She realized this was the room that held the secret to the truth about what had happened.
‘Take a seat.’
With shaking legs, she was quick to sit down in one of the chairs in front of him, deciding she was safer if she could have been out of his view. But she didn’t have any choice.
‘Why are you here?’ he asked without taking his eyes off the papers he was writing on. Jeraldine wanted to take a peek to see what his handwriting looked like. Was it ugly? Was it beautiful? She knew it was the latter, though.
She shifted in her seat, willing herself to speak before he got any angry. She remembers full well what they say about Nathan Blackwood. The only emotion that the man was known to feel was anger. Nathan was famous for never smiling. He had his face straight, and she began to wonder if he knew how to smile. She had thought it was insane, that he couldn’t be what everyone says about him, but she was starting to think otherwise.
‘I…i…I..w..’ She stammered in fear, the sentence she meant to say cowering behind her heart.
Nathan stopped writing, and he suddenly glanced up at her. The mighty blue eyes that collided with her made her gulp down. He continued to bore holes in her with a decidedly pointed stare.

‘Careful what you say,’ he said before tilting his head. ‘Do I…frighten you?’
She licked her lips before speaking, ‘Is that a trick question?’ She quietly asked. Not getting any answer in return, she added, ‘Y…yes.’
He lifted a perfect brow. ‘Oh?’
‘I don’t want to say anything wrong. You have a reputation that well, I think it might be true what people say about you. You certainly are very scary.’
After she had said this, she realized that this was not the most careful thing to say.
Her words registered, and Jeraldine sat there wondering how he could stare at her so much more coldly now, ‘you’d do well to remember who you’re speaking to, Miss?’ he said in a chilling cold voice with his blue eyes piercing through her soul.
‘Andrews,’ she answered, her voice shaking. ‘Jeraldine Andrews. And of course, Mr. Blackwood.’
‘Miss Andrews, I don’t quite like repeating myself. Why are you here?’ Nathan said, growing impatient. The woman before him was beautiful and different from any other he had ever seen. Usually, he was okay with being the reason of fear for people, but hearing her say that she was scared of him, made the occurrence of an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach.