Prologue
Five years later
Anaya sat in the conference room fidgeting and holding her purse tightly. Her hands were shaking and sweat rolling down her back. She found her eyes wandering around the room searching for someone. Her body trembled when she felt piercing eyes on her back . Her golden brown eyes met piercing black eyes when she turned around. She met his hateful gaze with an equally hateful gaze
She felt intense dislike for Cyrus for trying to take away her legacy. She was still angrily nursing the wounds of her stripped dignity. Now he was challenging her state of mind. She did not know how long she could keep the calm facade up. Her heart was beating faster than usual and her body was trembling. Cold sweat ran down her back and face. She could feel the onset of a panic attacks. She tried to concentrate on the briefing but her thoughts were jumbled up.
She stood up from her chair and walked towards the door ignoring the calls. She could hear her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She opened the bathroom door and rushed to the nearest stall. She sat on the toilet, counted the little beads on her bracelet. Fifty three was the exact number of beads. There was a time when they were sixty one but some broke off.
Once she cooled down, she check her makeup and corrected the blemishes. Smiling was an easy thing to do. Her face muscles were used to it. It was the only way to hide her problems within. She walked out of the door only to bump into a muscular wall. She looked up and saw Cyrus looking down at her with a smirk. She stepped back to create some space between them. Cyrus stepped forward. Anaya stepped back till her body connected with a wall.
Anaya stretched her hands to stop him from coming near her but Cyrus held her hands to keep her from pushing him away.
"You can't run away from me now Ana. We need to talk" Cyrus said while looking down at Anaya.
"Now is not the time Cyrus ,we need to get back to the meeting. We will find talk some other time." Anaya said while trying to free herself. She kicked Cyrus hard in the shin leading him to let go. She turned the knob to open the door only to find it closed. She chuckled. She had underestimated him.
She turned to face him. "We can talk, if you promise to open the door within fifteen minutes"
Cyrus who was still massaging the wound nodded. He could remember the last time he was this close to her. He knew that she hated him. And he also hated her to some extent
