uno Mayhem moved on to spread his flower to the planning team that followed me here.

Without any discrepancy, his flowers found everyone. And when men asked why they were given flowers, the reason he gave me question my thirty plus years of existence on this planet.

"GENDER EQUALITY." I've never heard of someone showing gender equality to men and that too in this situation.

This man has broadened my understanding of the world.

"Men deserves as many flowers as women does." Buzz flattered after his boss like a dutiful sidekick. "My boss is so amazing that he even clips small flowers on his Pomeranian."

"Hmm, Buzz, that little bug of happiness has a name. Don't disrespect my Wild." My God, his tone of reprimand is so damn disgusting that I felt like leeches are crawling all over my body.

And before we ask, to be more precise, even though we don't want to ask what 'Wild' is, Buzz answered it for us. "Wild is the name of my boss's Pomeranian. He is boss's wild card."

It took extreme measures on mine and Asmund's part to pull those two weird grasses to the meeting room.

It was as difficult as working out two years' worth of exercises on one single day.

"We could've met for succulent lunch tomorrow after you've rested enough, Mr. Mayhem. Why take such troublesome trip here right after landing." I don't even wish such business partner to my rivals.

Seriously!

Drinks and light snacks are immediately arranged and soon we are ready to get done with this meeting and send these two locusts off forever.

Next time, I'm having all the meeting over phone with him. I don't want this person in person anywhere near me.

"Ah, the siren in your voice though!" He groaned pretending to be hypnotized. "Not troublesome at all. We arrived here three days ago."

Say what now?

Did they mention in the email that they would be arriving tomorrow?

I must've been too expressive with my confusion that he immediately answered it. "Did you like my surprise? Don't you think it is a fate-ish experience that you and me, we met here like this?"

"I don't believe in fate." I lied. In fact, I actually believe in fate.

This one for example, is my bad fate.

"It's alright. Fate still believe in us, so it brought me here." Just kill me.

How am I going to have business-ship with him?

Mummy, I'm scared of this man!

"Umm, can I see your passport and identity card please." I changed the topic and asked for his documents.

Earlier, because of his antics, I was distracted but now, looking at his face closely, I feel both familiar and unfamiliar about him.

Is this the same man I saw on the internet?

Without any hitch, he pulled out his identity card and passport for me look at.

I opened them, matched all the details and took almost five minutes to match the real face and the face on the picture.

Somehow, doubtful and unconvinced, I opened the internet and typed his name. A batch of images were produced, of which there are three faces but the overall style is the same.

What the heck is going on?

Why are there three people with the same name?

I opened the picture that I saw earlier and matched it with his real face.

Nothing matched!

"You are not Uno Mayhem of the Mayhem Enterprise?" I asked in confusion and with a bit of anger.

"I am Uno Mayhem of the Mayhem Enterprise."

"Then this is –" He looked at the picture on my phone and at the picture on his documents and just gave a very proud smile.

Huh?

"I got bored of it so changed recently."

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