Powerful People


“Synonymous with Corruption, Dominance, Control. The naïve want the power to change nations, the cynical want power for selfish gains. But I want it in the name of Revenge.”

Iris Adaline is dauntless.

When she is assigned to write her first story on Aiden Anderson, it ignites a flame in her that will only be extinguished after seeing every part of his empire collapse. She had the perfect plan. Gain his trust, expose his secrets, then see him fall.

Aiden Anderson liked control.

When he first laid his eyes on Iris Adaline, he knew exactly who she was. He knew her intentions, he knew her drive, and he knew the danger. But he couldn’t keep away. He was adamant on seeing her on her knees, begging for mercy, and begging for him.

Sparks fly when two determined forces collide in a battle of power, control, and desire.


2. The Interview

The Interview

He first gestures for me to take a seat on the black sofa chair across from him and then sits in an identical chair. Aiden's eyes follow my every move as I enter. I can't tell if the purpose is to examine the situation or... something more. To take control of the room again I begin to interview him.

  "Mr. Anderson, what is success to you?"

  "Really Miss. Adaline?" He unbuttons his blazer and shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Tell me the rest of this interview is not this rudimentary. I've read your resume, you're smart. Ask me a more interesting question."

   I raise my eyebrow at him and shift through my basic questions.

  "Pleasure. What are some things you enjoy doing outside of business?"

  "Strike two. Let's play a game." He leans back in his chair and smiles at my frustration. A more amusing, even mischievous expression came over his face. "Every time you ask a horrible question I will ask one of you."

   "You are aware that this interview is all recorded right?" I assert, gaping at his blatant unprofessionalism.

  "Then you better start asking some good questions or else your supervisors will hear some dirty confessions."


   Every time I try to take control he throws me off. Nothing in any class has prepared me for the arrogant excuse for a human that is Aiden Anderson. I discard my notes under the seat to try to fight the red rushing to my face. I was determined to win his little game and wipe off his smug expression.

   I analyzed his every move to determine the best course of action. His steel eyes were still locked on mine. I studied his frame, tall, well built. He had dark brown hair which was a stark contrast to his gray-blue eyes. His lips were pressed against each other and tugged up as he leaned back into his seat.

  His steel dance across my body and he too is evaluating my every breath. We both sense a battle for dominance in this atmosphere, and there was no way in hell he was going to win.

  "Have you ever engaged in tax evasion?" I question with narrowed eyes.

   "I'm a billionaire. You and I both know the answer to that question." He walks closer to me and leans against his desk. "My turn. What's the craziest thing you've done in college?"

  The sun gleams on his perfectly fitting suit and tie. I've never felt this powerless, this subject to manipulation. Is he flirting with me? What kind of interview was this Remain calm,  What kind of interview was this? Remain calm, I tell myself. Remember that your goal is to expose him for the asshat that he is.

   "I've once egged my sociology professor's house, that's the craziest thing I've done. Are there any future plans for expansion for Anderson Enterprises?"

   "That's a better question. I can't tell you everything, but I will say that we are planning on expanding to China,” he says, running a hand through his dark brown hair.

  "That's the worst business plan I've ever heard," I laugh, "I'm going to save you a couple billion right now. Expand into Japan instead."

   He's finally appalled by me. The tides have turned. For a slight moment he no longer has control, and that was the opportunity I needed all along.

  "What do you mean?" He injects, crossing his arms.

  "It's basic foreign policy. China and Russia have a secure energy deal. With military influence withdrawing in Japan, the United States has an economic and diplomatic need for your oil company to expand into first Okinawa then the rest of Japan. Subsidies, OPEC approval, and the UN support will all ensue."

  Clearly taken aback, he studies me and my proposition. But suddenly his assistant enters the room. "Sir you have a meeting in ten minutes." She states, nervously fidgeting.

  "Cancel it. And whoever suggested expanding into China is now fired," he demands, without looking away from me. She quickly exits the room in a more distraught state than when she entered. Perhaps it had been her first day working for this horrible person. Poor girl.

  "You intrigue me." Aiden begins, pacing deep in thought along his glass walls behind his desk. Granted his office was beautiful, it was modern, and there were skyscrapers surrounding his building. Other than the sleek piano to the right of the room it was otherwise empty. Taking the sliver of an opportunity his confusion had given me, I go on the offense to expose him. With confidence, I walk up to the large windows to join him.

  This would be my only chance.


  "Do you ever feel responsible for the actions of your father?" I ask in an authoritative tone.

  He stops pacing and turns around to face me. Aiden walks slowly towards me, and I back up, suddenly unsure if I underestimated his control. My back hits the wall and his tall frame traps me between his two arms. My breathing shallows and my face becomes flushed when I realize I can't move.

  "I don't know who you think you are or what you are trying to do, but I am Aiden Anderson. I suggest that you just submit to me because I will always remain in control. Sweetheart, I will destroy you if necessary. " He snakes an arm around my waist and roughly pulls me against him. For a while his breath lingers against my neck, making my skin rise.

  "What the hell?" I scream at him, "this was supposed to be professional!" I abruptly push away from him with force. His eyes trail up and down my body in amusement, now making me feel very exposed.

  "You've got to always keep your opponents guessing, Miss Adaline. And examine them. Very closely." His chuckles to himself when he sees me tense at the words "very closely".

  "I didn't get enough for my article," I admit in defeat, refusing to make eye contact. He had won today, almost always one step ahead. I'd somehow fallen victim to his strange tactics of manipulation.

  "I know you didn't get enough. This means you've got to come back later for more."


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