Flaming Love

It’s a novel about four friends and their obscure life.

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The clinking of the five-inch stiletto echoed in the now-silent room. Every gaze was trained on the lady brandished in a fiery red evening gown. The aura surrounding the young woman was cold and dominating. Her sleek bun added another grace to her charismatic personality.

Every woman’s presents there turned green in envy and men took a gulp feeling her oppressing aura. This woman was too much to handle. Heck, they can’t even afford to cross paths with her. She was a cruel bitch of the business world.

Nobody dares to offend her.

Greeting the host of the party, she stood in the corner grabbing a glass of cocktail. Scanning the surrounding her eyes suddenly found someone familiar. Her eyes dimmed a little and her lips turned into a thin line.

In the next few seconds, her eyes darkened with rage.
She sauntered to the person who was apologizing to the CEO of some small end company.

“Do you even know how much this suit cost? Who permitted this low life to enter such prestige party?”

The old man shouted loudly. The young man turned red in embarrassment founding all the eyes on him. It was true the party was only once held in three years and all the businessmen whether new or old eagerly wait for this chance to curry favors from big business conglomerates.

“I am sorry sir. It was purely unintentional.”

The young man tried to persuade him however it was all a futile attempt.

“Shut up your dirty life. Look at your clothes. You sure have the guts to wear such poor clothes at this party.”

Feeling someone present beside him the young man thought it might be the security called to throw him out. But the next second his eyes stilled at the figure.

“And you Mr. Smith sure have the guts to ruin my party.”

The old man almost fainted founding her there. Hela has always ignored these business meetings; even if she attended any, she liked to choose a corner and spent the entire time there not liking to be bothered by anyone.

The crowd hushed in silence probably a good shown will soon be cast upon.

“Oh No! Miss Wilson. It’s just this poor guy snubbed the whole thing. I was just trying to shoo him away and save the party”

The old man cleanly shifted all the blame on the young man, buttering her up a little in the process.

“Oh, I see Mr. Smith. But don’t you know what I despise the most?”

Again a prickling silence surrounded the ballroom.

“LIARS.”

A cold and intimidating voice boomed in the room. Her dominating aura surpassed all the people. Sending a text on her cellphone. She glared at the old man and clutched the hand of the young man pulling him out of the ballroom.

A couple of seconds later, the old man’s man phone rang and an earth-shattering voice resounded in the party.

“How can this be? The sudden downfall in the stocks.”

The silent and gobsmacked audience again started whispering.