Page 9 of Chosen
It’s no wonder she is Noah’s personal maid, this woman truly works miracles. I only wish I was in a mental state to appreciate it. “Thank you,” I answer to be polite. I know she means well, butI’m on the verge of breaking and I’m not sure how to hold myself together.
“We should probably head down to the Lord Magnus’s office. He’s waiting for you.”
My hands start to shake and my legs refuse to cooperate.
“Jamie, would you like me to call one of your parents to accompany you?”
I shake my head. I don’t want to see their looks of pity as I’m handed off to the person who will basically be my next jailer.
“Come on, you can do this.” She hooks her arm through mine and gently guides me out of the room.
“Wait!” I cry out. This dolled up version of myself isn’t me anymore.
I run to the closet and start looking through the clothes I’d been given. Among the pretty outfits I’d been gifted, I find the plain black dress that I’d come to the manor in. I don’t know why I’d kept it at the time, but now I’m glad I did. I take off the outfit Maggie had dressed me in and put on my old dress.
I see no point in gift wrapping myself for my new Master.
I walk out of the closet and am instantly met with Maggie’s frowning disapproval, but she doesn’t say anything about my outfit.
My mind is in a complete haze as she leads me through the manor and to the elevator. My brain registers nothing, not the decorative plants in the corners of the house or the paintings on the walls of past Sector Leaders who seem to be mocking me. By the time we make it to the Sector Leader’s door, my stomach is in knots.
Two imposing Enforcers in all black stand outside of Sector Leader Magnus’s office.
“Miss Jamie is here to see Lord Magnus, per his request.”
One of the Enforcers stares down at me with eyes as black as his uniform. I turn my head away unable to maintain eye contact.
“Yes, you may go in. Lord Magnus is expecting you.” He turns to Maggie. “But just her.”
Maggie takes a step back. “Of course.’” She gives me a reassuring smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder. “I’ll wait out here if you need me.”
The door slides open and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I nod in acknowledgement to Maggie and head into the Sector Leader’s office.
The office is nearly as big as my bedroom. I squint against the brightness of the daylight shining through a large glass patio door. The walls are a light gray with abstract paintings decorating them. Off to the side of the office is a chrome rectangular table with eight chairs, three on each of the long sides, and one on the short ends.
In the center of the office is a massive wooden desk. I note every detail in the room from the hanging white neon lights on the ceiling to the buffered floors. I do this to avoid looking at the Sector Leader whose intense gaze rests on me.
“You may take a seat, Jameshia.” His words are softly spoken but it’s a command, nonetheless.
I take the brown leather seat in front of his desk and fold my hands in my lap. I want to tell him not to call me by my full name because I’ve always hated how old fashioned it sounds but I keep my lips firmly pressed together and head down.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you here so I’ll get to the point. Sector Leader Draken will be arriving shortly to collect you but I wished to speak with you first before his arrival.”
He pauses but I remain silent.
“I can understand why you’re wary of me, but I wish you no harm. You are after all, one of my precious bride’s family members.”
Is this his way of trying to comfort me? For all the power he supposedly has, why am I being shipped off to Sector 10 to be someone else’s glorified bed slave?
Just the thought of laying under someone else and being touched indecently, makes me sick to my stomach. So his words are meaningless to me. In fact, I think I just might hate him.
“There is something I wanted to discuss with you, however,” he continues when I don’t respond. “And I think you know what it is.”
He pauses and still I refuse to speak.
“Jameshia…”
“Don’t call me that!” I finally snap. “Only my family has ever used my full name. I don’t consider you family.”
