The Reincarnated Queen and Three Love Crazed Brothers

"Me?" Carla's shaky mouth muttered, pointing a shaky finger to herself and when Damien nodded at her, she drew in a shaky breath through her lips.

Looking at Ellie's shocked face, Carla felt a bit of satisfaction but it still did not rule out the shock she was yet to overcome.

Walking with her purse in her hand down the steps and towards Damien, she prayed to the heavens not to miss her steps and fall face flat to the fall as it had played out in her head numerous times.

Standing in front of Damien with her head bowed, she heard him chuckle.

"Do you regret your actions last night?" He had asked, taking the microphone off his mouth.

Looking up at him, Carla who was about to glare softened her gaze and gave an awkward laugh not knowing what to say or do.

Walking closer to her, he bent his head to her ear and whispered, "You will always be mine Carla. No running."

When he stood straight, he gave her a dazzling smile that sent her brain into frenzy, her anger sizzling without a stop.

The fawning from the crowd did nothing to ease her discomfort and her anger.

"She interest me, so I would pick her to have a personal interview with me." He smirked his heart stopping smirk into the microphone.

"What's your name lady?" He looked at Carla.

One of those in the protocol team was quick to hand Carla a microphone which would not stop shaking in her hold.

"Carla." She breathed heavily into the microphone and had to take it off the close range of her lips and nose.

"Department?" He asked with an arrogant look on his face.

"Editorial department." She responded and he smirked again.

"I guess fate had chosen you from the start." He concluded.

"Sir!" A shrill female voice interrupted him before he would say anything else.

Looking at the sea of heads to see Madam Vennesaa's hand up, Carla was torn between being happy that she would get saved from the tight hold of Damien or crying that her incompetence would be exposed to the whole company.

"Yes?" Damien's voice lacked the warmth it had when he had asked her questions.

"My name is Vennesaa Carter, an Editor-in-chief in the Editorial department…" She introduced loudly, standing gallantly like a warrior.

"And?" Damien sounded annoyed this time but Madam Carter chose to push ahead.

"She." She pointed at Carla.

"She is incompetent and is under the threat of being sacked, I don't think she is the right person to be chosen." Madam Vennesaa spoke boldly and without fear even after there were several gasps of shock from the audience.

Carla was shaking terribly, her head felt heavy while the rest of her body felt light like she would fly off soon. Her eyes were beginning to get hot with incoming tears from the public humiliation.

"And who do you think is the right person?" Damien asked, his eyes lashed on hers without averting his gaze.

"Ellie. Stand." Madam Vennesaa called and like an excited teenage girl, Ellie jumped to her feet with a wide smile on her face.

If Ellie was the sun, Carla believed she would have been blinded, never to see again even if she wore sun shades.

Damien stood still, with his free hand tucked safely into his pocket as he stared from Vennesaa to Ellie before looking back at the awkward Carla whose face was permanently facing the ground like she would unravel her destiny by looking at the ground.

"Carla, right?" He asked as if he had forgotten her name.

Carla's head shot up, her shocked and weary eyes not escaping his scrutinizing gaze.

"Ye–yes." She stuttered, her tremor was bad and visible.

With his teeth locked tightly, he looked back towards Vannessa.

"Why do you say she is incompetent?" He rubbed his beardless chin this time with a brow raised.

The hall was way too quiet, it was just as if nobody dared to breathe.

"Just yesterday, I assigned her a task at the Darkwood forest but she can't even remember!" Vanessa reported with righteous indignation pointing towards Carla and just like that murmurs rose in the hall.

At the mention of the 'Darkwood' forest, Carla felt the hall begin to reel around her. She heard whispers of her name and in her mind's eye, she was beginning to see the thick stem of trees and the dark path of the forest.

"Alone?" Damien had straightened this time and there was not even a bit of smile on his face.

"Inside the forest?" He asked again, not giving Madam Vennesaa the chance to answer.

"Where is the Human Resource manager?" He asked, the frown on his face turned scary as he looked around, not bothering to see the shocked look on Vennesaa's face and the worried look on Ellie's face.

"Here Sir." A stout man jumped to his feet as if his seat suddenly got hot.

"Serve them a sack letter and get their position replaced immediately!" He ordered without blinking.

Looking at Vanessa and Ellie, he held the microphone closer to his lips, "you are fired!"

"Sir!" Ellie cried out in panic as if not understanding why she deserved to be sacked too when she did nothing about Carla's maltreatment.

"I didn't do anything Sir, I swear. I was only called because I am competent."

"Hear me out Mr. Graves!" Vennesaa called, she didn't look sorry at all with her chin held high in the air.

"Get them out of here!" Damien ordered the security not giving the ladies a second glance.

Carla took a shaky step backwards as her head began to hurt badly. The memory of the red eyes she saw in the forest came rushing back to her and just like that, everything came back.

"Carla!" Somebody shouted in the crowd.

Damien's head snapped towards Carl's direction and saw her gripping her head tightly, taking unsteady steps backwards and grunting in pain.

Before she could get to fall, he rushed towards her and carried her in a bridal style earning another wave of shocked gasp from the occupants of the hall.

"The meeting is over!" He yelled at the stunned employees and executives and walked out with an unconscious Carla in his hold.