My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 48

Unlike I was expecting, the next two weeks of my work at the bank seemed quiet. I continued writing my reports, knowing that more and more people would get fired, but somehow I didn't feel as much hatred directed at me as before. I had noticed that people had started to ignore me as if they feared me. Perhaps they thought that my evaluation of their work was based on my personal likes or dislikes. They were completely wrong. First, I didn't know any of them, and second, I didn't care. As much as it sounds cruel, my work was about numbers and correctly written paragraphs, not my personal attitude. If there had been abnormalities that had caused losses, there should have been consequences, easy as that.

On the other hand, I also pointed out people who had done their work exceptionally well and deserved a raise or promotion. Of course, if that happened, I was certain that none of those people would ever think that it was due to my reports, simply because it was something good…

The last few days of my work had brought me a bitter-sweet satisfaction, since I was putting more vampire names on my list. I despised having to bring up yet another argument claiming that vampires were a superior race. Now, I was finding more vampires who needed to be fired than humans, and that fact gave me a bit of hope that perhaps I wouldn't be hated by the entire human race…

The work kept my mind busy for at least 80% of the day, but whenever I took a short break to eat or drink coffee, Sariel's image appeared in my mind. He had left the castle to meet the Vampire King, and I hadn't seen him since that morning when he was in my bedroom. I could still remember his touch and his lips on my neck. The way he teased me was driving me insane. I hoped that he craved me as much as I craved him, but he always seemed so unaffected. I had already learned that the smell of my blood was almost like an aphrodisiac for the vampires, and Sariel must have felt it too, but he still claimed he didn't care enough to taste me. At the same time, I wanted to taste him badly. My desire for him grew more each time I saw his face, and I clearly felt those stupid butterflies in my stomach, flying around in desperate need of his affection. It wasn't fair. Every fantasy book describes a vampire as the one who wants to bite his prey, not the other way around, yet every time I looked into Sariel's eyes, I was turning into a masochist. The fact that I was unable to control my body was seriously pissing me off.

My longing for him increased when I was alone in my bedroom. A weird phantom of his scent kept floating around the room, bringing me into an arousal state the second I thought about him. I found that terrifying. I feared that it was only a matter of time before I would have to admit having feelings for Sariel. I had never let myself get emotional throughout my whole adult life and now I felt vulnerable. The wall that I had built over the years could crack the second Sariel would call for me. I tried to delay the process, fooling myself that I was in control by immersing myself in work.

I didn't want to go back to the castle. I found myself an excuse, claiming that I had to finish the report, including contracts from the entire year 2019. It was long after sunset, but I was concentrated on work far too much to notice the time. Suddenly, I got distracted by the sound of an email coming in on my laptop. I shifted my focus from reading another contract to checking the mailbox.

The message came from Mateo. He claimed that the CFO asked me to do one more check on a few contracts from the year 2015 since he had some concerns about the issues I mentioned. I was confident that I had done my job properly, and I hardly ever made mistakes, especially when there was somebody's job on the line. The request slightly hurt my ego. The more I was eager to go to the archives right away and prove to Gabriel that everything I had written in my report was correct.

I rushed towards the elevator and came down to the fourth floor. I walked straight to the archives and used my pass to open the door. I didn't wait for the door to close. I was in a hurry to find those damn contracts and clearly establish that I was right.

I went deep into the room, walking among tall shelves and trying to find the right box of documents.

"Got it!" I called out as soon as I found the right shelf.

I climbed on my toes in my high heels to reach the box. It took me some time, but fortunately, I managed to take it down without needing a ladder. I tossed the box onto the floor and was about to dig inside it to find the contracts Gabriel mentioned when I heard the sound of the door closing. I flinched. I could blame it on the wind or think there was another simple reason for the door to close, but my instincts were telling me otherwise. I became alert, strengthening my hearing sense.

"Footsteps…" I muttered under my breath and gulped.

Someone was inside. There was not one, but three… The steps were cautious. I could hardly hear anything. I was certain that I wouldn't be able to differentiate their sounds if it weren't for the training I had received from Ezra. Those were the sounds of predators lurking for a victim. I tried not to move, and silence my breathing as much as I could. I looked around, but I couldn't see anyone. Perhaps calling out and asking if someone was there would be the easiest solution to dispel my anxieties, yet the ominous air that filled the entire room was a clear warning sign. I decided to stay silent.