Chapter 1
Marth 28th, 2019
New York, USA
Soft sunny rays danced their way through the short windows of her tiny, but comfortable apartment on famous Manhattan of New York street. Surely, it didn’t look like people thought it is. As someone as rich as her, media would write insticly about her having a beautiful mansions alike castels for the queen they declared her to become after all hard work which made her into the person she is now - an ice queen of business world.
She herself one time deeply through about that nickname which this mere world gave her to. She wasn’t the one - she wasn’t the ice queen. But thinking from another person’s perspective, she played in front of others in that way. She was afraid of emotions while favoring the rule she mastered her whole life - not trust anyone. She slowly became, from one sweet girl with piggy tails on her soft chocolate brown hair to the woman dressed like a daydream for lurking eyes of man, a true epitome of statue. Like those Roman replaces of Greek’s statues, carved till the perfection and have everyone admired them...
...but dead from the inside.
The emotions no longer have the same effect as it was in the past. She doesn’t have a family which she can’t run to everytime she gets scared, everytime she wants to hide from the emptiness...no, they are long gone. She is alone, but...
...she lives. Perhaps, not so happy life how she wished for herself to be, but hopefully she is still breathing, like right now.
Her exhales and inhales become slowly rapid as the dream land drifted into a memory. Famous Ice Queen was slowly fluttering her large eyes as she welcomed the new day to come to her swollen eyes. She rubbed it gently, but when you look carefully you could see the tardiness and grief in those light brown eyes, however amber color painted them in on the light. They gaze into the ceiling bored.
One more day to come. She through tiredly yawning.
Getting up from the now messy bed, the burgundy silk gracefully fell from her tan skinned legs which were already almost till the knees hiding beneath a huge black man t-shirt. Even if the front had the letters of one rock band which she didn’t listened to in a long time and wasn’t fan of it in her teens, it was the only thing left from her older brother.
The ONLY thing.
One more day to come and one more day to live - that though is always repeating in her head, everyday she wakes up. Sorrowing over past year where happiness stayed behind the locked doors of her heart made her into the person she is in front of everyone. Deep down, she was wishing for someone, but this queen will never admit it.
After one more warm shower, she got out of bathroom fresh and clean from her pain. Her ice shined brightly as she got into a pair of regular black ankle boots with a high heels, yet thick ones. She straighten her back as she done with it and turned to look herself in a mirror.
Her tan skin was covered into beautiful, yet pretty large white-light blue strapped shirt which was slightly curled on her elbows and knee length indigo blue pencil skirt. With few buttons not connected, her divine carved cleavage was softly exposed, yet decent enough for workplace. She wasn’t one of those girls that were fully into the makeup. Contrary, she didn’t wear almost anything. Only a bit of black mascara, the faded brown crayon on the corners of her brown eyes and of course, a mate lip gloss. Sometimes, you can even see a black eyeliner and red lipstick which was only for special occasions.
Taking her leather bag on shoulder and her phone from the desk, she went out her apartment which she calls home past ten years. Going straight to an golden elevator and stepping in it, she relaxed after pressing the button to garage. Leaning into golden mirrored walls of lift, she observed well-known surroundings. Everything screamed money and even she had it a lot, it didn’t give a good taste. She just work the job she once loved to do.
Once.
Opening of the thick doors of mirrored elevator delivered the freeze of the small wind from the outside. Thankfully, she didn’t forget to take a coat after closing the door of her apartment. Fishing the keys out of her leather purse, she went to the space where her one and only car was...
...the great black Mustang from 1965.
No richness exposed this car, but she didn’t care much about it. She had a money to buy a few of new models of Porsche, Tesla or Lamborghini, but none of them can replace the same old Mustang which was her pap’s.
From her view, Mustang had two straight white straps in the middle of it, and looked out of this era. But, the special thing about it that its motor has a quality like the most expensive sport cars in the world. She knew that old motor from mustang must be replaced if she would like to drive it. So, she payed professional mechanics to do it and well, she wasn’t quite expecting that they made this old legend into the ravishing beauty which is today.
Smilling at the past memoris of dad and her when she was just a kid, she got into it and drifting into the highway like a mad driver. She lived for the crazy drive, always looking at illegal staff with so admiring. She loved draving fast. Against drugs, but the good race...she craved to watch it. Even more, to experience it first-hand.
There was something about it which made her alive even if she didn’t have for something to live for...expect for her career. Perhaps, the foolishness of driver’s actions and the seriousness of situation they get into for the money was comic to her.
Tragicomic. She through.
Yet, she would boldly step inside the car and sometimes, bet on those events when they occur on the late summer nights. It was like a ventilation for her mind and the secret from others. There, she was known as Quincy.
Coldness could be filled immidiatly when person steps out of the warmth of this car, shiver is unstoppable to come. Long legs get on the pavement and boldly walked to glass entrance of the high building with big white letters standing out on the daylight.
Black Corporation.
Without long history of success, this company was made by her two hands. Hiding from the truth transformed her into person which her own family wouldn’t recognize if they saw her condition. If they would...
“Good morning, Miss Black. Welcome back,” the young valet welcomed her with a proper smile. Giving him the same response along with the keys of her cherished car, she made her way to the large glass door which are completely see through. She claimed her right hand on the black bag swirling on her shoulder.
This company had the tight professional security, but nevertheless, Miss Black was afraid for her life with every bold steep she takes.
“I apologise, Miss Black. I didn’t-” Giving a short nod to the blond girl behind reception, she stroked right to her private lift not even caring for never-made conversation about the girl that are more into showing her cleavage at the work place and tons of make-up products on her face than doing her job normally.
"Faking lone bitch,“She just rolled her eyes at hearing words which blondie muttered after she went to elevator. But to her, those words were not anymore offensive. She heared them all the time without complain. She was that - she was alone...
...and the bitch...
...and she didn’t care what everyone say.
She didn’t judge people based by their looks, but if someone comes every day through the same damn moving doors and met with a girl who constantly flirt with every specimen on to legs, then what to other say than: I told you so. Plus, describing her with the nice offensive words...
Tsk, tsk...can they be more creative? The hiding smirk came to her plump pink lips as she was thinking about it.
She knew herself, even if they named her Ice Queen, she wasn’t at all epitome of beauty which stands to someone with nickname alike that... The Queen.
With a jaw which was slightly standing out and from the side profile looks like she had characteristic alike a monkey, she was self-conscious of her body and the face. All the book she have read, all the movies she had watch late night, showed her that the beauty is in the eye of its beholder, but even if she knew here body and face perfectly and keep saying that she loves herself...she would never be proud that she was born like that. But, plastic surgery is a big no-no to her. She hates needles and knives, except for cooking.
The slight sound of elevator’s doors opening wake her up from thinking about the reception girl who called her a bitch...
I would never be like her, she though sadly sighing. Never a beautiful one...
Perhaps, she wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the world nor the Victoria Secret’s angel, but she was the Ice Queen and she loved being it.
Even if she felted that she can’t never be alike one in her small apartment and between the happy faces of her past family members, she knew one thing.
...but I’ll always be the strong and fatal one.
I’m Valerie Black.
