Extrapolation of Fate

Epilogue

By: Neo-Queen Serenity

E-mail: serenausako@hotmail.com

Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Shrine/6436

     

 

The joined conference and dinner party announcing Global and Sintrade’s partnership alliance took place as planned.

Gregory Laurence and Darien Fielding sat at the head conference table.  Strikingly handsome, they were both Chicago’s most prized bachelors. And yet, sitting together, the sharp contrast between the two men was obvious to any reporter present.

Greg Laurence looked cultured and gentle, his looks easily covering up the ruthlessness he possessed as the president of a nationally famous trading corporation.  Darien Fielding looked more handsome in appearance. But today, he had a mysterious, calculating gleam in his eyes that was both startling and intriguing.

The meeting came to a near end, and the conversing topic began to sway to the personal side.  Nearly every report knew that the conference has yet another interesting purpose, though more personal: to announce Darien Fielding’s engagement to Beryl Merlin.

Whispers rose to loud gossiping when a sensual and sexy woman with auburn curls and red lips entered.

“Beryl Merlin.”

“Beryl…”

“Merlin…and…Fielding…”

“Here she…comes.”

Everyone suddenly become quiet, focusing his or her attention on Beryl Merlin and Darien Fielding.

Beryl smugly lifted the corner of her bloody lips, swayed her hips and walked toward Darien on heels that were at least one foot tall.  She eyed the reporters like a queen addressing her lowly subjects, openly positioned herself as the mistress of Sintrade.

She inched toward Darien, wounded her snake like arms around his neck and pressed her curvaceous body against his tall frame.  Sitting beside them, Gregory Laurence lifted a brow.

“Mr. Fielding…”

“Mr. Fielding…”

“Miss. Merlin…”

“Mr. Fielding, Ms. Merlin had spread the words that your engagement will be announced at the end of this joined conference.  Would you like to comment on that?”

“Mr. Fielding, your engagement…”

Reporters shouted questions at them.

Before Darien opened his mouth to answer, Beryl quickly and self-righteously said, “Darien and I are going to announce our approaching wedding date-”

“Ms. Merlin and I used to be friends.”  Darien took the conversation over with elegant ease, at the same time, withdrawing his hand from around her waist.

His words dropped bombs in the room and everyone went speechless.  Wide-eyed, Beryl stared at him with open-mouthed shock.

“Darling, didn’t you say today-”

“Today is Global and Sintrade’s official alliance conference.  We are delighted to have your presence gracing our meeting, Ms. Merlin.” Darien kept his distance and spoke with a cool but polite smile.

“But last time you told me-” She shrieked with alarm, the smug look she carried wiped clean from her red lips.

“Mr. Fielding.” A reporter recovered, “Ms. Merlin mentioned that you’re going to announce today about your upcoming wedding.”

“Upcoming wedding?” Darien chuckled, looking at Gregory meaningfully. “Ms. Merlin and I are normal friends.  But today, besides my already announced alliance with Global, I want to publicize my upcoming with my fiancée, Miss Serena Lamperd.”

Beryl paled, then she turned scarlet, which almost matched the color of her crimson lips.  “You son of a bitch!”

Darien ignored her as if she never existed.

“Mr. Fielding, when do you think you and Ms. Lamperd will be stepping into marriage?”

“Why is…”

More questions were shouted at him. 

No one had any eye for Beryl Merlin.  Deprived of the potential position as Darien Fielding’s future wife, she’s now nothing but a clown, only fitted to be humiliated and jeered at.

“Congratulations, Mr. Fielidng.”

“Happy…”

“Best wishes…” Friends and colleagues started to congratulate Darien.  Someone started to clap, and in a few moments the entire conference room was filled with cheerful applauses.

Beryl stared at them with undiluted hatred. “You bastards!” She cursed fiercely, and ran for the door, hoping to dig a hole on the floor and bury herself.  She marched too fast, causing her poor heels to face misfortunate fates with one finally broken under pressure.

Having lost her face completely, Beryl Merlin limped out indignantly.

Already fulfilled his revenge plot, Darien grinned, starting to “seriously” considering his wedding date. 

“May?” Greg looked up.

      “Nay,” the groom-to-be laughed, “May showers.”

      “But June flowers…” Greg mumbled.

 

 

 

 

      Serena Lamperd looked at the fluffy blue sky through sorrowful eyes.  She had talked to Ami last night, telling her best friend and partner of her wish to take a leave of absence. 

She was full of wounds.  Serena smiled sadly.  Along with a broken heart.

      Perhaps some traveling adventure would sooth her, Serena thought, hoping she was right about making such a decision. With cases piling up to the ceiling, she had never had time to visit Europe again after she turned twenty-five.

      She shook her head, determined not to miss her flight.  Serena picked up her suitcase on the floor and approached the entrance of Chicago’s municipal airport.

 

 

 

 

 

      She looked at her ticket and realized that she must board the plane through gate three.  Having flied more than enough to familiarize the airport, Serena looked for the elevator for a ride to gate three on the third floor.

      Mindlessly stepping out from the elevator with another group of travelers, she turned around to apologize when her suitcase accidentally collided with a body.

      “I am sorr-” Looking up, she froze with astonished surprise to see that someone was actually Darien Fielding.  But then, he wasn’t completely alone.  Darien was accompanied by a traveling suitcase.

      Smiling at her with a gentleness that both confused and alarmed her, he asked, “Princess, where are you heading?”

      “Austria.”

      “Vienna.” He pointed at himself.

      Serena recovered from her shock, saw the meaningful and teasing gleam in his eyes.  Smiling helplessly, she whispered. “Same.”

      “5:30 flight?” Darien offered her his hand.

      Serena didn’t utter a word.  She was joyous and shattered.  Gently she placed her hand in his, watching fingers entwining.

 

 

 

 

 

The End

     

 

 

 

 

 

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