Feather’s heart raced through time. She was fully aware of the person entering the door and she could not believe her eyes. Was he Mister M? If he is, everything Rose just told her all made sense. For this one, anybody would simply want to be a whore. His whore.

“Oh God, is it only me or Mister M does look like President Hawk?” Ami uttered senselessly while they all gaped open at the man before them. Both Rose and Feather immediately gave the assistant a warning look.

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“I want to speak with Miss Han…privately,” Hawk announced before things became more awkward for everyone and when he said those, there was a strong emphasis to the last word he uttered.

“Of course President Hawk,” Rose agreed without giving it a thought and took the initiative of dragging Ami with her as they headed for the door. In just a minute, Hawk and Feather had the room for themselves.

It took a few minutes for everything to sink in Feather’s head as she could not believe that the man who every woman dreamed about in her home country was already in front of her, larger than life, and had just asked for a private conversation with her. The word amazement doesn’t quite cover for what she felt right then as every fiber of her being felt with vibration.

“It was a good performance, I’d like to congratulate you,” Hawk broke the silence between them and dug his eyes to the only person in the room. He had watched her dance earlier and could not deny that the woman in front of him had talents far superior to all the dancers on that stage. However, unknown to her, she wasn’t just an ordinary woman for him. The truth was for Hawk, she was everything.

“Thank you, President Hawk,” Feather flushed a crimson face and Hawk could see her apprehension as if she was afraid and pleased with the same time with his compliments. He wondered right then if his innocent little face could handle the things he was about to tell her tonight.

“I…I…I…” She tried to say something more but couldn’t make her mouth finish her words. Then as if frustrated of her own self, she looked up to him with her ever angelic face looking very fragile and ready to be broken.

“I’m sorry President Hawk. Forgive my indifference… it’s just that…I really did not expect that you are Mister M, my long time sponsor, and the thought makes me happy and ashamed at the same time,”

“And why is that my dear?” His eyes glistened as he looked down upon her. Feather was aware of his tension as she saw how he swallowed a lump on his throat evident by the Adam’s apple that slightly became visible at her sponsor’s throat. Right then she knew her charms had gotten through his inside and she chuckled silently knowing that Hawk, just like anyone else, had just fallen right into her. With her recent discovery, she felt utterly proud of herself for being able to unman even the ill famous President of M Conglomerate, just by one glance.

“Well, I….” Feather answered intentionally tripping over her syllables, “I just don’t think I’m that worthy,”

“You are worthy of everything my dear,” Hawk breathed nothing but assurance as his eyes still fixated over her.

The woman he so desired for long was now in front of him yet the first thing he cared, to his own surprise and annoyance, was the changes particularly in the matter of her speech and façade. Not that those changes bothered him that much as he already far once decided she’ll have her no matter what, but those particular traits were something that makes him remember her most of the time. Perhaps, now that it’s time to claim her, he should spend more time and attention on her to see how much she had grown. Not physically though, as one look from afar, he could tell, the girl had not grown inches taller than remembered.

“I myself could attest to that,” He added and move closer so that the foot that once separated them now becomes inches, “You are special Feather, most especially to me,”

His words sounded unreal and because of their short distance and Hawk’s tall built, far taller than she ever was, Feather needed to tilt her head more to be able to look straight into his pair of grey eyes. There Feather saw a different kind of glint, like his eyes, were finding ways to connect to hers as if she was someone all familiar to him even before they met. The connection he demanded was nothing like a fan to an idol sort of thing, it was something else, something like that of a man to the woman he loved and this, although it excited Feather in all kinds of ways, also confused her as it was the first time they had ever met.

“I’m glad to have known I am special to somebody,” Feather went along, cautiously choosing the right words to say in order not to ruin the mood. As Rose warned her, things like this come only once in a lifetime and she had to make sure her grip on it was tight. “It was rather weird to me because as far I could remember this is the first time we had talked to each other and yet I felt like I have known you for the longest time,”

“This is not the first time we had talked to each other,” Hawk smiled sweetly to her which of course surprised Feather because she had never once seen Hawk smile. Not in parties, not in meetings, and surely not in the magazines or news that features him.

“This is not?” Feather’s brows curved up.

“Yes, this is not the first time, my fuzzy cat,” Hawked answered and his smile turned into a grin that confused Feather more.

Fuzzy cat?

She was surprised to hear such a cheap endearment from the President of M Conglomerate.

And why in the world would the great Hawk Monsanto call a woman fuzzy cat?