A Whisper in the Night - Chapter 4

Hey Readers, I'm going to try to write in Vanessa's Point of View. Tell me if you like it better than the other chapters. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
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Damien and I arrived to his office at around 7 am. I yawned and got out of his car. I followed Damien through the doors, which were held open by a doorman who nodded in respect. When i got inside, I gasped.

The place was HUGE. Chandilers hung from ceilings and glass doors were placed at every corner. A reception area had a couple of lounge seats, with a fountian in the middle. A counter was placed in the corner, with multiple employees standing at each computer. We went up in an elevator, going 30 stories high. I had to hold onto the railing to stop myself from falling. This thing was fast!!

"Um, Damien, why's this place so..so big?" I asked timidly, eying the place. He looked at me for the first time since this morning and grinned.

"The builders thought it was necessary." I rolled my eyes. This was most likely his idea.

When the elevator stopped, a lot of people were talking so loud, I thought my ears would bust. Damien stepped out and the whole floor silenced. I followed behind nervously, trying not to draw attention to myself.

"Good morning, Mr. Olarin," said the crowd all at the same time. I grinned. That was pretty cool.

"Good morning, everyone. This is Vanessa; she will be working here with us. Beth, could you please get her a desk?" Damien said. A middle aged women with short black hair and high heels rushed to clear off a desk near an office which I guessed to be Damien's. A computer was set up, a coffee was made, and a comfortable chair were all placed in about 3 minutes at my desk. Damien gave some people instructions to help me, and I silently thanked him in my mind. Damien disappeared behind the door to his office, and I was left with some strangers.

"Hello, welcome to Olarin." A woman said, smiling at me. She was the one who set up my desk. Beth, I think.

"Oh, thank you." I replied. After an awkward silence she asked if I needed help. I nodded and she led me to my desk.

"So all you have to do is sort these documents into each file, email these files to Patricia, and make copies of these papers." Beth explained, showing me how to do all this. I nodded, trying to look like I understood, when I actually had NO clue what she was saying. "Okay, then, well if you have any questions, you can ask Jake." She pointed to a 20 year old man to my right. I looked over and he smiled and winked.

What a flirt.

I started on the files, making sure each one went into the right folder. I sipped my coffee, loving the flavor. It was so rich in taste, I wondered where they got it.

After the files were done, I sent them to a Patricia Tresville. "Okay, that's done," I muttered to myself. Next was the copies. I stood to leave, but I didn't know where the copier was.

Looking around, I spotted Jake, whom Beth said to ask for help. "Umm..Jake? Can you tell me where the copier is?" I asked.

Jake looked up at me and smiled. He had short, spiky blonde hair, bright green eyes, and had a sort of rugged look to him. His shirt showed that he worked out and with his broad shoulders, I could tell he was strong, like my Damien...I mean Damien.

"Of course! Come on," He said, leading me towards a door. It led to a hallway with multiple doors, each with a name plaque on the door. We stopped in front of a large with with no door. "Here we are. The copy room." Jake said, allowing me to enter. I thanked him and headed to the copier.

Placing the sheet of paper on the scanner, I pressed the copy button and waited. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Jake leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me. It made me self-conscious.

Soon, the copier finished, and I collected the papers. On our way back, Jake asked me a few questions.

"So, how old are you?"

"Seventeen." I replied, not taking my eyes off the floor.

Jake nodded. "How do you know Mr. Olarin?" He asked, seeming more curious. I looked ahead of me, my fingers tightening their hold on the papers.

"I-we-let's just say we go a long way back." I settled with that answer, not wanting to give him the truth. For some reason, I didn't trust this guy.

The rest of the day went by slowly and I was grateful when Damien finally came out of his office. "Are we leaving?" I asked as he walked up to me. He nodded, glanced at his watch, and whistled.

"Wow. We've been here for 15 hours!" He exclaimed, showing me the time. It was 10 pm and I was exhausted. I glared at Damien, who merely shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Do you know how tired I am?" I asked, my eyes narrowing with every word. "15 frickin' hours and it's only my first day. Thanks Damien. I mean, boss." Without another glance in his direction, I stalked off and headed to the car.

"Vanessa, wait!" He called, but I didn't stop. By now, almost everyone had cleared out, so it was just me, him, and a security guard at the main doors.

"Vanessa-!" Suddenly, he stopped and I looked over my shoulders. My eyes widened when I saw him kneeling on one knee, an arm to his chest, trying to breath.

"Damien?" I rushed to his side and knelt beside him. "What's the matter? Are you hurt? Damien, answer me!" I said frantically, desperately wanting him to stand up.

"Let me get help," I said, about to call for the guard. "No-" He panted. "No help...I need.."

My heart pounded. "What?! What do you need?!"

Damien's eyes looked at me painfully. "I need blood."